Holden
It had been over three hours since Mystic had received the shocking news of her life. I currently, remained silent behind Kylan as he led me to my private Chambers. I still couldn't understand what was going on. Don't even know how to react to all these. On top of that, I still haven't recovered from the death of my mother. How had everything gone haywire within hours?
Kylan clears his throat ahead of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I lazily drag my eyes from an antique only to stare at his back. He could tell that I was lost in my thoughts without sparing a glance at me.
"What are you thinking about?" He suddenly asked as we turned down a corner in the third hall way.
I don't answer, I shift my gaze to a painting themed with choas, disaster, and a fragile ray of predicted peace. A sigh escapes my lips at the thought, " it would be best if you didn't know." I say.
He doesn't push it.
We soon turn by the fifteenth or was it fourteenth corner of the fifth hallway?
Just how many hall ways were they?
"Is it about her?" He finally asked after a moment of silence. I knew who he was talking about, it was Mystic. I suddenly became defensive, "it doesn't matter, just stay away from her." I add gritting my teeth, sure enough he got the message.
"Don't worry, I already belong to someone else." He says, and there's suddenly a cloud of confusion forming in my head.
Who?
Before I could ask that question, he stops in front of a heavily guarded door. "This is your room." He says and I can only nod. Without saying a word he vanishes.
****
I couldn't sleep, just kept tossing and turning. The only thing I had to keep me occupied were the designs on the ceilings and the doors. The room seemed to be built specially for a human.
Considering the fact that it was water free... it meant a human had come here before. And this room was made specially for him. But who?
These thoughts drag me out of my bed, and soon I find my self observing each and every object in the room. This activity kept me busy, hopefully it would make me drowsy soon.
I soon give up as it wasn't having any expected effects, that is until I come across a painting hung in the room. It was covered with a red soft linen. At this point every trace of sleep instantly vanishes from my eyes as I pull it down.
A small gasp escapes my lips, as I stare at the painting in utter shock. It was of a man, and I couldn't help but feel he looked familiar.
Then it hits me.
How could I not recognise him. The ice blue eyes, but the colour of his hair was different. He had brown hair, and the ever small soft smile.
I stagger back in heavy realization. This painting was of a man, and this man was no other than Mystic's father.
I stare at the surroundings of the room wide eyed, and I was currently sleeping in his room.
Oh. My...
Mystic's POV
I was too overwhelmed to notice that my hair was beginning to turn blue. There was already streaks of blue running through it. I turn to Myst, eyes narrowing.
"Anything else to tell me?" I ask her, folding my arms across my chest. She inhales deeply before she begins.