The night she had to go and see the note writer Anastasia left a note on her bed for Edward. She ran down the flight of stairs dressed in Sophia’s Cleaning clothes and a dirty cloak. She got on her favorite horse Penelope and rides of into the sunset. When she got to the blacksmith a mysterious shadow moved around quickly in the dark. “Hello? Who is there?” “Why sister could you not figure out my note?” “I knew it, you bastard. Rowell, how could you kidnap our parents?” Her brother descended from his rooftop hide out with a skillfull back flip. ‘show off’ Anastasia thought. “How could I?How could I not? They never loved me you were their pride and joy. If I ever got attention it was because I got into trouble. They deserve this and there is no way to save them.” “Then why did you bring me here if there was no way for me to save them?” Rowell laughed sinisterly, “Because I wanted their amazing child to watch them suffer.”