World Of Silhouettes

Thirty-Seven

The hotel we eventually get to is huge. Grey hold open the door for me and I walk in awkwardly. 

"Thanks." He nods at me and motions for the others to hurry. A middle aged woman greets us at the desk. She wears black completely and I notice a small ring on her finger. Married? 

"Ah. Visitors! Good day." 

"Hello," I say warmly. It feels nice to be nice to another person for once. Just once at least. 

"Two bedrooms please." Grey says. She nods slowly. 

"Oh my. . ." She looks at our clothes. " Don't tell me that you people work for. . . our king. . .our leader!?" Grey nods slowly. 

"We just got promoted, in fact." He lies. Her face goes pale with either fear or joy. Maybe both.

"Im sorry!" She stand up and bows before us. My eyes widen. "Its just that. . . my husband works very hard for our king. He um. . ." She glances around nervously. Grey leans in closer. "Looks for the remaining magic users?"

She trembles slightly and nods. 

"Don't worry," He says smoothly, "We are as well. Im sure we work with him." 

"Oh, what an amazing coincidence!" She says. "Of course for your service, you'll be getting the best here at our hotel." 

"Thank you," Grey says, "But I'm sorry. . . I just remembered that something came up. Mrs. HIlack would like to see us on business matters." He tells the lady. Her eyes click in recognition of the name. 

"Oh? Funny. . . thought she was sick. . ." 

"She got much better yesterday," Grey assures her. How does he keep his cool like this? Im sweating buckets over here. 

"Oh. Then at least you'll wait to see my husband!" 

"Im sorry but she needs us on urgent business." 

"Im sure bu-" The door slams open. A man walks in with a small beard and a certain scent I know from anywhere. He has a scar on his arm. I let my surprised expression show and drop my jaw. My legs begin to shake so that my friends eyes set on me in confusion. 

"Scarlet?" Katie whispers in a confused way.  I don't know what to say. I shape my already open mouth to form words but nothing comes out. The man takes off the jacket he was wearing and walks. 

"Hello." He says gruffly. He extends his hand to Grey and shakes it. "Name is Winterton." 

The easy going smile he used to wear is still there. He continues to shake everyones hand and then finally turns to me. This man. He cant be. Is he my. . .

No.

Yes.

"Hell-" Either he sees I might just pull out a sword on him now, or the resemblance of his dead wife in my eyes. Those eyes. Its him. My Father.

"So you left me and Mom. . . for this?" I let the words seep into him and hope they stab him like knives. "You let her die. . . for this?" I wave my hand around the small room. I see a tear form in his eyes slowly. 

"You left me to live by starving. You killed her. You killed me. All for this. . ." I point to glass statues. "And her." I accusingly point at his wife. 

"Your alive?" Is all he manages to say to me. The anger I kept at bay sweeps over. 

"You mean you hoped I died!?" I yell. His wife jump and everyone stares at me, now interested in the conversation. I turn around. 

"If the circumstance were different, I might like to smash your head into the tip of a sword." I shake with the memory of her. My beautiful Mom.  "But I can't do that." I say slowly.