In The End

Chapter One- Rowan

"How could such a big part of the country's history be gone? Completely erased? To the point where some people don't even believe that they are real," I couldn't believe it, no books about the water wielders were in the library, all had been burned in the fire that had happened a few years ago.

I remembered the fire, it had been the talk of the town for a month. It had started and ended in the history section, localized, and almost perfectly placed causing only certain books to be burnt to a crisp.

"Why does it matter? You know the part of the history that mattered, you are taught history at the school, right?"

My eyes went from the ceiling to my dad's face as quickly as they could, causing my vision to go blurry for a few seconds. I just blinked at him.

"What? How did you even hear about them anyway?"

Shaking my head at him I sighed, "You hear enough quiet comments about some people's families and you get curious. And yes they teach history at school, but not the important stuff."

"If it's not important enough to be taught, it's not important enough to worry about. That's what your mother said"

"Oh yes, let us take advice from the woman who left in the middle of the night seven years ago," I regretted what I said as soon as it left my mouth, looking at my dad's crestfallen face I felt terrible "I'm sorry dad, it just slipped out"

"No, no, it's okay. You're right, I just cannot believe it has been seven years"

I nodded, not trusting my voice to crack during my next few words. Seven years since my mom had left, we had gone to bed one happy family. When my dad and I woke up, she was gone, along with all her stuff. All she had left was a note saying 'I just need time to myself, I do not trust myself to keep you guys safe, all my love' complete bullshit if you ask me. Who leaves their ten-year-old daughter, and loving husband because they need time. If you need time: stay in your room, go for a walk, but not leave for seven years. My dad never fully got over my mother leaving, still waiting for the day she walked through the door.

I stood, going over to my dad and giving him a brief hug before going out the door. The library was a good mile from our house, not even a twenty-minute walk. I needed to find something, anything that mentioned the whole group of people that suddenly vanished. I kicked up dust as I walked, angry at my mother for the way she treated us. Seven years and I hadn't learned how to forgive her.

"Back again?" I jumped, all thoughts in my brain scattering as I looked at the librarian, "Yes, just looking at the history section."

She nodded, looking skeptically at me, not fully believing that that was all I was doing. I had been coming every day for the past few months. Reading and rereading the books in the library looking for just a word or two that gave me a bit of information. All the history books blurred together, having read them multiple times each, cover to cover. I grab the thickest one, supposedly holding the entire history of the country, yet centuries were missing. Hundreds of blank pages between Classical (whatever the kingdom is called) and (whatever the king's father's name is) periods. Opening the book to the end of the classical period I started reading. A war, a time of peace, revolution, and of course the monarchy. Since the country was started there has been a monarchy, passed down through the oldest child.

"Here you go dear" The librarian, Riveara, set down a glass of water, confused I replied "I'm not thirsty"

She looked down at the book, "I never said you were" What does that even mean, she must be going crazy in here, "well, thank you ma'am" She walked away as quickly as she had come up to the table.