CHAPTER 7
Lucca Viatto
As I gained consciousness, I felt a soft warm mattress that was most likely a bed underneath me. As I opened my eyes, I almost got blinded by the bright light that I found, as I got used to the light, I looked around and saw the luxurious satin sheets that were in a canopy king-sized bed, there were also white sparkling curtains and the headboard had gold details, I went into further detail, and noticed that the sparkles were small butterflies that were fluttering in the curtains. The headboard had small gold details on it and the sheets were white satin. I was wearing a white pajama dress and I was barefoot.
As I stood up I looked at the room, which was spacious and had a large roman style couch with gold details and a matching long tea table with a crystal ornament. There was a sliding door that led to what I assumed was a closet. There was a big mirror with fancy details and a table with makeup and a few other embellishing stuff. As pretty as the room was the most shocking thing I saw was how I looked in the mirror, staring at me was a tall slender teenager with hooded bright green eyes and fuchsia hair with purple and light blue strands, my bony body was now slender and my skin was almost glowing, I could not believe that the person I was seeing was me, I poked my face and looked at the mirror to see if maybe it was some sort of magic mirro, but no the mirror was reflecting me and I could not believe it. I explored the room and opened every single drawer of the closet to check what clothes were in there. I loved every single clothing item in that closet and the bathroom was huge and really luxurious. I think I spent about an hour till my stomach started sounding and I felt kinda sleepy, strange as it is, it was not food I desired it was something that I could not place, just then it was when I finally remembered how I had gotten here a fire, a knife in Ms. Wichester and me falling in the tutor's arms, it all came back with a sudden force and as my knees gave in and I was about to collapse, I was caught by the hand by someone.
I immediately spun around to see my savior and I was left with a great shock that it was the man that I had seen so many times and that I recognized as my father. I was suddenly on the large couch with a blanket over me and my father on the other couch staring right into my eyes. The man I had dreamed of had not aged a year and had the same light blue hair and bright green eyes and slender figure, he was wearing some simple dressing pants and a shirt, with polished black shoes. He had big white wings that took up half the space of the couch and he looked at me with interest I could tell he wanted to talk to me but for some reason chose to just stare at me. I felt really awkward it took me a few seconds before finally saying something:" Hi mister, thank you for helping me and umm, I guess you are my father?", okay I know it is not what you say to your long lost father that just rescued you or something, but give me a break, last time I had a decent conversation I was in a completely different situation and well let's just say that while I was not shy at all, I did lack social skills. I just saw as my father smiled at me and said:" Well, no need to thank me, and certainly, I am your father, the name is Lucca Viatto which would make you Lynx Viatto, and we have a few things to discuss now".
I am gonna go ahead and take away the long hours that you readers will not have to endure, an explanation of my angel nature combined with a witch my father also explained that there is a whole world of different supernaturals and creatures out there, I would not continue growing until the age of 19, and my appearance was staying the same after those years. He also explained that I basically did not need actual meals, but my "food" was positive energy produced by other people. I had grown weak because of the constant negative energy directed at me in the orphanage. After a long chat I learned that my father Lucca, was a carefree and thrill-loving person, he lived for having fun and being with people he enjoyed spending time with. The long talk ended with my very first hug, I enjoyed the short moment, and then I fell asleep in my own bed and my very first home.
I don't know how long I spent in my father's house, but time tends to fly fast when half your time is divided into intense body training and the constant investigation of witch magic in the big library located in the house. The house was similar to an old Roman villa, with more modern furniture and appliances. The gardens were gorgeous and the elegant decor added to the atmosphere of the place. There were mesmerizing colorful butterflies fluttering around, the living space was wide and spacious, and there were only two floors and a balcony on the second floor. I found entertaining to take walks around the house and admire the gardens and magic touches to the place.
I only noticed time had passed when I noticed my legs were getting longer and my clothes were up to my ankles, my face had changed and my hair was getting very long. I had only seen my father one time after he brought me here. It was barely a minute and he just ran past me muttering something about having to run, after that, I never saw him around the house. Now you may wonder; What about the cleaning?, well I honestly had no idea and it was not a concern of mine, as the fresh sheets and neverending clothes had become a normal routine to find, I then found myself feeling bored and went out to explore further into the house, the front patio had neatly cut mushroom-shaped trees and there were a lot of carved pillars around, the front gate was large and it had and a V symbol on it. Outside the gates was nothing but blackness and a distant light far away.
One evening I was walking around the house and decided to explore the outside of the house and so, I went into the black space and went towards the light, it was a little disappointing when the light was a single golden ball that had a light but, deciding that I had to at least see what it was I tried to grab it and was instantly engulfed in light.....
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The Tragic Tales of Lynx Viatto...and maybe some other people
FantasyA girl name Lynx has a shitty life then she escapes it, but then she finds the 80s to be the year she goes to school and this will bring a tremendous amount of change to her life