I slowly got off the window and began walking towards my door. I hoped it wasn't my parents. I wasn't ready to face both of them. To my shock it was Queen Celeste who was holding two different sorts of books. "May I come in?" She asked very politely. I shrugged. If anyone else had responded in that way they sure would have gotten in serious trouble but luckily not me. She sat on one of my red velvet chairs while I sat on my bed across from her. " Seeing how everything is right now and your situation I think these could help."
She said in a motherly voice, handing me the books which I got a closer look at. One was a photo album and the other was a journal. I looked inside the album there were pictures of me and my brother, most likely taken by the queen. I tried to keep my emotions intact, I didn't want to show my emotions in front of her. "I know exactly how you feel, when I was your I lost my brother the same way you did." Tears welled up in my eyes "You did?" I asked.
Telling myself not to cry. She gave a soft smile and nodded. "You can use the journal to put the pictures of you and him together and write what it meant to you, and write about how you feel too. It won't erase the pain, but it will help ease it." A tear fell from my eye, turning red from embarrassment. I turned around. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. She must have understood, because she stood up, and gave me a warm comforting hug while saying goodbye.
When she finally left I slumped by my bed post and allowed myself to release all the emotions I had bottled over these past few months. I act as if it doesn't bother me but in reality it bothers me a lot. It hard to keep pretending as if it doesn't hurt. The emptiness in my heart felt as if it was getting bigger and colder. It wouldn't leave me alone, it just wouldn't. I cried until my eyes were red and sore. I screamed until my voice could no longer come out. Eventually I calmed myself down.
Queen Celeste was a mother to me. I'd never tell my mother this but I loved Celeste more than her when I was younger. She's the only one who seemed to really notice me, she knew me better than anyone.
I put myself back together, getting off the floor and gently dusting myself. I looked towards my bed and at the journal and album. I wasn't sure what to write so I just picked up the album and sat where Queen Celeste had been just a few moments early. I slowly looked at each picture letting each memory take over me. I came across a very old one I couldn't have been more than a year old. Me and Rai were sprawled on the carpet asleep next to each other, my hands on top of him and my head resting on his chest. I carefully took it out, not wanting it to wrinkle.
I wanted to frame it and put it beside my bed, just as I was about to place it down I saw a glimpse of something written on the back I turned it around. Written in black ink was the date September 18th 1812. This proved me right, it had only been a few days after my first birthday. But what really caught my attention was the writing below it that was written in red ink. I recognized the messy writing immediately. It was Rai's he wrote "Today Ezzy said his first word. My name, Rai." My fingers trailed over the writing. "Ezzy." I thought to myself. Ezzy was the nickname Rai gave me although I haven't been called that for awhile now.
The clock startled me when it rang so suddenly. It was already eleven o'clock. I wasn't ready to sleep yet, it's not as if I could even if I wanted to. I hadn't been able to fall asleep for awhile now the voices keep me up. I'm not crazy, I can just hear them. I don't know how, but I just do. I placed the picture on the album and placed it on my dresser. Thinking of what else to do I saw the journal I wasn't interested in writing in it but it couldn't hurt.
I grabbed it. The cover was a dark blue and it was very smooth. I mindlessly flipped through it. Not expecting to see anything written in it. To my surprise, towards the end there was something written. I didn't get a chance to look at it before I heard footsteps. I knew it was my mother and father. I wasn't ready for confrontation. So hurriedly put the journal down and got in bed pretending to sleep.
The loud clacking of my mother's heels were hard to ignore. It was as if the sound echoed. I was always freaked out by it. Especially if I was in trouble. They got closer "Click. Click." I heard them come to my door and stop. "You must have a talk with the boy." My mother said, I tried to listen to the rest of the conversation but it became incoherent. I suspected my father was whispering and told my mother to do the same. Finally I heard the door knob turn. I shut my eyes tighter and tried to relax and look natural but my body tensed as I heard my mother draw closer to me. I couldn't see her but I knew she was standing directly in front me.
I felt her lean down so that she was just above my ear she placed one of her long skinny nails on my face and whispered in a chilling voice that almost didn't sound like her.
"I hope you don't take me as a fool. Even a child would know you're pretending to sleep. You may think you've won this battle but you haven't, we'll discuss this later. There's no getting out of this." I almost let out a gasp. My mother was someone to be feared when she was angry, you'd be crazy to defy her. A pool of relief splashed over me as I heard her and her loud heels leave the room. I still felt a presence, my father.
