Lost Stars: Marjorie's Path Beyond the Shadows

On a bright night in the city of Elaris, the gentle light of the moon streamed through one of the wide-open windows of Ebonhurst Manor, the home of the Blythe family. The soft moonbeams illuminated a room, revealing a scene of love and familial warmth.

In the cozy room, a curious seven-year-old girl sat on a maroon bed, her eyes fixed on Rosalind, her mother, who was gently rocking her four-month-old baby brother in her lap.

The mothers loving gaze mirrored the tender embrace of the moonlight, creating a serene moment etched into the young girl’s memory.

Marjorie Lang Blythe, the black-haired child, was startled by the sound of her grandfather shouting for Regulus, her father’s name. Even the baby in Rosalind’s arms was surprised but did not wake up. Rosalind whispered for Marjorie to come to her, holding Marjorie with her left arm and resting her daughter’s head on her chest, gently stroking her head to calm her.

Marjorie clung tightly to her mother’s waist, her eyes shut tight, but when the door handle creaked, she opened her eyes again, seeing the door still closed. Soon, she could faintly hear two men arguing. Marjorie looked up at Rosalind in fear.

“Mother, is that father?” she whispered softly, and Rosalind only nodded.

As the argument outside the door grew louder, Marjorie clung tighter to her mother. The faint light from the hallway cast long shadows into the room, adding to the tension that filled the air. Her fathers voice, though muffled, was clear enough to convey his frustration and desperation.

“You don’t understand, Father!” Regulus yelled. “The consequences were unavoidable. The power we sought—it demanded a price.”

Her grandfather’s voice, stern and unyielding, responded with an edge of anger. “You have endangered our entire family, Regulus! The Blythe name will be forever tainted by your recklessness. Did you consider what would happen to your children? To your wife?”

Marjorie’s heart pounded in her chest as she listened, the words piercing through the walls like daggers. She felt Rosalind’s grip tighten around her, a silent reassurance amidst the chaos.

“Father, I did what I had to do,” Regulus replied, his tone softer but filled with a mixture of regret and determination.

There was a moment of heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Rosalind’s quiet shushing as she tried to calm Marjorie and the baby in her arms. Then her grandfather’s voice came again, this time lower but no less intense. “You were blinded by your ambition, Regulus. And now we all must pay the price!”

The argument seemed to come to an abrupt end as the door to the room cracked open, revealing Regulus, his expression weary and lined with guilt. He tried to put on a brave face as he approached his family, but the weight of the conversation with his father hung heavily in the air.

The man that dressed in neat black attire with slightly disheveled black hair. He seemed to smile as he faced his small family, who greeted him with fear. Regulus quickly closed the door behind him, sighing softly as he took steps toward the most important people in his life.

However, he felt a sudden relief seeing the faces that could calm him in such a dire situation.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Rosalind’s shoulder in concern, kissing her forehead for a long time while little Marjorie, not understanding the gravity of the situation, could only watch her parents and then turn to stroke her baby brother’s tiny fingers. Regulus pulled away. The couple’s eyes met, conveying an unspoken understanding between them.

Regulus took a deep breath.

“Sweetheart,” He called softly, his fingers brushing Rosalind’s face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.