My father was pacing back and forth in front of me, his hard eyes were looking everywhere but me. His eyes were full of tears, he was trying to hide them but I could see. I have always known my father better than he thought I did. I knew something bad have happened, I could tell by the way my father was holding himself. Tall but powerless.
“Why is this happening?” I asked him, I have been asking him the same question over and over again but he never seemed to hear me, he was locked away in his own thoughts. “Father?” I asked. I got up of my bed; my small hands reached out and held him. “Father, please talk to me.”
He came back out of his mind and looked down on me, his eyes seeing me for the first time since he entered my room two hours ago. “My darling, daughter,” he said, he took me into his arms and held me tight. I felt his tears hitting the top of my head.
“Father?” I asked again. “Why is this happening now?” I felt him stiffen, he arms fell from my shoulders, and he moved away. He walked over to the door; he stood with his back to me for a long time.
“The Humans have learnt about us, they have found out our secret, and now that are hunting us.” He said, he had great loss in his voice, he had great pain in his eyes, and deep down, I knew that he was dying just like I was.
Father turned and looked out of the window, the sun was still up, it was burning bright and shined with hope, but for me, the sun will always be a reminder of what happened and what was to happen. I walked over to my bed and sat down, my heart was hurting. I have never felt it be like this before.
“What about Gamma, father?” I asked after a few minutes of silents. “Gamma is still in the Human World, is she going to be back?” as soon as the words left my mouth and my father looked at me, I knew what the answer was. I had known all along, I just didn’t want to believe it.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said. Tears began to run down my face, draining me even more. My father slowly moved away from the window and stood over me, he looked uncomfortable, as if he didn’t know what to do. I turned away from him; I felt everything moving around me, the world was moving on and I was being left behind. Finally I felt my father sit on the best next to me, he pulled me close and I buried my face into his shoulder, the tears running freely now.
I had to get out; I couldn’t stay in this room any longer.
I opened my door and ran down the stairs, I ran right past the maid, she called my name but I didn’t stop running. I didn’t stop running until my lungs hurt and my legs fell from beneath me. I sat on the cold floor, I put my head in my hands and cried, my body hurt, my heart felt it was going to explode, my very being was dying and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
My whole life was changing and I don’t know what to do to get it back. I whipped my eyes and looked around, the sun had settled and the moon was out, moonlight was all around, making the big tree in front of me stand out. I got to my feet and swiftly made my way over to it. I placed my hand on top of the writing that was embedded there. Gamma and Kara, best friends forever, it had said. Tears began to run down my face again, I hugged my arms around myself as I slid to the floor.
She had only gone there for a holiday; she said she would be back in a few days. She promised me that I would see her again. My best friend is dead and I was now dying. My heart felt like it had broken in two; it felt like everything I had known was forgotten and was out of my reach.
I didn’t know how long I stayed there for, it could have been seconds or it could have been days, time had no meaning to me. The moon was still in the sky, and the ache in my heart was still there, I had a feeling it would be there for years to come. My body was shivering, my hands where nub, and I couldn’t move but I knew I had to. So, as I got to my feet I was unaware someone was standing behind me until he spoke. His voice was like the light in my hour of darkness, his voice brought be back and told me I had something to live for; he made my heart forget about the pain I was feeling for Gamma. “What are you doing here? It is dark; it is not a time for young girls to be running around by themselves.” He had said.
I span around and came face to face with the boy I would someday marry. He was beautiful, his eyes were full of light, and he was no older then I was. He was just a child pretending to be a man. I gave him a smile, it felt wrong on my lips but it helped to take some pain away. “You are no older than I am,” I told him, I walked around him in circles, my heart already beginning to feel lighter. “My name is Kara,” I told him, I held out my hand in front of him.
After a slight hesitation the boy took my hand and shook it. “My name is Kai, the son of Katya” he said. He let go of my hand, it fell to my side, I didn’t have the strength to hold it up on my own. A smile spread across my lips, I was impressed that he has such a powerful Witch as a mother.
Katya got her name when she save ten witches from a burning fire when she was not even in her fall power, the witches were to drain of power to save themselves so she stood up and took charge.
“I am impressed,” I said to him, my voice playful yet it still held some of the sadness from not long ago. “I didn’t know Katya was your mother, but if you want you want to play it that way then I am the daughter of Paula,” I said, I stepped into the moonlight that had made its way through the tops of the trees.
Kai gave me a nod; I know that he was impressed by my mother; he just didn’t want me to know. “I have never heard to her,” He told me; he shrugged his shoulders as turned his back on me.
“You lie,” I said. I ran in front of him. Kai stopped walking and looked into my dark green eyes. “Everyone has heard of her, she is one of the most famous witches to have ever been born.” I told him, not a word of it a lie.
“I have never heard of her, I guess she is not as famous as you wish she was,” he told me.
I smiled. “You are lying,” I said again. “I am a witch and I know when someone is lying to me.”
He shrugged again, blowing me off as if I and my mother’s name meant nothing to him. “What you are doing here at this time of night, anyway?” he asked me changing the subject back to the original question.
“I have to get away, there are things that are going on that I was trying to run away from,” I said. “Someone close to me has just died,” I turned back to the trees, my fingers moved over the letters that have been curved into the wood. A tear ran down my face but I whipped it away, I do not want Kai to see my cry.
