Desire (On Hold)

Chapter 4

This chapter definitely isn't my best! But this was always going to be a really short chapter with not much happening, so I wanted to get it on quickly and get started on the next one. xo

Chapter Four

My fingers traced the few words on the first page.

Asteria Avalon Tudor, it read. What a beautiful and mystical name Asteria had. It suited her.

Tudor. I thought I had heard that name before, but couldn’t remember where. I must have come across it in one of the books Andorra had given Samara once.

For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to flip the page over. There was just something entrancing about Asteria’s elegant writing that kept me transfixed.

I heard a door slam open and in the doorway stood Asteria, her red hair flying and her eyes mad. She spotted me curled up in my bed with her diary opened in my lap and she tugged her fingers through her long hair.

“Elle,” she sighed unhappily. That confused me; what would she be mad about? She was the one who gave me her diary to read! “Give me the diary.” Asteria held her hand out. Her long fingers curled, gesturing for me to place the diary in them.

I hugged the diary close to me.

“No,” I answered, my voice wavering.

“I said, now!” Asteria snapped. Her face was twisted in a scary sort of way but I shut my eyes and ignored it.

“No,” I repeated. “Why do I need to give it to you when you gave it to me as a present?”

Asteria clenched her teeth together and her open hand shut quickly. The diary disappeared from my embrace.

“What did you do?” I cried. “Where did it go?”

“I could tell,” Asteria began slowly. “It was just a feeling, but I can tell you’re not ready to read it yet. You’re too young, I should have realised that earlier.”

I really didn’t understand what Asteria was getting at but she didn’t seem to want to say anything else on the subject.

“Give me the diary back,” I snarled in a last attempt to get it back. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I needed it. I couldn’t describe the feeling of longing not did I understand it. It was a diary for heavens sake, not like my one true love.

I began to stagger to my feet, but Asteria shook her head sadly.

“When you’re ready to read it, you will be able to,” Asteria said simply before simply disappearing.

I let out a scream of frustration and nobody seemed to rush to my aid as they usually did. Perhaps they were watching. Perhaps they all agreed my anger was an over reaction. But it wasn’t. I had an obsession; I had to know what was in the diary.