AMETHYST. | SKULL DE MORT. (CURRENTLY RE-WRITING)

Chapter 2: Circus

"People see what they wish to see,
And in most cases,
what they are told that they see."
-Erin Morgenstern
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Setting: Sicily, Italy
Time: Dawn
Date: Unidentified

Skull
I woke up to the sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping. Sitting up from my previous position, I stand up and walk to the door.

I opened the door and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walking down the seemingly unending hallway, I reached the stairs. Descending down the stairs, I arrived at the previously dusty waiting room, was clean and tidy.

I was slightly surprised, how did they get this  room clean so fast? I walked to the direction of the double doors of the dining room. The previously dusty and unidentifiable door was now clean with intricate designs on the frame.

The designs were different kinds of plants and flowers, which were delicately carved the the door. There were lilacs, orchids, roses, asters, roses, and tulips carved on the door, while the doorknob that was once dull was now shiny.

I softly grasped the doorknob and turned it. I quietly opened the door and went into the dining room, expecting the children to be asleep except for the cooks that was on duty today.

I was surprised that everyone was awake this early. The children were sitting down on the long dining table. They left a seat at each of the ends of the table where usually, the administrator was sat. The children's chatter slowly diminished as I went in the room.

I roamed my eyes as the dining room was elegantly designed. The fireplace was at the right of the table, which was vertically placed when you walk in the room. The frame of the fire place was white with hints of gold. There were religious paintings hung around the room, which is slight worn out because of the old varnish.

The table's feet was delicately carved with plants and flowers while some was on the table. The carpet under the table was slightly dirty but it was good enough to be presentable. The color of the carpet was a burgundy red while it's decoration is gold which was plants and flowers themed. The chairs was made with Australian Blackwood just like the table and doors while the cushion was a crimson red.

The floor was covered with Maple Wood planks which were pleasing to the eye. The left side of the room has a big window which it's frames were white. The curtain was a vermillion red with gold trimmings.

On the south of the room was the door to the kitchen. The carvings of the door was exactly like the dining room doors.

I gracefully walked to an empty seat which was in front of me. On the table, there were ceramic white plates which it's design was flora while it's color was an azure blue. The utensils were silver, just like I had expected.

Just as I had sat down, they greeted me simultaneously. I was slightly surprised, but I was able to quickly hide on my face.

"Good morning отец!" They shouted.

I smiled softly and said "Good morning too, дети."

"You guys can sit down now, дети." I softly said as they slowly sat down one by one. Of course, the chatter of the children was slowly coming back as I smiled softly when Bia was chatting with me.

Bia was the eldest of them all, merely at the age of 13. Of course, she was beautiful pre-teen. Her dirty blonde hair that faded into a golden yellow which reached her shoulders. Her doe ruby red eyes that holds unwavering determination and strength. A slightly pointy nose which sat at the center of her face with her red lips just right above her sharp jawline. Her stature was that of a female warrior. Slightly muscular but lithe at the same time. She was the one I mostly taught with fighting styles and exercising techniques, thus her figure. Her height was just about my throat.