Come explore a world of myst through a journey following two lives . Their fates seem so far apart even when destiny has a way of eclipsing things.
#Magic, mystery, thriller, action.
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The day before was destined to be special. Perhaps because of how unspecial every other day was. Things were always more complex in retrospect, which was another ailment of time.
Vi, who was called less frequently by her full name, Violet, and never by a surname she didn't know, left Mister Owen's Book Shop five minutes prior to her arrest. Her fingers drummed the weathered spine of a book while she stared absentmindedly at the broken cobble road.
The book ought to be wrapped, as all birthday gifts should be, only she couldn't afford the wrapping and truthfully she shouldn't have had the book either. Not only was it more expensive than anything she'd ever owned, but it was already a crime for her to be touching it at all. Her lips twisted sourly at that.
When she was younger her birthdays were the best days of the year. Not because she would have grand gatherings or eat towering cakes, though her mother would prepare her a tasty breakfast of puff tarts and sausage. No, her birth didn't afford her any of those luxuries. Her birthdays were memorable because her mother made them so.
Once a year she would come home from work with a new book for them to explore. It was her favorite tradition, even if they could never agree on the endings. She always thought them too sappy, her mother too unrealistic. She could only afford to bring home one a year, but that one book would become a treasure to Vi for moons on end. She still remembered the Vataanan Almanac her mother had brought, mistaking it for a princess story, when in truth it held a running memory of every Grandduchess that sat Bluemoone castle since the year of the Reunification.
She remembered her mother's laugh when she dressed herself in old rags, pretending to be Lady Corinna Roseworth. She'd made a beautiful Grandduchess, her mother had said. She never failed to fuel Vi's imagination. No matter the absurdity. It was that laughter that echoed in her mind whenever she grasped at the fleeting memories.
"Violet, have you gone mad!" A gravelly voice snapped her back to the present. "I told you to stay out of the village this entire week."
"I'm a free woman," she retorted, wrinkling her nose at the extra syllables that came with her full name. "Plus, I had to pick up his gift."
Miss Triyanka scowled at her. Vi didn't know how old the woman was and she had no idea how she'd come to be a seamstress in Grimwater village, but what she did know was that Miss Triyanka was an independent woman who relied on nobody but her own two hands and legs. And that was enough to make her admirable in Vi's eyes.
"You," she grumbled, looking up and down the street, "are hard of mind!" She was being dragged into the nearby shop seconds later.
"Miss Triyanka, I must get back to the orphanage, I don't have the tim-"
"Nonsense!"
She huffed, stifling her frustration. She wanted to shout, but she choked on the words. How could she dare yell at the only woman to ever help her..
