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I Inhale sharply.
"Cece, you okay? You've gone whiter than my hair..." Alek speaks as she places a hand on my shoulder to steady me.
"Yeah, uh...I'm honestly not ready for this." I stop for a breath. "But I don't think I'll ever be so let's just get this out of the way." I sigh and stand up from the bed, giving Alek a faint smile as we head to the golden-crusted door.
I only now realise I'm still in my travelling clothes, but hey - it's my father so he's not gonna hate me for it. Is he?
Alek opens the door for me and places a hand on my shoulder re-assuringly.
"At least your getting to see him again." She smiles sadly as she closes the door behind me. I can't help but feel that sad words have a hidden meaning.
"Alek...what do you mean?" I ask as softly as I can, I can tell this is a sensitive topic for her. Nonetheless she flashes a friendly smile as we continue walking down the corridor.
Honestly, I have no idea where we are going. I'm just following Alek, every corridor looks the same to me. She's silent for a few minutes.
"Around about 5 years ago I lost my mother." She sighs,"obviously it didn't affect my father to the point of insanity because...they didn't really love each other." She looks at me with her crystal eyes.
"Alek I'm so sorry...." I plead, regretting that I even mentioned it. My mother may not have been my birth, but she was still my mom and had always been there for me. It was hard to grieve a parent that you don't remember.
"No Cece, it's alright. If anyone knows about loss it's you." She smiles through her tears. We then descend down some stairs, I think I have a rough idea where we are now. If I'm correct we should be in the left wing - but then I never was an expert in geography.
But what she said was true. I did know a lot about loss, I'd lost my real parents once...and I wasn't prepared to loose my father again anytime soon.
"Do you mind me asking what happened?" I ask as I try not to stumble down the stairs to my death. I really need a new sense of humour.
"Yeah, I don't mind talking about it, honestly." She smiles. "I was fifteen at the time and my brother had just gone missing, we had no idea where he was or if he was even alive. But it seriously affected my mom. She loved my brother so much more than me honestly, he was the star child that was going to take over as alpha of the Northern-Moon pack when he was old enough."
"Which meant that he was going to be in control of the whole kingdom," She looked downwards.
" We didn't even know you were alive at the time honestly."
I listened cautiously.
"He was only fifteen....he hadn't even turned for the first time yet, he couldn't take the pressure my father put on him so he left." She clenches her jaw.
"He never came back." She looks at me, "so my mom decided that suicide was an option for her." She says in dark humour, I'm so surprised at how bluntly she puts it that I just look at her with my eyebrows raised.
"Now that's a level of carelessness that I would use." I smile at her, as I shake my head slightly.
"Then I sense that this is going to be a wonderful friendship." She laughs at me.
*****
A golden encrusted door stands in front of me. I know he's on the other side. I can sense him.
Alek's inside with Alpha Anaka and my father, my father. My real father. I don't know how to feel, I don't know how to act. My stomachs churning more than when I failed my maths test.
Yeah, I'm comparing this to my maths test.
I can hear several whispers through the door, but nothing is standing out enough to create words or sentences. No words can honestly describe how many emotions are running through my veins, my breathing is fast and my eyes are wide.
Suddenly, it goes very quiet inside.
I hear footsteps come towards the door in which I'm standing behind. I stop breathing altogether at this point - and the door before me opens.
Alek is cautious as she opens it wider for me, so that I can step into the room. But I freeze, I freeze because I'm scared, and I'm fed up of being scared.
I clench my jaw tightly and take a large deep breathe before entering the room. As I turn around I notice that Alek has closed the door and exited the room, giving me the privacy I want and need.
Towards the back of the room is a large window which is the main source of light, outside it's getting darker. The blue sky is now faded into a crimson red as the abnormally large sun begins to set behind the ocean.
The soft cackles of a fireplace turn my attention to a large chair which is facing opposite of me. I know he's there, and it's just us. Alek's father must've left through the other door in the room.
Slowly I creep towards it, one leg in front of the other as the silence grows thicker.
With one big breath, I walk around the exterior of the chair and I swallow hard when I see him. My father. The king.
