The Esmeraldas- Return Of Angerlus Mortis

Chapter 4

Everyone stared at Abigail, but not in an admiring way, it was more of an evil glare. Something told her she was well known to the kingdom, yet she had a feeling nobody liked the idea of her being back here. But why? Why was she so hated between the people of The Elder? Did she do something wrong possibly before she returned here?

A part of her could feel that familiar feeling of being home, even though she hadn't seen this place before or had no clue as to who these people were. All she knew, was that this was her home and that everything she's ever known is a lie. How is someone like her suppose to react to this? Were her parents actually real? Were her dreams in fact real too and not just images flashing through her mind? She was right all along, she wasn't crazy! This world did exist and she was an Esmeralda, whatever the heck that was.

"So, how about a tour?" He said.

An hour later, they were still touring the castle grounds and damn this place was huge. The boy- his name being Christopher he mentioned- would occasionally stop to tell her about the castle or the history behind it. Apparently, the world had been around longer than any other world. All she's ever known was a myth now, this world was her world and space wasn't space, gravity wasn't gravity, it was all a prop to the imagination and magic was something people would possess. Except, if you were born without powers you would be sent to Earth.

Remembering meant that your powers were strong and forgetting would make you weak. Apparently, you were born in the land of the Elder and anyone who would disobey the rules would be killed or sent to Earth to live a normal life where powers would not get the better of their mind.

Take magicians for instance, they were in fact magical, but never shared their secrets because they were never quite sure where their powers were coming from.

Many would let it overtake them and become an evil act of their ways. But the Elder believed in using their powers for good, not evil. Abigail knew now why she was experiencing the dreams she had every night, it was because she was remembering her past, which made her stronger. Only, she could not use her powers because she believed she didn't have any.

She asked why she was sent to Earth, but he only turned his eyes away and said his father would explain the rest after the ceremony.

Now, the ceremony had already begun, which was their way of welcoming Abigail. But her tour was still going and Christopher had a lot to explain. She was still so confused and it felt as though her brain was about to burst from all the information she was receiving. How was this world possible? All she's ever known is Earth and how people can't drive over water or have lights burst through their hands like it did in the movies.

Christopher was walking through the halls of the castle, there was candles on each side lighting the dark enclosed spaces of it. It looked old, but strangely clean and kept up with. Each door was wooden, some were locked while others were open. She noticed that the castle had rooms with names above the door, numbers and symbols in which she couldn't recognize yet.

Abigail wondered aimlessly beside him as he showed her each corner of the place. He turned one of the corners and came to a stop.

"Now, this room is your room" He said, smiling from ear to ear as he reached out for the handle. Abigail frowned hearing those words. Her room? Did that mean she would never go back home again? What about her parents and her friends, was this her home now?

"What do you mean, my room? What about my room back home?" He turned the handle of the door and entered the room, breathing in the fresh air of the water outside.

The view was beautiful, the river was flowing gently down the hills, hitting the rocks against the side. Not too far away was a forest, filled with some high buildings were men were stood facing towards the trees. It was almost as if they were on guard constantly, like they were protecting the people here from something.