The Fallen Child

Chapter 3

Just like that, a week passed since my last visit to the E.R. Casimir had been discharged from the E.R and had gone on his way. Life went on as normal, and I officially graduated highschool. I was no longer in a dorm, and had moved into an apartment. My current foster family provided me the place to live, and refused to let me work until I was out of college. Other than paying for college, my apartment, and groceries, they never interacted with me.

I was fine with that, as it gave me time to figure out my thoughts. Casimir's words stayed with me, tearing me apart mentally. I didn't show it on the outside, but my inside was conflicted and torn. I knew what I should do rationally, but I also knew that there was a side of me that wanted to act upon impulse. I wanted to go with him, because the more I thought about it, I had been ignoring the draw I felt towards him.

I wasn't as affectionate as he was, but I still felt something, and it was a stronger feeling than I liked to admit. Rationally, I knew it was crazy to even consider walking off with this stranger, however rationality had its limit. I'd trespassed into the world of irrationality, and I had been entangled in its flow. Rationality wasn't something that I could really use at this point. I was too far away from what was rational.

I knew this, but I still was conflicted. My friends didn't know the full story, and wouldn't take it well if I went off with Casimir. I was afraid of their reactions. I didn't have connections to many people, but those three were the most important people in my life. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle negative reactions from those three. It might break me.

Also, I had no clue where to find Casimir. Sure, he said that we would meet again, but could I believe his words? I wanted to follow him, yet I still couldn't put my trust in him. I'd truly entered a world I knew nothing about. I was out of my mind.

Was the camping trip the catalyst to the toils soon to follow? Perhaps it was my almost prophetic dreams that made no sense, or maybe my act of stealing the items from the warehouse.

Or maybe it had nothing to do with any of it and I was what he had said. His brother. I wasn't sure what being his brother would do to me, but life certainly wouldn't be nearly as peaceful as what it was before.

Unsure of what to do, I rummaged through my camping backpack which I'd never unpacked, and took out the mirror and sword. They, just like the choker, fit perfectly with me. I shared a sense of familiarity with the three items, just as I did with Casimir. If I had been able to accept the relics, maybe, just maybe, I could accept Casimir.

I don't know if it was my surge of emotions, or the fact that I finally came to a decision, but the necklace glowed just like the times before. The only difference this time was that there wasn't any pain. Instead of pain, I was overcome with feelings of tranquility and peace of mind and heart.

I want to see Casimir. I want to try, no matter how foolhardy it may seem. Before I change my mind, I want to see Casimir.

The necklace continued to glow, before I was engulfed in its light and taken somewhere else entirely. When the light receded, I found myself in a large room which was decorated in expensive looking vases and paintings of people and places.

I sat on a soft, king sized bed in a mastersized bedroom. I found something odd when I inspected the room: there was a real, wood burning, stone fireplace in the center of the room. If I was right, it was designed to look like the medieval fireplaces that were commonly found in castles.

I moved my hand to push myself up, and discovered that I wasn't the only thing my necklace had brought along. The sword and mirror were also with me. Why? I hadn't the faintest idea. Maybe the necklace had taken them with me since they were in close proximity to me? If that was the case, then plenty of other things could have gone with me the other times I had traveled. Perhaps, it was because they came from the same place and possibly shared the same origin?
I could think of all of the endless possibilities, but that wasn't going to get me very far. I needed to find out where I was, and find Casimir before something weird happened. I didn't fancy getting attacked by the Green Cloaks anytime soon. Frankly, I didn't want to run into anyone dangerous or suspicious. All I wanted was to safely, quickly, and calmly locate Casimir and see if he really was a con man or not.
I grabbed the sword and mirror as I left the bed and headed for the door. I called it a door, but in reality, it was more like four regular sized doors, but put together as one door: a really giant door.