Chapter One

The evening brought with it a most welcoming breeze, but Miles sat in his dorm room, tension coiling in his stomach like a tight spring, thoughts racing over final examinations and uncertain futures. What awaited him after the chaos of school?

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating with urgency. Without glancing at the screen, he answered, his curiosity piqued.

"Hello, this is Miles. Who am I speaking to?"

"Hayley," a familiar yet distant voice chimed through the receiver. "From middle school."

Memories surged in an instant—chestnut hair, freckles, and those elegantly framed reading glasses. The girl from long ago, back when life was simpler, and their biggest worry was homework.

"Oh, I remember! What's up?" he replied, propping himself up on the bed frame, an old creak punctuating his sudden interest.

"Nothing much," she replied, but her voice carried an undercurrent of tension. "You alone right now?"

He paused, glancing around his sparsely decorated room as if the walls could offer reassurance. "Uh, yeah."

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "Laurel is missing."

The words hit him like a slap to the face, and it took an extra beat for him to process the shock. "What?" he managed to stutter, dread pooling in his stomach.

"Just listen," she urged, her tone sharper now. "This is what happened."

Laurel, his best friend from childhood, the one who always managed to drag him into mischief, had vanished. "What do you mean 'missing'?" he asked, his heart racing.

"Let me finish," Hayley insisted, her voice firm, pressing through his flood of questions. "We were walking past a bookstore—an old, dusty place with a vintage vibe. You know how Laurel is with books; she couldn't resist going in.

Inside, she found a book titled 'Amethyst.' It looked out of place, too ornate for that store. She bought it immediately, and as we were leaving, the old man behind the desk said something strange—'That book will lead you into a world of adventure unlike any other.'

A couple of days passed, and she stopped answering my calls and texts. Her mom thought she was just holed up with a new story, but when I peeked under her bed, I found that book. I think it might hold the key to finding her, Miles. I need your help—can we meet?"

The weight of Hayley's revelation crushed down on him, thoughts spiralling as panic set in. "Yeah, of course," he whispered, adrenaline thrusting urgency into the conversation.

"Good, I'll text you the location tomorrow," she said, her voice steady now before the call ended.

That night, sleep evaded him as he tossed and turned, visions of Laurel's face haunting him. The morning light felt heavy as he received Hayley's text, directing him to a gadget store not far from his dorm. With a mix of hope and dread, he quickly got ready and set out.

The store doors swung open, a chill greeting him as the air conditioning battled against the sweltering heat outside. As he stepped inside, he scanned his surroundings until a familiar figure caught his eye—a young woman with her chestnut hair tied back, searching through an aisle.

"Hayley?" he called, hesitantly approaching her, uncertain if the girl before him was the same person he remembered.

"Hey Miles," she replied, a hint of nostalgia lacing her voice as she scrutinized him, her emerald eyes lighting up, assessing the boy who had grown into a man.

"You've certainly gotten taller," she remarked with a smirk. "Anyway, this is what we're looking for."

From her grey bag, she pulled out the book. Its cover was adorned with the word "Amethyst" in brilliant gold thread, surrounded by swirling designs that seemed almost alive.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice dropping, almost reverent.

His fingers brushed along the intricate cover, feeling the whispers of time etched into its surface. "This... is ancient, Hayley."

She arched an eyebrow, sceptical, but he continued, "You can tell by how soft yet worn it feels. This book might be older than we are, times ten."

"Geez," she muttered, gazing at it with new concern. "Have you tried opening it?"

A challenge bubbled inside him, a spark igniting the air as he dared to ask. The expectation hung, electric, between them.

She shot him an incredulous look that silenced his nerves, and in an embarrassing moment, he turned his gaze away. "Sorry," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks flush.

With a sigh that echoed both frustration and resolve, Hayley said, "Let's just see where this takes us."

Together, they stood at the precipice of an adventure, the weight of the missing looming large, hidden within the pages of a book that promised much more than mere words.

"We need more information on this!" she exclaimed, urgency lacing her voice.

"But what if something terrible has already happened to Laurel?" Miles shot back, anxiety gripping him.

"You can't rush in to save someone when you barely know the situation!"

Miles felt the weight of her words. Deep down, he knew she was right; he had to approach this with a clear head, not just his racing heart.

"I might know more than you think, but we can't keep this conversation going here. I need to take the book with me," he whispered urgently, glancing toward the exit as if danger was lurking.

With a frustrated sigh, Hayley handed over the book, but not before she grabbed a couple of energy drinks. "I have a feeling we are going to need these," she said with a knowing look.

As they stepped outside, Hayley thrust one of the energy drinks into Miles' hands. "You'll need it. And if you find anything out, call me!" With that, she turned and hurried off, leaving Miles alone with the weight of the mystery clutched tightly in his hands.

"Thanks, Hayley. I will," he called after her, determination igniting within him. It was time to uncover the truth, no matter what it took!