Mikah

CHAPTER FIVE

"Thank you, Angus, for our tour of Dublin the other day. I'm not going to lie, I truly did enjoy it. It's beautiful here, whether I'm proud or not to admit it. Most people think that such young ladies as I should like where I am from, Bristol, in England... but I suppose you could say I do not."

I nodded, smiling,

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Phoebe. As did I."

She beamed brighter, this time, I was excited as it were simply because she was excited.

"So... tell me more about Bristol, if you don't mind. I'm quite intrigued."

"Well," She started, "It's quite different from here. Nora and me used to live with our aunt and uncle back in Bristol. But that wasn't a good fit either. You see... England is another planet, practically. I'm glad to be somewhere different, even if my accent is a constant reminder of where I am from."

Nora peered her blue eyes into mine, and I noticed how they sparkled in the sunlight.

"Phoebe! You mustn't have forgotten living with Philip for quite some time."

Phoebe nudged her little sister, as she let out a;

"What's the matter, Phoebe? I thought we trusted Angus. We can't just possibly not tell him about Philip."

I watched as she shook her head, and then whispered something I couldn't comprehend into Nora's ear.

"It's alright if she doesn't want to tell me about whoever this lad, Philip, is. I don't mind." I say to Nora.

She nodded,

"I know, I just thought that you were trusting and deserved to know..."

I smiled a comforting smile,

"It's alright, really."

Phoebe stood up from sitting in the chair, and pushed in the chair.

"I'm going to go get dressed, I don't think I like this outfit much."

Nodding, Nora and I waved goodbye as she disappeared up the stairs somewhere.

Nora looked at me, and whispered,

"He left us."

"What?" I asked, confused.

She turned back towards the staircase to make sure that Phoebe was gone, and then turned back towards me,

"You know... Philip.... Philip Hadleigh."

I looked at Nora, my face drooping,

"You just promised. Your sister you wouldn't mention him. What are you talking of?"

She shook her head,

"Phoebe doesn't open up easily, but I trust you because you are a trusting lad. Philip Hadleigh, Phoebe's ex lover... we stayed with him for a while in Bristol, but that was before he... he... left us."

***

Vivid memories took over the thoughts inside my brain, and I swear, I could see them quite clearly.

Rag dolls sitting on a fancy dresser, each one of them staring into my eyes creepily. A great large book filled of what seemed like fairytales in a different language. Then, my eyes peered at a medieval tower, and saw a man pulling up a red and blue and white stripped flag up in the tower. Suddenly, shots fired!

Numerous bullets shot into the flag, one of them getting backfire and hitting the man up in the tower.

"I shall keep you safe, young boy," An old man croaked, over and over again.

He had a bald head with dimpled cheeks, but before I knew it, he disappeared from my eyes as well.

Once I looked up, I realized I was in a dark room filled with nothing but a glowing light from the front of the room.

Rows of seats began to appear beside me on each side, and I walked down the isle, and it appeared almost as though I was in a church.

At the end of the isle lay a sharp and shiny iron sword, as well as a shiny crown.

Picking it up in my hands, I felt it all in my fingertips. It was cold, and appeared to be dusty, as if neither of them were used in years.

"I shall keep you safe," The old man began to croak from somewhere once more.

Slowly, his voice began to fade out as the sword and crown disintegrated before my eyes, cupped inside my hands.

I gasped, and began to try to save the items, but it was far too late to do such a thing.

They disappeared from my hands, as I began to weep uncontrollably.

"Nooo!" I screamed.

Suddenly I heard something,

"Angus!" Someone yelled.

I snapped out of my daze, as I noticed Phoebe before me, holding my hand in hers and rocking me slowly.

"What's the matter... what happened to you... Angus?" She questioned.

"Honestly," I breathed, "I have no idea."

She looked at me, with a worried expression still planted all over her pretty little face.

"You started breathing really heavily... and then you started shaking rapidly. It wasn't all that grand, are you sure you're alright?"

I shook my head,

"No... I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I'm just remembering a past in which I do not know, but that's alright."

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "A past life! Tell me, was there a castle and a royal flag and little towers where men go up to roll up the flag?" Phoebe questioned, smiling with complete fascination all over her face.

"Actually," I reply, "Yes."