"Hello dear. How are you feeling? Fred informed me that you went to the hospital, are you okay?" The concerned Mrs Martin asked. "I am now feeling better ma'am. The test results said that I suffered from an allergic reaction and an amoeba infection. They gave me a dietary prescription and some pills ," Jean replied. "That's nice. Uhm...Today is my mother's death anniversary,I would like you to follow me there for a memorial service. Martin will be there shortly since he has some urgent work at the office and Fred and Winnie have never liked the idea of a memorial, they claim that it revived healed wounds. I only have you now, will you accompany me, dear?" Mrs Martin uttered, an immense pain in her words, she of all the people understood her quite well.
"Of course. Let me freshen up and I will meet you in the car shortly," she replied while holding her hands. It felt nice to have someone who could relate to her pain, pain great enough to alter one's perception of everything in life yet they retained a good heart.
The clergy commenced the prayers as Mrs Martin sobbed in utter agony. No words can ever explain the pain of losing a loved one. It is so painful that not even words can bear it. Jean was reminded of the day of her parents' last respect. Not even a bone to bury could be traced therefore the people lit lanterns at night and placed them on the water. She remembers as the vicious sea currents swallowed every lantern except her's. They all watched as it journeyed on until it could be seen no more. Unlike her, at least Mrs Martin had a grave to cry on when it gets too heavy to hold in.
After the service, Mr Martin left along with the clergies. The two ladies remained, seated on a big rock in silence. Each in their own battlefield. " I was my mother's favourite. She liked me because we shared a dislike for magic. This got her into constant disagreements with my father. He gave all his time and energy to magic to a point that he neglected his husbandry and fatherly duties. The situation worsened and ended up in physical abuse where my poor mother experienced a beating of a lifetime whenever she tried to talk him into leaving magic and invest in his family instead. Her love and care for her family is the only offence she could be accused of. The situation intensified and took her to her grave. Oh how I miss her!" Mrs Martin sobbed in silence. The agony was loud and Jean heard it.
Jean noticed that she was only talking about her late mother and was also bitter about her father but didn't mention his whereabouts. Where is he?
She turned towards Jean who was now narrated how life gave her a punch in the face at a time when she needed compassion the most. The two got into a weeping session. Life certainly needs someone who can stand up and courageously convict it for its unfairness.
It was already nightfall when they returned.
She entered her room and sat at her dressing table staring at her inflamed itchy eyes in the mirror. When leaving, she had left the book in her closet, she was very certain about this, but now it was right before her and opened. She instantly loaded the info on the page to a translation site.
' A marine world wizard who possesses an indescribable amount of power.' Those were the translation to the statement written below the picture of a man in a long black coat holding a sparkly horn. Though not so clear, she also saw a picture of a cracked egg similar to the one in her possession.
She felt overwhelmed and stepped out to the pool for some air. The night sky had many stars. On a deeper thought, the information about the marine wizard echoed Twinkle's description of her friend, Vicky.
It hit her hard that she had lost contact with Twinkle.
Just then, Fred arrived from work and saw a shadow near the pool. He walked slowly towards the figure . A stunning rare beauty with long silky hair. Jean had not realised Fred's presence. Her thoughts were too engulfing that her hearing senses went off.
"Hey Jean!" Fred stormed. "Ooh, I didn't see you there," she replied. "Can't sleep?"he inquired. "Not at all, I just wanted to catch some fresh air a bit," she replied, walking towards Fred and gave him a peck before going into her room.
Fred's curiosity was now growing at an alarming rate. He could tell that he was in the dark about something.
In her room, Jean continued to contemplate on the magical mysteries . She tried to get a hold of the magic book's content on the net. While perusing, she came across an actress job advert.