"I know you're having a hard time, please try to get along with your mother like you used to, for the sake of Rai. Okay? It would be easier to just give her what she wants." He said letting out a deep sigh. Then he left and closed my door. I waited until I was sure they were far enough and rushed out of bed to lock my door. With how furious my mother was I didn't feel completely safe.
I assumed the position I was in before my parents had come. Slightly leaning against the chair I tried to clear my mind hoping that it might help me get the slightest bit of sleep. So that I would be able to stay awake during class. I must have worked because I felt myself drift away.
"Ezereath, Ezereath." A group of voices said I turned ignoring them "Ezereath!" The group screamed and a feminine voice stood out the most. It was the loudest and most comforting. I jolted up breathing heavily. I wish they would just stop. I looked around my room skeptically, searching for any sign of someone or something being in my room. Not a single soul to be seen.
I looked at the clock and it was eleven forty five. I had barely slept an hour before I had been woken up. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. I wouldn't be able to. The voices call out to me, but for which reason I do not know.
I looked around trying to find something to do when I noticed something odd. In part of my room it seemed like a blue substance was floating in the air. I walked over to the area to inspect it. To my surprise it wasn't a trick of light like I thought it had been. In the air there was something almost like glitter but it was glowing. It was as if something had been here standing or hovering around here earlier.
My door and windows had both been closed. So how on earth did who or whatever got in and did this? I reached my hand into the weird blue air.
As soon as it touched it I felt a spark. It didn't hurt and it didn't feel like an electric one. "Magic!" I exclaimed. "What kind of magic is this?" I thought out-loud. I considered myself almost an expert at magic. I have my own library filled to the brim with books half of them being about different types of magic.
"Well that gives me something to do all night." I thought aloud once more. I read about magic a lot because it's quite common in my kingdom everyone gets theirs at age 13, well everyone except me. I still haven't gotten mine and I'm turning sixteen really soon which is quite sad because I was looking forward to doing something special. I walked across my room first to my dresser to grab my glasses. I didn't wear them all the time but I liked using them when reading. Then I walked over to the wooden double doors. That was where my library was located.
I hadn't been there in a while so when I did open the door I was greeted by a lot of dust causing me to have a short coughing fit. Waving my hand in front of my face I looked around for my big sign that said magic. It was to my left side. My ladder is still in the same place I had left it months ago. I grabbed a few books from the shelves I could reach. I'm not as tall as I would like to be.
As I was walking away a book fell off the shelf directly above me, landing right on my head and bouncing off. I winced quickly, placing the books I had grabbed down and rubbing my head. I turned to see the book that had fallen. "Tales of the spirits and Lavens."I said reading the title. Where had I heard the word Laven? It sounded so familiar I've definitely heard it before. I placed the book alongside the others and began my long night of reading.
I was halfway through my first pile of books and still hadn't found anything that could have been related to that magical entity in my room. I finally made my way to the last book. It looked out the window and it seemed like soon the sun would be rising which meant I didn't have a lot of time before I had to travel to earth to go to school. To my luck the book had a definition page.
"Lavens are healers." I knew the word sounded familiar. I had heard the Royal family talking of hiring a healer rather than a doctor to care for them when they're sick. I continued flipping through the pages. As much as magic is real none of these fables so seem to be likely. I read another fable. "Some say Lavens have the power to communicate with the dead therefore they can help the spirits pass on, it is said Lavens may even be able to travel through dreams. They must be careful not to help spirits who are evil, which is not easy for them since they can not see the dead, they can only hear them."
I let the words sink in. "Does this means if I was a healer I can talk with my brother?" I asked myself. Quickly I shook the thought away. It's only wishful thinking. Who's to say these fables are real, and even if they are real I'm not a Laven and would most likely not be one. There is a very common power that runs in my and the royal family which is the ability to read memories which is really useful in finding liars. I'm really hoping to get the power. My brother had gotten a different power he hadn't told me yet he was waiting to tell me at the right time, but I guess I'll never know. The clock rang. It was 6am. Time to get ready I thought. I grabbed the book and walked out of my library, then I left it on my bed. Even if it isn't real, the fables are pretty interesting. I'll read it at school.