Astrid's new world

Chapter3:more questions

8 hours, 8 hours I have been in here locked up searching through every book trying to find a Tribal sun crest that matches what was on the bracelet.
"C'mon!! This is the 10th book and still nothing. Nothing but journals and agreements!"
I yelled in frustration. I  put the old journal back in the box and grabbed a new one.
" Okay." I whispered and I opened the book up again. Most of these journals about journeys to new lands were boring and old. But this new one, a new man had amazing journeys and just by the way he told them it made me smile. This man didn't initial anything except for the a gold plate that the front of the journal that said R and the other letter was scratched out.
" I have one thing gold, my journeys can't give me love. A lovely women walked into my sight and I couldn't help It to Fall In love with her. The silky blonde hair that flowed with her every move and lovely brown eyes that were exploding with care and love. I had to talk to her and who knew she was just simply...
Perfect." I whispered the story.
" week 308.
The wedding of the beautiful Ingrid and me, it had arrived and we were both ready. To start are lives I think I'm ready to go home and start my life, settle down and stop with the adventures and maybe I could have an adventure with my children one day." He had such an amazing life and  I loved Ingrid so much,"
later on he met his father who was ill and was about to die. He told his father about Ingrid and that he was going to be a grandfather
His mother and father were both dead and they had a baby girl she was named Addison. His daughter left a long time ago. At the age of 6 she left and and at her 10th birthday they gave up on her. And when she was 15, she returned to saying she has been everything like the hooligan tribe.
"That's us !!! " I yelled and woke up stormfly who was sleeping peacefully in the corner.
" Sorry.." I whispered and she gave me a glare and returned to her nap.
" Maybe if I find Addison I will get some answers and maybe she will know me." I whispered.
There was picture on the next page of his wife and daughter. Ingrid truly did have really blonde hair and her daughter looked angry and sad with poorly taken care brown hair. I smiled at Ingrids expression and put the book in my keep sake pile for the books." The question is who is this Addison and when was she here... Your probably wondering why don't I ask my uncle well his mind is as blank as mine. He wishes he could remember me before we met here. But really he didn't even recognize me till my name was said.