The Queen of Broken Glass

《Chapter four》

   Cleo's laugh filled the halls as she flew into the dining room. I was right behind her, trying to keep up. If you asked me years ago, I would have said I would love to be a fairy, but after I heard her story, I'm not sure anymore.

   The dining room wasn't big, but it was enough for us. The walls were not just one color. They were black, with some gold stripes. Lana wanted some black in this room "because thats her soul's color"  as she said. Typical for a vampire, I know. But she wasn't like a storm sky, as she was told by many people. No. I saw her more like a solar eclipse, but not a total one. There was a balance between light and dark in her; between happines and sadness. I never saw her soul black; for me it was more like a forest green. I alway associated that color with her. It reminded me of her eyes, even though their color was brighter; a bright green you could never forget. Her skin was light and it looked almost white next to her dark locks. She had long dark hair,it's tips being a shade of blood red. Right at this moment she was at the table, reading from some book. She felt my gaze, raised her head and smilled.

   The air in the room smelled sweet, of cinnamon and walnut rolls. Even though the twins preferred to cook other types of desserts, they made me a few rolls every night.

    "You're just so slow, Zamina. I had to fly slower so you can keep up and still I was there first." Laughed Cleo as we sat down in our places.

    "Well excuse me that I don't run on the stairs. You all know I have a talent at tripping over anything, espacilly steps." I said, putting on a fake sad face. For a moment they just stared at me, and then everyone at the table bursted into laughing. The atmosphere was always cheerful in the cottage on The Lost Island. There were jokes and laughs and so much joy. It was quiet only at night, when sleep took over the place. I dreamed of that when I was little. I wanted that with my family. But God knows why I couldn't have it.

   They may had noticed my that my facial expression had chanhed and the fact that I was much quieter than usual; because all the laughter had stoped. Wyet, who sat next to me, took my small hand in his and give it a little squeeze. I looked up at him and smiled.
He squeezed my hand again and said:

   "We know it is hard to not feel like you belong somewhere, Zami. But we found eachother, we found a family for ourselves. We found a place we can not only just call it home, but it actually feels like one."

   "Yeah, my brother is right." Remarked Kurt,Wyet's twin. "We couldn't wish for a better home. It feels so good to be with people who are like us, who are considered outstanding." I smiled at his words.

   "I must say if someone told me years ago that I will be living with a night fairy, two werewolves and a witch, I would had laughed in his face." Swore Lana as we all started to chuckle. And the chuckle became soon laughter, so noisy that I started to think that people from the continent might hear us now.
And yet there was it again. The cheerful atmosphere.
  
    "And beside, how can you be sad when we made you cinnamon rolls?!" I laughed even harder at Kurt's remark. I took the plate from his hands and listened to the conversation. The roll was so sweet, the sugar melting on my tongue, the cinnamon flavor taking over my taste buds. I have to say it, the twins know what they were doing in that kitchen. As I ate, I felt someone nudging my arm lightly. I raised my gaze to look at Wyet.

   "Are you ok?" He asked, worry in his voice.

   I thought a second before answering. I had a home; people who loved me and saw me like part of their family. I have reached the goal of being feared by others; I had a title. And, beside that, I was eating my favorite dessert. So I was truthfull when I said: "I'm okay."