Aurelia ~ The Order Of Fates

CHAPTER 2

ELORA

The sound of his viola is heavenly mesmerizing. Its soft yet strong, I can't explain how well Catherine's piano is complimenting it. It's like they're both speaking, a language not known to man. The sound is holy, filling every possible void in me. "IT'S PERFECT", I say as I jump out of my chair. They don't stop playing and I can't help but smile and dance along to their tunes, moving every limb in sync with their melodies. I can hear soft giggles but it's all blending with this beautiful harmony and for this moment to last forever there's nothing I wouldnt do; just the three of us and this music.

After what felt like an hour, the music stops and I see Julian straightening up with his eyes even brighter than the sun itself. "I can't begin to believe that I will be playing for the princess, no the queen tomorrow." he says with enchantment in his voice.

"I know it's unbelievable. I cannot imagine how your father will react on that." Catherine adds. His father has never supported him playing these instruments but it's reasonable, I guess. Julian studied business and his father wanted him to apply for what he calls a real job. "Same but I still hope he appreciates this massive opportunity you have received and apart from that I can't find a reason he would dislike this masterpiece you people have created" I admit.

"Leave it, anyway. I'm pretty sure he is not interested in listening to all this but your dance was quite amusing, Elora. I must admit." he says and I could see him trying to divert the topic. Fair enough, I think. "And so was your song." I repeat.

Once we head out of the studio, I see the afternoon sun settling and a blazing orange fire set on the clouds overhead. "Beautiful." I hear myself say, followed by an "Indeed." from Catherine. Julian had left for his place and we were heading to ours. On our way back home, we didnt talk much; however, talks about home were often initiated by either of us.

As we walked back home in the quite fashion we followed, my mind went back to our 14th birthday when our parents had told me that I'm adopted. Ironically enough mine and Catherine's birthdays are on the same date which made us believe we were twins; however, that wasn't the best day of my life for obvious reasons but things got a little better with time and although I'm happy that they let me know the truth but a part of me still wishes I never knew because now instead of poetry and nature's beauty, my mind is all woven around my past. Now I wish to know who my real parents were and are they even alive? Maybe not. And what could've been their reason to give me up. That day, after I was told the truth, I barely spoke to them again regarding this and now even after a few months have passed, I have my mind revolving around questions that need to be answered in order for me to feel sane again. The only question I asked was how they found me and I didn't even get an honest answer to that, I believe.

We reach home and still I don't feel ready to talk to them about my past. After spending a few moments with them and dinner, I simply move back to my room where I'll hopefully find some peace which I don't, sadly. The wooden walls and polished furniture looked familiar but it still didn't ease me. It never does. I can't seem to find comfort in these feathery bedding either. Finally, Im giving up now, I'd rather face these undeniable emotions of mine. I pull out my chair from under my bench and try writing it all down. At least I can express myself without having to sound lost.

I wish to settle the forbidding fear of being abandoned, or worse, forgotten.

I hope the heaving clouds of my distress mantle out in rain,

And these teary eyes give me way, out of this dismay.

I yearn to keep me closed in my safe place, the one I call home, that's not far away.

"That's all I can find words for, right now." I sighed, still feeling distraught and confused.

"For what?" It was Catherine. We have shared this room as sisters ever since I remember.