Scent Of Forgiveness

Nowhere to go

*the pictures above are how Xyler and his brother are supposed to look.*

Their eyes are next to their pictures. This is the closest I could get to how they look so sorry if it's not exactly the same.The last thing to say is that Glen's(Xyler's brother) hair is black not ginger but as I mention you guys will have to use your imagination a little.😅

*the day before the meeting with the attorney*

"Zairah you shall stay here!"
Said my mother furious about the fact that I actually intented to meet the attorney to inherit from my grandparents.
"Why should I?? Grandmother and grandfather want me to inherit them it's their wish why do you want to prevent me from doing so?"
"If that's how you shall behave then you shall be locked up in the basement! Danver take her there and make sure to open the door just to give her food!"
"Yes ma'am as per your wishes."
"What??? You can't do such a thing!"
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In the basement...

I was looking out the only window thinking of a way to escape this confined place. At first similar to every human beings I automatically thought about going out through the window but to my despair the window was far too small for a 16 years old girl to pass through. I looked around trying to find a way to escape.
This mansion was a rather old one thus I thought that maybe I could find secret passages from which slaves served their masters without being as I had read so in a book at school. The house was my father's property but since he was on a business trip the orders were made respected by my mother. I looked around but in vain there were probably no secret passages in this basement. I was pretty much bored at this point so I decided to explore the room speciallly the closet which intrigued me since a was five.

***********FLASHBACK**********

5 year old Zirah playing in the basement

"Mama what's in that closet??? I dreamed of it last night an old lady told me that I needed to accomplish a mission for her but never did tell me what the mission was about."
"There is nothing in that closet." Said her mother with her eyebrows furrowed.
"My little angel just had a bad dream. Be at ease you shall never be here again. I'll protect you." She said patting her daughter's head before accompanying her to her room.
"But mama it was not a bad dream.." by the time Zirah said those words she was already long gone.
She could not hear her panicked mother talking to her grandmother.
"Mother she dream about it. I do not know what I shall do. I hid it in the secret room but I think she's being drawn to it."
******END OF FLASHBACK******

I directed myself toward the closet, I moved it only to receive a sight of the obscurity. Taking deep breaths I tried to find a switch but none were there. I looked around trying to find a torch but instead found a box of matches half full.
I lit it up making my way through the room. To my luck there was an old candle holder a few steps from the door. I grabbed it and lit it up.