The Lost Queen

Chapter Twenty-Seven

T O   C L E A R   U P . . .

Daya was kidnapped when she was three years old. I know I said she was six months at first, but the times didn't add up so in the previous chapters I changed it to three years old.

Daya is one year older than her brother Thomas who is seventeen, along with his mate Bella.

Kaden is two years older than Chole. He is twenty years old and Chole is eighteen.

Emma is also eighteen and Destiny is nineteen.

James is twenty, Liam is nineteen and Noah is twenty-one.

All characters are between the ages seventeen to twenty-one, if you were confused.

Enjoy the chapter❤

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Daya's P.O.V.

I'm standing in the middle of no where. It's dark and all around me is tall trees. The wind is blowing through the air and I can feel and that something is wrong.

I can hear faint yells and cries coming from the path in front of me. Being the idiot I am, I follow it. The leaves are crunching under my bare feet and I'm coming closer and closer to the noise.

Once I reach the source of the sounds I pause and take in the scene. I'm now standing in front of a huge castle. People are running around screaming out orders and I can hear painful cries.

It seems like I'm in a movie. Like no one can see or hear me, they are just all running past and through me. I walk deeper into the scene and to the steps of the castle.

There is a women and a man kneeling on the steps. The man is holding the sobbing women in his arms rocking her back and foward, I can see tears streaming down the man's eyes. I can almost feel their pain.

I hear the women spitting out words through her sobbs and I strained my ears to decipher what she is saying.

'My baby, Allison.'

I gasped at hearing my birth name. The pain in their eyes is heart breaking. They are talking about me.

I think I'm witnessing my own abduction.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I watched my parents mourn over me. No one has ever cared about me or cried for me. Ever.

I watched them for a moment, studying their features and how similar they are to mine. Then a question poped up in my head.

Where is Thomas?

Thomas is only a year younger than me, so he should be two years old right now. Where is he?

Before I walked past my grieving parents and up the steps towards the castle doors I heard my mother mutter Thomas name as well as mine.

Thomas was taken too?

I pushed the doors open and my eyes widened in awe. Besides broken objects and frantic people running around. I could feel this pull towards the door at the back of the stairs that leads to the outside. I jogged towards the door, pulling it open and feeling the cold wind rush upon my face.