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

You cannot hide the truth forever

CHAPTER 33

Lynx

The moment we were on Emily's doorstep I started regretting my decision to come, what did shock me though, was that the moment she saw her granddaughter she hugged her instead of the list of reactions I had written down mentally; not faint or scream, but hug. The way she acted was definitely odd, and I had a feeling it was because she never thought her granddaughter was dead.

Emily: I just knew my Amber was a fighter, some food poisoning was not bringing her down I said to your mother, oh dear do you want sugar with that tea?

Amber: Yes please, have you told my parents I am here?

Emily: Oh goodness no, they would have a heart attack and send me to physiatric, after all, that is how normal people react to such a situation, she said as she stared directly at me

Amber: You know about all this, how do you...

Emily: Do not fret about the details, I have a few magic friends here and there that is all.

Lynx: Did you investigate after that incident Emily?

The smile she had worn beforehand turn into a frown directed toward me that was practically her trademark expression ever since we met, after taking another sip of her tea Emily said: "Yes Lynx, the ashes and rubble did not hide your atrocious nature from me; now if you excuse me I would like to talk with my granddaughter."

Amber: W-What are you guys talking about, do you know each other?

Emily: This girl here is not at all what you see, she happens to be the very cause that the Winchester orphanage burned down and I suffered the injuries that still scar me.

Whatever Amber was feeling was not something I could read, maybe anger or surprise; whatever it was I braced myself for it

Amber: So, Lynx is older and an arsonist, was she evil grandma?, why did you do it?

That was it, the question that was dreaded. I noticed that Emily was going to answer so I cut her off: "Amber does not make a judgment until you hear both sides, first you have to hear from me and then from Emily, that would be the most beneficial in order to make a good judgment".

Lynx: I was left at the Winchester orphanage at age 5 and a young girl with magical blood running through her veins was not going to be left unscathed in a place that was ruled by prejudice. The life I had was full of aggression and mockery that was directed toward me, I will not justify anything I do but such a life in an unhealthy environment can lead you to commit the things that you heard from your grandma.

Amber nodded and then looked at her grandma, waiting for her to wait for her story...

Emily: A atrocity that was what she was, a girl that had features that were alien and very odd, yes I can admit that what everyone did to Lynx was excessive, after all, it was never her fault, but Mrs. Winchester planted hatred towards the alien girl, and because we were young and naive we took it upon ourselves to make a life for the alien girl impossible. I can admit my guilt about that but what she did in the reaction was just completely wrong, because she suffered does not mean we had to go with her; hence everyone but myself perished in the fire, and I will never forgive.

I saw a small grin on Emily's face, she knew what she was doing, but as much as I wanted to prove her wrong I knew that she was right, I had to swallow the rage that made me want to make Emily stop grinning at me. But now I was better and whatever happened in the past was never going to be changed and I hoped that Emily would see that, that I was a changed woman.

Minutes felt like hours as Amber went back and forth between me and her grandma, the cinnamon tea felt like medicine in my churning stomach that was nervous alongside my whole mind,; all because of a single girl's thoughts about me, yes I was pathetic. In normal cirnscuntances, I would have cared less for what a simple girl thought of me, but this was no simple girl and as I was about to break the ice-cold silence Amber finally spoke:

"You are horrible and are dangerous, I would have said a few months ago, but then I think that sometimes everything is not in black and white. Yes, it was awful what you did in the orphanage, but that single event does not define who you are. I may have been in a slight fraction of the journey but with what little time we have had together I can tell just how much you work on yourself constantly, and I am sure that you are a completely different person."

The following rest of the day was not as bad, although there was a slightly tense atmosphere, I could tell that not all was lost and abandoned.