The Queen

Memories

Dylan and I were running through the crowds, I was significantly younger and smaller then he was at that time. I wasn't entirely aware of what was going on around me, I only just understandood it had to do with my dad. Dylan and I approached my dad and the two boys started talking. I still didn't quite understand a lot of the words they were saying, but I could put together Dylan was upset. The next thing I knew my father kissed the top of my head, held my close for a couple seconds then did the hand gesture he thought me. As I was growing up my father taught me to hold up one finger, then four, then three. He said it was supposed to mean I Love You. I did the same gesture back at him as I watched him walk away. I was too young to realize what was happening but I some how knew that this interaction with him somehow was going to mean a lot one day.

Dylan brought me to the front of the crowd, him now holding me up on his hip since he was afraid to lose me in the crowd. He told me to look up and I saw dad standing on this platform thingy waving at the whole crowd. Dad made eye contact with me for a moment and then did the same with Dylan. All three of us broke into huge smiles.
My smile faltered when I couldn't see dad anymore cause he had slowly had these tiny metal bracelets put on him and he crawled into a box. I didn't like it one bit. I always like having dad in my sight. I saw the box he was in drop into the water below and I dug my face into the crook of Dylan's neck.

"It's okay Jessie, dad wouldn't do something if he wasn't positive he would be able to return to us" He said as he slowly rubbed my back.
I just nodded but refused to look up again. With the hand that wasn't holding me up, I saw Dylan counting on his watch. Dylan got to a really high number and i saw him start panicking. I heard everyone around me start whispering and a fre people in big red coats ran forward. Dylan, still keeping a tight hold on me ran forward as well. A man in a red jacket caught the both of us and held up back while Dylan was yelling for dad. They brought the big box back up to the surface and the next thing I know Dylan and I were whisked away to a place called an orphanage. Unfortunately Dylan and I were separated into different foster homes and eventually I started getting thrown from foster home to foster home until about a year later I got adopted. I didn't particularly like my adoptive parents much, they were very mean and they didn't really like me either.

It wasn't until a few years later I understood what had happened  that night because I had read an old newspaper I found under my adoptive parents bed explaining exactly what had happened that night. The newspaper talked about my brother and I as well, they called us "orphans" and "sad little beings"

I tried to convince my adoptive parents to let me track down my brother so I could have that one piece of blood family left but they denied me. And that's when I started learning Magic.