Wintersmoon

Chapter 10- The Façade is Arising

Previously
I was about to stand up from the floor, when a figure detached itself from my body and stood in front of me. He stood tall, but smaller than Reys. A simple golden circlet day on his thick head of jet black hair. The man turned around, as if feeling something was behind him then looked directly at me. Although, he looked straight through me as if I wasn't there, shook his head in disbelief and turned back around.
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    He couldn't see me! So I was in a metal weaponry room, a man had just detached himself from my body and he couldn't even see me? What was happening to me?
    He placed his large calloused hands on a metal panel on the one space on the left wall and it slid behind the others. A gaping hole in the wall beckoned him towards it and the man stepped through. Swinging my legs off the bed carefully, I followed him into the passages outside, lit with dying torches hanging on the wall brackets.
    I recognised this place... I'd been to the dungeons before when we had to collected Kalis, Shæyn's biological brother who lives with us in the foster home, from the bar fight he got into.
I remembered my family. I just wanted to get back to them. Get away from wherever I was and whatever place I was in. Little Jema, my nine-year old raven haired girl with her stormy grey eyes, and Sarra, already tall at age eleven; five foot four and catching me up quickly. She had light blonde hair and light blue eyes. If she didn't have tanned skin she could have passed as an albino. Then there were Kalis and Shæyn, they were older than me and by-god did they tell me about it. If I was right or standing up to them, they'd come up to me and tower over me with over six feet hunks of boys. Both were attractive if I weren't almost related to them. They were the opposite of eachother; Kalis was a quiet boy- except when influenced by alcohol- and had the darkest brown eyes that I'd ever seen. They were as if you could see into the pit of his soul and Shæyn was the loudest and outspoken person ever created.
    As soon as I started to think about them and my life, no longer centring on the weirdness before me it started to fade. The room peeled away like wallpaper, little ripped strips fell away to reveal the grey and white walls that now felt welcoming and homely compared to the metal confines of the weaponry room.
    As quickly as it had happened before, I was back home. Blinking at the surroundings and trying to clear my head of the previous oddness. I released the sheets I hadn't realised I'd been grabbing at so tightly my pale hands had gone numb and tinged pink.
    After taking in my homely surroundings I noticed an addition to the paintings and furniture. Seated on the white chaise lounge sofa directly below the window sill was the King of Everlit; Mr. High-And-Mighty, himself; was accompanied by Reys, Katilla -the Royal princess- and Queen Katïste. Although Salous, the King's mistress, was nowhere to be found. All with stern expressions resting on their perfect faces, except for Reys who stood there like a concerned child with a worried look upon his chiselled god-like face. He reminded me of Shæyn, for some reason, when he realised that Mother had stayed true to her word and wasn't cooking him food for a week, due to his behaviour at work and the complaints we received from the neighbours about the secret party's he'd been having when Mother had to visit another town, and he had to make it himself.
    The King smiled, it not reaching his eyes. Through the façade I could clearly see his cold eyes burning with hatred for me.
    "I see you've received your first ancestral memory." He stated.