Cadestelle

As He Began.

" No." I replied. My Aunt looked taken aback at my answer, staring at me in shock as if I was an alien. 

" What did you say to me?" My Aunt snarled. 

" No. I am going to stay here until I recieve answers that you will not tell me." I said shortly. Never before had I stood up to my Aunt like that, I had always obeyed her commands. She looked at me in shock, not believing she had heard what she thought. I could still see MRs. Adams whispering urgently in her ear, trying to get her to listen.

She glared at me before straightening her posture and smoothing the shirt she was wearing, but all at once her eyes had taken over a glazed look, as if they weren't hers anymore. 

" Why don't you listen to your neice. Go back home and rest, we'll bring her home soon." Mrs. Adams said. Her voice was silky and smooth and filled up the whole room. The honey heavily drizzled on her words were compelling, and made me want to go home and rest like she ordered. 

" Yes... I suppose rest is very good." My Aunt murmured in a trance like state. She turned around and when we heard the satisfying close of a door we all sighed in relief. I was confused as to what just happened, but right now confusion seemed to be my main emotion. It was familiar to me, so my Aunt's sudden leave did not surprise me as much as it should have. I looked over at Mrs. Adams but her goddess like face remained flat. Shifting my gaze to Mr. Adams his face was dripping in disappointment. He glanced over at his wife and back to us before saying anything. 

" Alright Miss Hunt. I believe you have some questions that should be answered."

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We all had progressed into another room. It was dim, and peculiar items were scattered across the room. In the center of the rom was a small table with five wooden seats. The table and chairs were carefully crafted into beautiful designs. Pictures and images were depicted on it. With closer inspection I realized that each chair was different. The one I was seated on was chiseled to illustrate a battle scene between young warriors, men and women. Blood was shed and it looked like a horrible massacre. None of the fighters had weapons. What could they have been fighting with? I went closer to decipher the meaning, but Mr. Adams diverted my attention to himself.

" Welcome Nadia, to our humble mess of a room." Mr. Adams joked. A smile was playing on his face as he scooted closer into his chair. Rider and his mom were just as attentive, unsure as to how to approach what would happen next. Mr. Adams took a deep breath and bore into my eyes.  

" I don't know where to start." He chuckled. Rider suddenly looked nervous, but his mom kept a strong demeanor and watched tentavily. 

" I suppose we would have to start from the very beginning now wouldn't we," He muttered to himself, " I will answer your questions later, and by what I tell you, some may already be answered. But promise to bare with me." 

I nodded, nervous as to what to expect. In all honesty, I had no thought as to what I would be told. Nothing crazy, I reassured myself. The images I saw last night, were merely  a hallucination. The couple that I had seen eariler were most likely just the people that had lived in our house earlier. The world I knew was too stable to think otherwise. I came up with credible solutions for the ludicrous misfortunes from last night.

I had blacked out and imagined being struck by the white lightning. No that was too painful to be imagined. The scenes I saw of the couple were just a hallucination from blacking out. Why would you see the couple, you must have seen them for a reason. The static I felt when I touched Rider was just a traumatic shock from last night. Feelings of pain cannot be imagined that vividly. I sat like that for a good minute, chewing my lip as the two sides in my brain debated. 

" Nadia?" Rider asked. I looked up, being pulled from my train of thought. 

" Oh yeah sorry. Um you can begin." I said uncomfortably. I was still terrified as of what I would hear. 

Mr. Adams took a deep breath as he began.