Off To The Seas We Go! [DISCONTINUED]

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Hello humans! How's your life going? Mine's trashy >:)

I'm sorry I abandoned you all for such a long time but I couldn't bring myself to write at all. Somehow this random boost of motivation surged out of the abyss of procrastination and made me complete this chapter.

This chapter does give Taurus and Libra something to grasp onto but I got lazy and broke it in half. So sorry!

Toodles, Enjoy the chapter! 

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Vena had desperately hoped that none of her kids would find out about her past. She and her mother had gone through hell trying to put it behind them. Allan already knew about her past. She loved him and So did he, it was the best thing to do. But here she was, going through it all again, explaining it to her children.

"My father was a historian, well known and respected. Everybody loved him for his knowledge, Back in the day, he was one of the most intelligent people in Mirac. My mother, your Gran Gran, was a lovely woman. She owned an Art Studio. " She started off.

Taurus and Libra listened attentively, not quite wrapping the fact that Vena was actually talking to them about herself around their heads.

"But he always felt something was missing. He researched day and night, trying to put the last the piece of the puzzle right back to its location,"

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(From Vena's perspective)

The Reynolds' household was one of a kind, a heaven for people obsessed with the past. It was no less than a museum. But on The other hand, it was a mayhem of vibrancy, a sanctuary for art.

But for the Reynolds, it was home.

At least for a while.

Little footsteps could be heard through the corridor, the soft approaching of a little girl. She held a page in her small hands, with seemingly figures sketched upon. Slowly she made her way to a door, a door she'd always thought of trespassing.

She held her hand to the knob, but hesitated to move it. After contemplating, she mustered enough courage to open it just a bit, enough for her to peak.

And there he was, her lovely father, looking dishevled from the lack of sleep. He sat on a desk, right leg trembling anxiously as he chewed a pencil, trying to make out something in this web he had built himself. The room was rather dimly lit, not in comfortable manner but rather in an uneasy way, with his desk crowded with inscriptions and manuscripts. His Conspiracy Board was all decked up with pictures, threads of various sorts. Paper cuttings and what not. He hadn't seemed to have noticed the little one's presence at all.

The little girl, though aching to enter, didn't trespass. She didn't even utter a single word as she silently looked at her father.

"Vena?" Her mother called out. Her father who was unaware of her presence, now looked at the entrance, staring at the little girl. She turned her head towards the voice innocently, "Mama?" Her mother slowly came into view as she hurriedly picked her up as she muttered under her breath, none of which the little girl could confer.

The woman gazed at the man as she announced bitterly, "Don't worry, I'm closing the door right now. Enjoy your self-isolation from your family." The man maintained his sharp stare as he slowly vanished behind the door.