It was midnight. The season is winter at Grefendys. The yellow flowers twinkled in night too.The seven mountains still remains to reach at the castle of Dracula. And the mountains were filled with charming yellow flowers and poisoning snakes.Peter gazed at the last mountain and it's memories. In rare occasions Peter will gaze at far.It was a very different nature of him.
The telephone ranged.
Gaya and her mother can't take the phone at the present occasion.Peter took the phone.
"Hello...madame gaya.....?"A sound came from receiver. Peter looked at Gaya.She was trying to propitate her mother. Peter didn't listen to the phone call.
"Hello ...can you hear me...?"
The man repeated.
"Hello. ...yeah I can hear you......please tell me..."
Peter came back to the call.
It ended.peter put down the receiver.Gaya looked at him.Means, asked for whose call.
Peter kept silent. Gaya understood it.
Elizabeth-he mother gone to her bedroom.She was still frightening something harder. Gaya followed her mother. And tried to propitate her.Elizabeth sat on the bed.Gaya pat her mother' s head.She was disturbed because of someone.
"Mom...please come to eat.....otherwise I can't. ...,?"
Elizabeth didn't heard it.She was looked at the next bedroom. Gaya too gazed at her father's door. The door still kept silent. And it never opened for a long days.Gaya thought about her father. Something terrible happened . She realized that. Dracula trying to cover something from all.She knew her father. He teach her to know.
She thought about the stories told by her father before some years.And she really loved stories and books. She believed that letters made her as sentimental living being.
Her father didn't told her about a hero.And she thought every time about her heroin which never dies it anxiety.
Once her father told her a different kind of story.She can't forget it.Because it was a story about a different kind hero she never heard.
"Gaya...don't you want to hear a nice story"
Dracula pat her golden hair.
"A nice story?.."
She got up from lap of her father.
And Dracula well knew she love to hear more stories.
"Yes my darling. ..a long years past..."
Dracula thought about something. And interrupted the story.
"Then....?"Gaya asked.
"He was born in a large family. And his father was very rich...and loved books a lot.He told a bunch of stories to his sons. "
Dracula took a deep breath.And continued.
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