* REMEMBER THAT EARTH DOESN'T EXIST NO MORE'
The weather related perfectly to my life right now. The dark clouds rolling around me matched my mood. The gloominess. The rain fell in rhythm. It mimicked those tears that I wanted to let fall. The cold represented me. The coldness walked around leaving a trail of chills in its path. I was that trail of chills. Hollow. With no feeling. It was like I was placed in front of a vacuum cleaner and all the feeling was sucked out of me. I could feel my heart beating but I still thought it was gone too. Too bad they didn’t take my lungs. Maybe stop my breathing for awhile. That would be nice.
I exhale before looking at the woman seated next to me. My mother. My Guardian from Birth. Her peaceful body lay there with her eyes closed. You wouldn’t have guessed looking at her that she was in her early to mid thirties. With her personal appearance you couldn’t even say she was twenty. It was like she never aged.
My mother looks a bit like me well she did before I changed; she had a clean, heart-shaped face with soft brown eyes, slim and not too tall. Her black hair was twisted up into a ponytail; she was tan skinned and had a welcoming smile. I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, I took in her plain jeans and t-shirt. She loved that t-shirt and wore it almost everywhere.
She hated flying that would feasibly be why she was sleeping or at least pretending to. She always said ‘The air is only for birds, humans can’t fly, I don’t know why people even try.’ Flying never made sense to my mother even though she was a teacher.
As the sadness swirled around inside my body, I reached my hand out to her shoulder. ‘Mum. Wake up. We’re landing.’ I gently shook her shoulder.
Her eyes slowly opened as if they were just getting used to sunlight. She rubbed them and looked at me squinty. I deadly whispered ‘We’re landing.’
She smiled from the relief of getting of this flight. She stretched allowing bones in her body to pop and crack. I turned and looked outside the clear glassed window. So close to the runway we were. The wheel was just about to touch the smooth surface. Meaning I was about to be home.
Usually people would be happy they are going home, but I’m not because I don’t know if I still belong where I was born.
Manticore.
A small linked continent, floating on the globe like every other. It sits on the east of the Geopolitical map of Danathvor. Small population, covered with nature; a place people would want to live. Everyone is Manticore was family. We were either all related or just friendly… as amazing as Manticore sounds… I don’t want to go home. I never wanted to leave Manticore but I did… and now I’m returning.
A tear trinkled its way down my face as I stared out of the airplanes window. From this moment onwards I knew I would hate life. In fact life would hate me. Manticore was taken away from me pulled away like a toy being taken away from a child. I closed my eyes slowly allowing another clear tear to fall. I took a deep breath and thought about Manticore.
-Authors Note:
Dear reader,
Please don’t skip past this note as it is very important for the rest of the story. What are you are about to read below is a flashback of Lillian Mayber’s last day in Manticore before she left –keep in mind that she is now on an aircraft thinking about Manticore and thinking if everything is going to be the same since she last left- The reason I put the flashback here is because Lillian can’t remember it meaning she doesn’t know anything about it. The next part you’re going to read is the flashback it just gives you THE READER a glimpse of what happened on her last day and it is in Lillian’s and Paul’s P.O.V. In the flashback Lillian is aged seven and Paul aged eight.
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