Jill's P.O.V:
"I can't believe that thing still works." I look up and see father's reflection in the mirror he stands at the door, hands in his pockets. I don't really think I've ever seen him wear anything but a suit. He walks into my room taking a seat on my bed. "Your wings are more beautiful than I remember." He regards them thoughtfully. All I can think about doing right now is calling mother, being with her and having her stroke my hair as she tells me the truth about everything. I close the music box and hug it to my chest.
"Did your mother ever tell you the story about where she had gotten that from?" Father points to my music box.
"I thought it was for me, a Christening gift from my grandparents." I tell him.
"That's what your mother told you?" He furrows his eyebrows and I nod a yes. "She was always really good at telling her own truths."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I frown confusedly.
"That music box is from your grandparents, your mothers parents of course but it was for her not you." Father loosens his tie a bit. "We were together for about two years when her parents decided it was time to tell her that she was adopted, it was a week after her sixteen birthday and-"
"Wait what?" I gasp. "Mother never told us..." Of course she wouldn't have, she liked to appear strong and put together for us.
"All she could talk about after that was this music box she'd told me she had as a child...I remember helping her scour her entire house for it. Until she concluded it probably got lost when they moved from Scotland to Windsor, she was five. She cried for hours after that completely heartbroken over it. I promised her I would do my best to find it."
"And you did." I look down at the pink box in my hand.
"I did, I had planned to give it to her as an anniversary gift, I wanted to surprise her, little did I know she had a bigger surprise for me. Two months before our four year anniversary she'd told me she was pregnant with you and-" he paused gathering his thoughts. "We were only eighteen in our last year of high school, everybody said we were too young but I'd known since I laid eyes on her that she was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. What did it matter if it happened a few years earlier than I intended? So I gave her the music box on our anniversary and when she opened it I got down on one knee-"
"You put the ring in the music box?" I ask noticing father's eyes light up.
"Yes." He nods. "I was one of the most happiest days of my life." He gushes then almost instantly he clears his throat composing himself. My heart drops if they were so in love with each other why did it have to end the way it did?
"That's why she cries." I say out loud without meaning to.
"What?" Father furrows his eyebrows.
"Mother, I've seen her looking into the box and crying. I never knew why." I tell him playing with the thing in my hand.
"May I?" He gestures to the box and I hand it to him. I watch as he turns it over and takes it apart.
"What are you doing?" I get up reaching out for it as he pulls out a piece of paper from it.
"Here." Father hands it to me. I take it noticing it's a small photo rather than a piece of paper. A photo of a baby cradled in its mothers arms, the fathers hands are around the mothers waist but their heads are cut off. I flip the picture over and it reads:
Elena Vulcan the first.
Gifted Soul.
1980-01-16
Rome
There was and odd symbol below the writing. Elena Vulcan? Gifted soul?
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Fanfiction"Everyone has their fate and the more people try to avoid it, the more trouble they get into." W.Shakespeare. 17 year old Jill is dragged away, by her father from her current life of traveling and performing in ballets with her mother. When she m...
