The white butterfly tango

Chapter XV

The girl returned to her room full of various emotions. She'd just seen her dad, not in the picture and not in her grandma's stories. He was just the same as he thought of him, a strict-looking man, a teacher, and a guide to those who need him. The girl had her own interrogation going on for almost all her life. She tried to gather as many pieces of information as she could find. Gramms, however, didn't particularly like that and the girl never understood why. There wasn't much to look for as there were almost no pieces of evidence of his living. The people who knew him referred to him as being reliable but mostly just stood quiet without giving anything useful to the curious girl.

Esma lied in her bed already prepared for her rest after another tiring day at the Fortressmain academy. Her father died when she was little, so she didn't remember him at all. Nor him or her mother. Gramms told they died together and died defending their little daughter who was just different. It suddenly hit her... They knew about her powers... Was her grandmother informed about that too? How come, she never told her that?

With that in mind, the girl fell asleep. She practically never had dreams, just a black screen in front of her eyes for the most part. This time, all the girl saw was bright light keep on calling her to come closer. Esma headed where the light lead her and appeared in a completely white room. It was completely empty only with the little girl sitting in it again like that time at the mission.

"Wha-" Esma wanted to react but as soon as she saw the girl, the little girl stood up and showed herself. She was about five years old and had beautiful long olive hair, the same as Esma, only her eyes were completely white like she was constantly using her magic.

"I want to see mom again..." The girl spoke up and her voice was echoing in the girl's ears so loudly, she had to cover them.

"Why did daddy let them kill me like that?" The girl asked curiously again and the walls started moving like from the earthquake.

"Who are you?" Esma finally got enough courage in her to ask her question too. She probably had around a million of those in her had but decided to go with the easiest one.

"Daddy let them kill me... but I don't blame him." The girl smiled again and leaned her head to the side, observing Esma curiously.

"Who are you, kid?" Esma frowned but then almost fell to the floor from the movements that were happening inside.

"My name is Esmeralda." The kid spoke calmly and took a curious glance at Esma.

"Esmeralda?" Esma heard it loud and clear, it was just their names were so similar, she wasn't able to ask anything else.

"Esmeralda Hoover..." Her voice echoed at the back of the girl's head and she felt sudden pain right there. The girl caught the place with her hand and felt something warm, some liquid tearing down her neck and down her back. She glanced at her hand and only then realized that it was blood. Bright and red, dropping from her hand to the perfectly white floor.

The little girl then took a step back and gasped just as loudly. She got scared and started running away as fast as she possibly could.

"Don't run away." Esma reached her hand there but then fell down and started coughing on the matter, appearing in her mouth. The white butterflies flew off and the girl who was running away suddenly froze. Esma raised her sight and noticed how the bright white room turned into complete darkness.

"You are just as mean as all of them!" Esmeralda screamed and then the night hid her completely.

Esma woke up all sweaty, terrified, and sat up, trying to catch a breath after that awful nightmare. She gasped while sitting up and noticed how a cloud of butterflies flew out through the open window. Esma hid her head into her palms and couldn't help but cry her eyes out for few hours in a row.