Red And Black [AU] - ON HIATUS

Alone

Camylla could feel the relaxation slowly fade away as she sat down by her study table, knowing that she had to go back to what she had tried so hard to run away from; work. Pushing aside the yearning for some much-needed rest, she decided to look for the answer to the looming question that she had in her head; the explanation to the odd clue that she'd managed to catch a glimpse of.

An oak tree

What could I possibly get from that?

She paused, bringing her current train of thoughts to a jarring halt. That was her old self talking. The new her resurrected five years ago and knows only one or two things for sure; even the smallest changes, clues and problems mattered in the long run.

Camylla's POV

But still, it was just an oak tree, it would probably take another four or five years before I could actually even begin to understand it. There are millions of possibilities for what I'm looking for.

Okay, kids love oak trees, right? They were big and had little acorns they could collect or play around with.

I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this

Wait a second, can oak trees survive through the winter? I thought that for some unexplained reason that this simple fact could change everything, although I ended up feeling slightly discouraged when I realized that I didn't even  have the answer to a simple fact.

I need a book. Or better yet, a miracle.

Third person POV

Camylla made her way to the book case, she could've used the internet but she wanted to be sure. There were just too many disagreements on any matter and she didn't need that right now.

Her eyes fell back and forth searching for what she needed, running along her illuminated bookcase one line at a time. Finally she saw it; How To See The Unseen by Adrien Agreste. Her lips morphed into a smile at her brother's name, Adrien had always loved writing; after being stuck in the house for so long you'd wonder what he'd do with all that free time. And since psychology was his sister's major and field of work, he'd busied himself with reading a few theories and articles on various matters relating to the subject; eventually voicing out his own contemplations in forms of ink and paper.

The blonde reached out for the book, but stopped when something caught her eye. Right next to the book she was looking for, stood a journal; but not just any journal, her journal. She didn't remember writing in it, it was probably the one she had as a teenager; the one that Adrien had challenged her to write in since she wasn't such a linguist and he wanted to showcase the fact that he was, a lighthearted suggestion that had earned him a strike to his right arm from her. Though, it didn't really matter either if she had a knack for writing or not, because she just ended up using the journal as a medium for her to endlessly rant and complain about the school education system.

She'd pulled the book half-way through now but decided to grab the journal instead. It was small, making it easier for her to carry it around. The cover had been crafted with genuine leather and had the initials A. in the center, A as in Agreste; Gabriel Agreste. Without even noticing it, she began to drift off to her past; beginning to remember bit by bit about the mysterious book she had in her hands.

She had been transported back into The Agreste Mansion, but a dissimilar version of it from a completely different timeline; the one before the disappearance of her mother. Tear started to cascade from her sky blue eyes at the thought of her mother, many people had disappeared from her life and yet none of them resurfaced over the years. A single tear fell. She still had no idea where her mother was.