What was interesting about the pond was the wavering ripples that surrounded it. I was not sure what that was about. It sort of scared me. The way it outlined the pond, it made it otherworldly. Why would a pond be like that? Instead of heading towards the pond, I looked for Arthur. To the west was a rocky outcrop that my eyes immediately pulled towards a tuft of auburn hair. My brother’s hair. "Arthur!" I ran as quickly as my small legs would allow me to. He was laying on one of the rocks, above him was another rock with a red stain on it. Blood. Oh no!