“Well,” He said. I jumped I had forgotten he was standing there; I looked at him. “If you want to get away, I know a small place deeper in the woods.” His face lighting up with mischief. “Do you want to see it?”
I gave the young boy a smile, I took his outstretched hand and we walked into the woods together. We faced the darkness together.
Kara closed her eyes then reopened them, the memory fading into nothing. She took off the water and stepped out of the shower; she pulled her towel around her, and sat on the toilet seat, putting her head in her hands. Why was she thinking about that day? Why was it all coming back to her again? She had done her best to forget about him, forget about the time they had sheared, forget that he even lived. So, why now?
Kara shook her head, pushed it to the back of her mind, and stood up from the toilet; she took some clothes out of her bag, something comfortable and nice. Something she knew Kai would like. A pair of black jeans and a white top, that was what she put on, it was the thing she wore then she was going to run around the woods. The same thing she wore when she and Kai went into the woods, she thought, looking at herself in the small mirror.
When she was dressed, she put her hair up into a pony tail, and then gathered all of her things. She put her clothes and her towel into her bag, not wanting to leave anything behind. She zipped her bag back up and unlocked the door, walking back down the hallway and back to the living room.
Kai was back in the living room when Kara entered, he was laughing and joking with Mia, but as soon as Kara entered the room they fell into silents. She gave them all a smile as she looked at the floor, she was a little girl in a lonely world and she had no idea how to get back to the world she knew.
Kai took one look at her smiled. “Are you alright?” he asked.
She nodded and sat down next to Kai, putting her bag on the floor. “I am fine, a little tired but fine.” She told him.
“Of course you are, the time difference must be hard on your body. Come with me, I will show you to a room you can use for tonight.” Kai said, getting up from the sofa and held his hand out to her. Kara sat looking at it, not ready to touch him quite yet. Kai must have read that in her eyes because he dropped his hand to his side, a sad smile coming to his face.
Kara got up from the sofa and followed Kai out of the room, leaving Mia looking after them. Kai showed Kara up a set of stairs. Half way up, Kara stopped and looked at a photo hanging on the wall. It was a photo was of a woman, a vampire. She had light blonde hair, eyes that were dark and light. The woman remained Kara of Mia, what with the flawless skin. Kai walked back down the stairs to Kara, he looked at the photo then to Kara. “That’s Mia’s mother, she was killed just after Mia was born.”
Kara nodded and looked at Kai. He gave her a smile then led her up the stairs, past the bathroom to the end bedroom. “You can sleep in here tonight.” He said. Kara walked into the room and looked around. There was nothing more than a bed, a cupboard, and a rug. It looked as if no one lived here. Kara walked over to the bed and sat down. “Good night, Kara.” Kai said, walking out the room and closing the door.
After Kai had left the room, Kara had placed her head on the pillow, covering herself with the covers and closing her eyes. Kara didn’t know how she could still be tired; after all, she had slept all night and all day. She slowly let her mind wonder before everything went dark, but somewhere in that darkness, pictures, colours and sounds began to make their way to Kara. She fell into a dream she had only had once before, only this time, things had been changed around, and things had been added as if she was only now beginning to remember.
I can hear scream coming from all around me, people are screaming for help but I cannot get to them. Fire and burning is the only thing I can see as I try and find the escape that isn’t there. I run, I try to get away but it is endless, the trees around are endless, and they are all burning. There is only one thing that I know, and that is the knowledge that I am going die today. My lungs hurt from the smoke I have inhaled and my legs hurt from the running I have been doing. The fire is getting closer; I can feel it moving, seeking me out. I do not know how I got here, why can I not remember?
The picture shifts, the burning trees are left behind and forgotten as my eyes take in the new sight.
I am standing in the room, someone moves around talking but I cannot hear when he is saying. I look up from what is lying on the table in front of me; it is not something I have seen before, a stone with writing on it. I can feel the magic that lies deep in it; it is waiting to be woken up, waiting to be saved. It is calling out to me, it is begging me to touch it, awaken the power.
A man is walking back and forth; his hands are behind his back and his head down. “You are our only hope, young one.” His eyes meet mine; his eyes are of a colour that I have never seen before, green with hits of gray, blue, and even pink. “You have to stop this from getting any worse.” He stops pacing and walks over to me; he drops a picture in front of me and I look down.
The picture is of a young girl, it is hard to tell her age from the picture but I do know she is not human, a vampire maybe. She has light blonde hair, eyes that are dark blue, and her face is flawlessly perfect. “Find this girl, you must find this girl.” He says his voice serious. “She has your ring, find her.” His voice is serous and it scares me to hear it.
The man puts his hands on my shoulder, my eyes move from the photo to him. “You must save us all,” he says before the picture shifts once more.
Someone hands me a ring, one that I have never seen before but I know that I should remember it. An oval shaped ring, branches spread all over the oval shape with many leaves coming from the branches. A few of the bigger leaves have small diamonds imbedded within them. It is the ring all witches get on their eighteenth birthday, so why cannot remember getting mine? The world around me moves as words leave my mouth, the pain and hurt begins to heal.