He sits, with long dark hair as his arms rest beside him. He is facing forward, watching the embers burn brightly. But he can't watch, for when I look at his eyes...they are empty and soulless. A dark shade of blue with golden specks.
"F-father?...." I stumble out, desperate for a response. Nothing, he continues to stare forward.
I creep down beside him and place a hand on his cold ones, I try again but his response is the same. He's alive, but he's practically already dead.
He's dead inside, and I can't change that.
I wipe away the tears that are streaming down my face and begin sobbing loudly. "Father, please!" I cling to him as I cry, but I will never feel his warm touch. I've lost him, I've lost him before I've even found him.
I place my hand on his and take a deep breath, closing my eyes. I focus on his cold hands as I push with my mind to give him energy. I can heal him, I know I can.
I open my eyes and watch as my hands glow lightly as they are intertwined with his. Again, nothing happens.
He continues staring forward unknowingly, he doesn't know I'm here. He's not even here. His body is an empty shell in which there is no passenger. The passenger is dead. I can't help him.
I stand up and turn away from him as I openly cry. Yes, crying all of the time is pathetic but I'm done. I'm done being weak.
I turn around and look at my precious dark haired father one more time before I exit the room. Not even realising I used a different door until I'm at a completely different side to the castle.
Instead of being a Luxurious gold, the walls are a Steele silver. But bright enough that my reflection stares back at me. I keep walking down the freakishly symmetrical hall until I once again enter into a large, long hall - it's another ballroom.
This part of the castle is older, and smells slightly damp. But nonetheless it is looked after. I look up towards the high walls and notice that they are filled with enormous paintings, but not any paintings. They are portraits.
It's my entire family tree.
The first large portrait I come across is of my father. He is standing beside a chair, staring forward. A slight smirk on his face. His warm, kind eyes which are full of life immediately make me feel better. He wasn't always like he was now. He was once a great king.
He is standing in his office in the painting and along the bottom of it is a large golden brooch which reads, King Alton Darkfall. Reigning leader.
He looks so young, so playful and energetic even though he's in a dormant position. Barely early twenties, he is clean shaven and strong.
I continue down the large hall with a slight smile on my face, he was happy at one point. And that's something of him I can hold on to for the rest of my life.
I look up to the next large portrait that is beside his, and completely stop in my tracks. Her large blue eyes and long dark hair catch my attention. She so beautiful. My mother is so beautiful.
She's standing in a long blue dress which compliments her large blue eyes. Her dark hair flows down her side, just as long as her dress. Not a curl is out of place. Instead of a bland face, she is smiling lightly - her cheeks a slight shade of red. Only now do I read her name for the first time.
Alexandria Darkfall. Queen.
I cry lightly as I look at how happy she seems, everything seemed to be going well. Only now do I realise what she is smiling at, and I look towards her stomach which features a slight bump. A baby bump - she's smiling at me.
The sobs fully erupt now as I cry for the mother I never got to know. Hopefully one day I will. In a world that's unknown, we will be reunited.
I continue walking, not really knowing where I am going.
As I reach the end of the huge hall I look up at a painting once again, and notice a name that I actually recognise. Darius Darkfall, the founder of my hometown. He's my ancestor, but in another life he's also my son.
To the left of his painting is his son Alexander, the first mayor of DarkFall, beside him stands who I assume is his younger sister. I'd never heard of her, but seeing that at least one member of my family had a sibling to stand by there side makes my heart warm. Most of the family only managed to have one child to continue the line before they were slaughtered, leaving the child to fend for them self.
We're very similar looking, but I can see that Darius has a darker tan and eyes from everyone else . I get chills when I see he bears a strong resemblance to Catori. But I push the thought aside.
He's also very sad, his eyes seem broken and his heart is torn. Only do I freeze when I see the next painting.
A very old painting stands before me, the girl in it very familiar. She stands tall and fierce, almost indestructible. The power radiates off of her.
But that's the thing. It's like I'm not looking at a painting. It's more like I'm looking at my reflection.
Before me, stands a portrait of Cecilinda Darkfall.
In front of me, stands a Portrait of me.
Next chapter, I'm bringing back 2 old characters....and they are here to create drama.
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