"Henry Fitzwilliam Knightley, pleased to meet you."

"Dylan Nathaniel Knightley..."
Dylan takes out an arm that was crossed against his chest and shakes Henry's outstretched hand.

"Sorry, how can you see us? Nobody else can." Ethan asks from beside me.

He positively looks like my brother. Same jaw line. Exact physique. Heck, they're both wearing suits. The height is same which I think is six foot and three inches. Same chocolate brown hair(which I absolutely envied to my dark brown hair when I was younger) with a pair of two serene emerald green eyes.

The same eyes that my dad had, and also Dylan. The resemblence is so alike that Henry and Dylan look like long lost twins.

"Questions so soon. Show some Knightley civilty, Lindsey. Like your brother. I am your ancestor," Henry says as he sits on the sofa next to him. Legs crossed and looking at us all.

"But what relation exactly do you have with me and my brother. You didn't have any children, nor did your sister, I think..."

"Your assumption is quite true but that will only be clarified in time. But our relation is not the main concern right now. Probably, you all are wondering why we have gathered here."

"I thought that he'd use words like thee or thy or whatever," Ethan whispers into Allison's ear. I was also able to hear because they are both standing right next to me. I wonder if Henry heard them.

"I am a nineteenth century gentleman, Mr Ingram. Not a medieval playwright," Henry replies Ethan nonchalantly as he tells us the exact era we are in.

Ethan nods vigorously.

"Can somebody tell me what's going on?" Dylan asks us with confusion plastered on his face.

"We'll tell you later," I say, cutting Dylan off before talking to Henry,"Why are we here?"

"To solve the mystery of my journal. That diary that Mr Ingram is holding is the exact same one you have in your satchel, Lindsey. That book is my journal."

"How is this all even happening?" Allison asks suddenly getting our attention towards her. Actually, this is the first time she has spoken since we have been in this study.

"A spell. Now, do not interrupt, Ms Crimsom," Henry answers giving a slight motion of his hand.

How does he know everyone's surnames?

Henry continues,
"Each time when you will trigger a memory relating to your past and also to the family poem which I have given you, you will see glimpses of the past. You will come back to Edenfield of 1890 to solve this riddle. When you will have all fifty pages back in the journal, you will be able to solve this mystery. What you are seeing now is the summary of the first ten pages. The first memory, which is when Lindsey went to the cemetery, gave you all the first ten pages. The second and third memories will give to the next ten. However, the fourth memory will give only nine, while the fifth one.

"The past that caused all this trouble. Unfortunately, that past is related to me."

"A spell! But who cast the spell?" Ethan says with an absolute baffled expression on his face. His auburn hair slightly falling on his forehead.

"That is for you all to investigate. I can only provide you with hints."

"But why the cemetery? Why were those pages given to me there? I have other memories, too," I ask Henry.

"The cemetery is where all your troubles started. It is where your loved ones are. Now, I can not answer any more questions."

"But..."

Henry takes out his hand, motioning me to stop whatever I was saying.

That's helpful!

How did I get into this? Right, sudden arrival of brother on birthday, vovage to the attic, exploration of the old items...

That's how mates, my brother got us into this mess.

"Then how are we to...." Allison asks not taking no for an answer. Her face has become a homeland for confusion by now. Her usual cheery demeanor has somehow vanished. This is the first time I have seen her like this.

We hear a sudden knock on the door.

"Master, Mistress is calling for you."
That must be the house maid, Elisabeth, was perhaps her name.

"Coming, Elisabeth", he calls out loudly to her before saying,
"This is all I can answer for now. Please do come downstairs if you do not wish for your visit to be utterly counter productive."

Henry takes long strides to open the door. I see that he has a sick look on his face. He stumbles in his steps. Ethan supports him.

"You okay?" Ethan asks, holding Henry's arm.

He simply nods and leaves the room.

"Come on, then." Dylan is the first one to make a move while Allison, Ethan and I remain puzzled. We rush down the stairs.

While coming down them, I notice the windows situated all around us. These windows have beautiful french designing on them. The doors of almost all the rooms I have seen here have a Norwegian design on them. The stairs are completely covered with a beautiful Turkish carpet.

An evidence of the people living here to appreciate multi-cultures.

We do not have these windows anymore in our house. They have all been redesigned.

Sometimes, I wonder why windows were invented. They are supposed to let in and out air, taking all suffocation with the air they let out.

But they are never able to remove the stifling of humans' hearts. They are never able to clear out our bodies of dirt nor dust. Just nothing is taken out.

A robot may be in a better condition than a human's heart. Because, it needs only oil and instructions to work.

If only, humans' feelings were simple.

"Come come, Son. Please do join us for tea." Mrs Knightley, Henry's mother, says as he sits down on a couch in a parlour room. This parlour room was turned into a large hall only ten years ago. I remember because I was always wandering around there.

"Yes, Mother." Henry says with a slight shake of his head to the servant who was offering him some cake. He only takes a cup of tea.

They all make light chit chat. During this conversation, I can't help but notice Meredith giving Henry a stare every now and then. Henry has an exasperated expression the entire time.

There is something wrong with this girl.

"I must go upstairs to my study now, Mother. I would not wish for Father to think that I'm not being productive."

"As you wish, Son. But you must take rest, you look a bit pale," she says while sighing slightly and giving a wary smile,"You may go."

"Mother, where is Isabelle? I have not seen her since breakfast."

"To one of her aquaintinces, I suppose. I have sent Gilbert for her. Hopefully, she will be here soon."

Henry nods and stands up. As he  stands up, he suddenly clutches the left side of his chest.

"Henry..." Mrs Knightley says with colour draining from her face.

"I'm fine," he lets go of his chest but before he can walk more..

He's using an abbreviation? I have a bad feeling about this...

He collapses onto the floor.

"Henry!" I jerk my head towards the owner of this terrified voice but before I see anything else, I hear a word.

"Abitos."

I turn around again to see Dylan, Ethan and Allison sprawled on the floor.

My head is spinning..

I close my eyelids but then I see a bright white light and black out.

Hope you guys like my New Year present;)

This update is the last one of TGD since this update was written the last days of 2015.
But it is also the first chapter of 2016 since it was published on 1st January. Though, the timeline in the story is still late February, 2015.

This Christmas was and this New Year's my first on wattpad(I only joined in the summer holidays) . Thanks y'all for making this a memorable year:)

Oh, and from 300 to 500 reads within one chapter? You guys, really outdid yourselves this time:D

One more thing, sometimes you guys may have noticed that TGD has been updated but you find out that it's an old chapter that you have already read.

That is intentional. That only happens when I revise old chapters. Sometimes, wattpad won't let me edit mistakes(typos) so I have to unpublish that part and post it again. Hope you guys understand.

Oh, and in this chapter you may have noticed Henry saying Mr or Ms instead of the first name. That is also intentional since people of Henry's era only used last names to adress their aquatinces. They only used first names when that person was of their family or close friends.
Anyways, Happy New Year:3
Avoid weird typos(though this chapter has been edited about eight times but still).

Now enough of my chatty author notes;)

Love,
MS Zame:)