“Can you elaborate, Professor Axel?” Fable adjusted her glasses.
“Don’t make fun of me,” Axel warned her. “I’m thinking the Lost Seven are seven well known fairy tale characters,” Axel said proudly, “Little Red Riding Hood maybe, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty for instance. That’d be so cool.”
“Why not? It makes sense to me,” Fable said. “What’s the second reason?”
“The second reason is something beyond the range of our understanding,” Axel said.
“And you think I should consider that a discovery?” Fable had her hands on her waist.
“I know it sounds silly, but let me tell you, this isn’t just about the Queen of Sorrow wanting to get Snow White’s heart,” Axel said. “This is much bigger. If this was only about fairy tale characters being immortal and living among us, I’d have assumed this is only about the Lost Seven and Snow White’s heart. However, this includes Jacob and Wilhelm Carl Grimm, the people who wrote the books in the first place. Have you ever seen a mystery where the writer and character actually meet? This is much bigger, believe me.”
“I’m really happy we’re on the same page in this, bro” Fable said enthusiastically. “What are those?” she pointed at drawings in the book.
“These are the seven items belonging to the Lost Seven, a plate, breadcrumb, a chair, a knife, beans, a fork, and a cup,” Axel said. “Like in the forged Snow White tale, remember when the dwarves enter the cottage and each one asks who moved his cup and so on?”
“Yes,” Fable said, “so what?”
“If the Lost Seven are a substitute for the dwarves, then each item should lead us to one of them,” Axel said.
“Are you sure?” Fable said.
Axel nodded.
“So what we have to do is link the item to the character and we learn who the Pilgrimms are?” Fable asked.
“Not that easy, sis,” Axel said. “Believe me, I tried. The only item that makes sense to me is the beans.”
“Really? What fairytale character is connected to beans?” Fable scratched her head.
“Remember Jack and the Beanstalk?”
“I hate that story,” Fable said. “Jack is annoying and he’s a thief.”
“Don’t say that,” Axel said. “I adore him, and I’d like to meet him.”
“I am sure he’s as hungry as you,” Fable teased him. “So why is Jack connected to beans, again?”
Axel shot her a disbelieving look. “Jack owned beans that when planted grew a very tall beanstalk!”
“Oh, sorry,” Fable said. “I told you I hated the tale. But wait!”
“What is it now?” Axel sighed impatiently.
“There were no beans on the dwarves table in the Snow White fairy tale,” Fable said.
“There were vegetables,” Axel said. “Beans are vegetables.”
“They are? Did we learn that in school?” Fable wondered.
“You don’t learn that beans are vegetables in school, Fable,” Axel said. “You might learn that Shakespeare is a poet—but even that you got wrong; you think he is a wizard.”
“He is a wizard,” Fable insisted. “He just didn’t want the likes of you to know it. Anyway, did you notice the breadcrumbs being one of the items?”
“I did, so what?”
“Sounds very much like you, Axel,” Fable said. “Maybe you’re a fairy tale character and you don’t know it,” she laughed.
“Of course, I am,” Axel said proudly. “I am Axelus the Great. Besides, I eat a lot of food. I don’t leave breadcrumb trails all over the place. That would be you, actually.”
“How dare you? I clean up after you all the time,” Fable drew a finger in the air as if it were a sword.
“OK. OK.,” Axel raised his hands like a white flag. “We’ve got more important things to discuss now. Since you like this part of J.G.’s diary, let me show you something really crazy here,” Axel said, pointing at certain pages in the middle of the diary. “I keep seeing these seven pages, and I’m unable to understand its content.” Axel showed her seven consecutive pages in the diary resembling tarot cards.
“What is that?”
“It seems to me that J.G. failed to connect the Lost Seven to the items so he continued his research until he came upon an incomplete drawing of seven tarot cards,” Axel said “He’d probably seen them somewhere and copied them. He says they are clues to the Lost Seven.”
“Is that the Grimm Reaper?” Fable adjusted her glasses, pointing at a drawing of a red-cloaked girl with a scythe. “How could the Grimm Reaper be one of the Lost Seven?”
“It says ‘Reaper’ on top, and it’s not just any reaper,” Axel commented. “This looks like a girl reaper. Ever heard of anything like that?”
“No,” Fable said. “Did you ever hear about a fairy tale with a Grimm Reaper in it?”
Axel shook his head no.
“What’s on the next card?” Fable wondered.
Axel flipped the page, showing a tarot of a witch.
“A witch,” Fable chewed the words. “And what’s that at her feet?”