Curiosity

Chapter 6

"Your mother was a lovely lady, she used to tell the funniest of stories and she had a wide imagination as well, she believed in the craziest of creatures, like falcors, dragons, even pixies!" Mrs. Gormely explains as I sit back onto the comfy couch. The kettle boils and I stand up to go and make the tea.

I ask to myself if I really want to know about my parents, I mean, after all this wondering about them my whole life, do I really what to ruin my knowledge of whatever the truth is about them? Then again, I have one quality that will not let this opportunity fall, Curiosity.

I pour the kettle into the two cups, one covered in a pretty green leafy border and the other with a picture of an green island divided into four parts stating 'Have Hope'. I smile whilst looking at the cup and then I realise I am to distracted with looking at the cup, I start pouring the boiling water all over the bench and onto my hand.

"Owwww" I yell in pain as I drop the cup which doesn't brighten my mood at all.

"Oh dear, are you okay?" asks Mrs. Gormely in fear.

"Yes, I'm fine, but the cup? It was so pretty"

"Don't worry dear, It's just a cup, let's get you a bandage for that nasty burn". As Mrs. Gormely gently wrap's the teal bandage around my injured hand, she breaks the silence and asks me "Why did you like it so much?"

I reply saying "I don't know, it just felt..."I am then cut off by my thoughts floating around my brain, thinking about why I did like it but I can't come up with an answer, I just... liked it.

"Hope, dear, are you with me?"

"Oh sorry, yes" I reply coming back to the conversation.

"lets just clean up the pieces, I have something to show you" explains Mrs. Gormely. I grab a small broom and plastic bag and sweep up the 'once lovely cup' into the bag. Mrs. Gormely then gestures me towards a door I am not quite familiar with but I trust her, so I follow and I realise I am still carrying the bag, I turn back towards the bench to place the plastic bag into the bin but Mrs. Gormely takes my arm gently and continues to guide me closer to the door.

Mrs. Gormely removes her hand from my arm and pushes open the door. As we walk along the dark hallway, we reach what I assume is our destination. She sits me down on a bench type of old water fountain. I look around the room and see nothing but dust and darkness. I look to Mrs. Gormely waiting for an explanation but I don't get one, so I ask.

"Mrs. Gormely, I hope you don't mind me asking. But where are we?" I ask

"Just watch this" she replies softly

I watch her as she takes the plastic bag with the contents of the broken cup, then picks up a green plastic bowl from the ground. She empties the contents of the bag into the bowl and places it gently into the shallow water of the fountain.

"Hope, there is something you need to know about your parents" said Mrs. Gormely

"What is it?" I ask desperately needing to know the information of what Mrs. Gormely has to say. Mrs. Gormely takes a deep breath and opens her mouth as if she is about to tell me a story, and I am so ready to find out about my parents.

"Your parents, their theory's about these, these magical creatures, well they weren't just theory's. Your father, Derek, was in trouble with a company called 'M-T.I.C'. M-TIC stands for 'Malida tribe information company' and they wanted information about special tribes from a different land.

Both Derek and Clara, your mother, went back and fourth to this island digging for more information about these tribes, pretending to be on their side but TIC was too demanding. There leader, known as the collector, wanted to know where this land was, but Derek said no. The collector set out his company to find your parents and that's when they realised that they had no choice but to leave and runaway from the collector. "

I sit in shock looking at the ground. I don't know what to think. I trust Mrs. Gormely but then again, what she has just told me is absolutely insane. Then again, why would Mrs. Gormely make something like this up? It has to be true.

Mrs. Gormely puts her hand into the fountain and takes out the green bowl. To my (very unexpected) surprise, in the bowl, is no longer broken pieces of a cup, the cup is repaired.

"What? How? How is that even possible? How did that water repair the cup?" I ask

"Hope, that doesn't matter..." but she is cut off by me saying.

"Ahhhh, sorry mrs Gormely, but kinda does."

"Okay, this is water from the land that I was talking about, the one your parents have been to, the natives call it, 'ilma fejqan' which means 'healing water'.

Mrs. Gormely picks up the cup from the bowl and places it in my hand.

"See this island, this is the land that your parents studied, 'Malida' it's called. Hope, you need to go there." Mrs. Gormely announces.

"um, why?" I ask

"Just go there, you'll know why when you get there."

In this moment I have so many questions like why am I supposed to go to this special island? When do I go? How do I find it? What do I do there? but instead of asking these questions, I say...

"Okay" I don't know why but something tells me that I don't need the answers to these questions to fulfil what Mrs. Gormely has asked me to do, as crazy as this whole story sounds, the cup repairing in the 'ilya feign', the 'itma fequn' the... special water, pretty much proves this whole thing,

Somehow,

I believe it.