The Tragic Tales of Lynx Viatto...and maybe some other people

Is it fantasy?

CHAPTER 4

Is it fantasy?

As the coach made its way into the gates of the Winchester mansion I held on to the thought of the strange resemblance and the weird dream that I could not understand, I, however also had other things on my mind, like if my feet had already healed and if Miss Winchester had noticed my absence, which was the most worrying of all. I got that answer when Miss Winchester dragged me into the drawing-room of the house and scolded me for damaging her reputation and running off the tutor's watch, there were other topics she scolded me for, but I didn't listen at all, it was not as worse as I had thought but I still had to scrub off the blood of my o socks and have another week of scrubbing the dining hall with doing dishes, I eventually went up to my room and as soon as I stepped into the room I got mocked and laughed at, and to top it off my favorite "friend" Emily, a ginger tall girl of about 15, swung a scissor that sliced half my hair nearly missing my neck. Now with a new haircut and an uncomfy sleeping gown that the maids had kindly laid out on my bed, my choice was to go to sleep and hope for the best tomorrow.

I was staring at the same fuchsia haired woman that took me in her arms and tucked me into a small pink bed with curtains, I could see the shape of the woman and how she would softly close my bedroom windows and sing a short yet sweet lullaby, I felt my tiny eyes close and go into a peaceful sleep, They were nice sweet dreams that were senseless and childish, It was not until it all went black that I found myself in the arms man who was my father and as he stared into my eyes with panic and without the usual muted sound I heard; ¨When your old enough my dear, I will find you and I will appear into your life and just then I will get you and you will know how to find me, you will truly awaken, trust me ¨, just then he lovingly kissed my head and I fell into a deep, deep dark hole.

All I could think when I woke up was ¨Wow¨, that had felt so real, the warmth, the feelings of the girl that looked very much like a younger version of me, and a strange warm feeling enveloped me and I felt like I had woken up from a long slumber, very similar to the dream, as I slowly sat, I noticed a tension right at the back of my gown and undid the stitches, I found my hair had grown back and my body felt like new. As I stood up, I noticed the floorboard where I was about to step sounded hollow so I chose to not stop there, as I got changed, I suddenly became aware of the steps of all the kids in the long hallway, and the breathing of the girls that were still sleeping, all steady and calm. After quickly getting dressed, I realized how odd things were. How had I managed to hear footsteps from another room? How had I known the floorboard was hollow? And how did my hair grow at night? , they were all questions I had in my mind and I was trying to make sense of it when suddenly it all came back to me....

My mom was Arabella Lunar and she had been murdered with an arrow to the heart by human hunters, I remembered their faces perfectly well, I could see the scene clearly thanks to my father's help and I could also see how he had temporarily sealed my magic to prevent the same ending to me, my mother was a witch, a beautiful one who had married an angel that was my father, I could make magic, I had a love for plants and cute things, I loved my mother and they took her away, My father wanted me to remember all this at the right time, I could see pieces he had added to me to understand, some were my childhood memories, others were glimpses of my mom of my dad and of my grandparents even, I felt complete and fully aware of my abilities and I felt the strong feelings that belonged to my father when the hunters murdered my innocent mother who had done nothing but is a peaceful and loving mother. My dad had also left me with some information about hunters, how they killed supernaturals for their own messed up purposes, there was a whole world out there of people like me, and that humans feared what they could not understand, and with a new rage and purpose, I just had to find my father.