ColdFire

CHAPTER 2: The Medallion

Like the stars in the sky at twilight, our dreams always leave us at daybreak but they never fades away – even after eternity.

 There was a distant ball of light as if it was a miniature sun standing in front of me waiting for me to get in it and burn to dust. As I open my eyes slowly, the light started absorbing the space. It was becoming larger and larger and…

“Ha!” I panted. I couldn’t control my breathe. It was all a dream but not the dream I was hoping to dream. I wished I just dreamed of Cinderella or Snow White – those fairytales my dad used to tell me to lull me to sleep when I was still a child – but it wasn’t. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a piece of brown mattress on a small spacious room. I looked around – with my head still aching – to see where I was. The ceiling was a bit low, and there was this little piano standing on the corner. I could not see the place clearly since my head still got lost in the stream of consciousness. In front of me, I saw a lady of about mid thirty’s standing. She was wearing a bright yellow dress ornamented with brown lace.

“Are thou all right, dear fellow?” she asked in a British accent while her lips twitch. She has these luminescent blue eyes that contrast her white complexion and red lips. I was going to ask who she was and what I was doing here, but as I open my mouth to say the first word, I noticed someone staring through the window. She was wearing the same hood the woman wore on my dream. Instead of asking her, I just pointed my finger to the window just behind her.

“What’s that?” she asked as she looks at the window. “There is nothing there” she said after she took a peep.

I glanced back to it to see if I was just daydreaming again. However, it was just empty just like the street last night. The street!

“Where is dad?” I shouted freakily. I was about to panic when she put her hands on my shoulder trying to calm me down.

“Last night…” she started as she sat down beside me. Maybe it was not a dream after all. If it was, how did she know about it? I don’t want to listen to this nonsense nightmare. I just want to go home. To my daddy. But I have to pay attention. I was out of myself last night. I need to know what happened. Who the woman was and what happened to my dad.

“Last night…” she repeated, “while I was walking, I found you lying on the sidewalk. No one tried to help you, so I did.”

No one tried to help me? How weird it was. “What about the people out there? Why didn’t they help me? I’m sure they saw me somehow”

“I don’t know. You’re inNew York, see? People have their own businesses. And my business is to take care of the children. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself clearly.”

She stood up and bowed her head, “My name isMaria Crescent. Owner of this orphanage”

So this is an orphanage. But where are the children? “I’m Trixie… Trixie Adamson” I spoke gently. I was not in the mood for some greeting or any; I just wanted to know where my dad is. After a long pause, I heard a distant sound of a violin playing. It was a nice melody. Full of passion yet full it was drowning in the river of sadness.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“What?” she asked me.

 “The violin… it’s playing.”

“Oh! It might be Tristan. He loves playing his violin. One more thing, I know where your dad is. I don’t know if he was truly your dad but he keeps on saying ‘save my daughter, please’ so I thought he was your dad.”

“Where is he?” I shouted as I jumped because of the joy I’m feeling. This was the sentence that I’ve been waiting to hear. My eyes widened with excitement. My heart leapt a thousand feet high that I could no longer reach it.