"As the noble blood runs through your veins you have magic in your system,"
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For a very long time Dianna tried to hide her secret. No matter the cost she refused to talk about it, to think about it even t...
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"Tempus fugit."
I wasn't born normal. I wasn't born like anyone else. So, I had to pretend to be normal. Even if I was not.
I woke up in my bed. In my house, my street and my city, just like every other day.
The heated air coming through an open window cooled my skin carrying smells from the city. A bakery near us just baked cinnamon rolls. A heavy-scented smell made my stomach craw. Little hint of salt in the air reminded me once again about ships sailing near our town, and others waiting in the port for their cargo to be loaded. Carbon. One of the best materials in the country. With that its no wonder our town was called Ikhabhoni.
My ears caught a strong yelling followed with a few curses which made me jump from my bed and shut a window with a loud bang.
Sailors and workers rushed on their jobs so they can enjoy in the free Sunday. It didn't happen very often that Prince would come in visits. Shaking my head, I got dressed rushing to eat. A cinnamon in the air didn't leave my nostrils.
I heard my mom's voice followed with dads from a lower place, and instantly all joy left my body.
That is one more thing that got usual in those weeks. Fighting. And it would be just another dumb thing after another. Last week that was because of dust. Apparently living room wasn't clean enough.
Now they were arguing about cheese. Cheese. The dumbest thing on earth.
"Good morning." I said walking in a small kitchen. The white cabinets were already gray from all years of use. They had been here for 30 years. When my grandma was a girl. Now she is in the black ground for three years.
Our whole house was in old antiquities. Father appreciated all old things. I thought that reminded him on his childhood, when everything was better. Or at least he would say that way. On the other hand, my Mother appreciated every opportunity to change something.
My mother liked to work, create especially. When you are a tailor in the small town focused only on carbon, we couldn't stop imagining what it would be to live somewhere else. Near the Ignur perhaps. Near the castle where every other evening you would have a party, tailors were paid well. People took care of their cloth, but we, not so much.
They didn't answer me. Without an even a glance my father exited our house leaving the unpleasant silence for a couple minutes.
He disappeared through the back door with his white coat on. Yes. He was a doctor. And he healed all those who got caught in the mines and that was too often. Every day one of the Nobles wanted to increase their influence, and that reflected on us.
You shouldn't be a genius to know that cheese on the middle of a table will be with us thill the end. I hated it. Mother too.
"Mom, are we going to the market today?" I asked once she turned with a smile on her face. I knew that one. That was one when she thought she will break; but she didn't.
