Dear Diary,
Autumn and Day went to the palace today to meet Vegart. I am so confused now, should I tell them who Vegart truly is.
But they are only kids. I doubt if they'll understand. Autumn, I think, has come to know about the powers she and her
sister possess. They are miracle children, their father and I have to tell them sooner or later. When shall the time come.
Master has called us to London. Andrew and I will leave next week. Hopefully we get to see our darlings again after the
meet with master. We have broken a law, yes, but I hope that he understands. The girls don't fit in with them, he says. But
I know that they will. Afterall, they are our kind. Just with a hint of cleaner blood, humani sanguinis... Day dreamt about something today, we acted to ignore her words, but the powers are showing up. I know that perhaps,whatever she utters, will come true. I am afraid that we are destroyed before we can tell our girls who we really are. I have written a letter, which I have hidden, for the girls. If the ceremony happens, it will be given to the girls by Gage, their godfather. I will have to go now to the girls and Arthur. Till next time.
Your Perla Mary.
Day slammed the diary shut. It was the last entry by the mother. She had never seen her diary before until now. Just now, was she going through the library sector of the house and came across this very peculiar looking diary. Black and gold engraving, same design as her pendent, which both Autumn and she have. She wondered what powers does she have. And does Autumn really know about this. Why wasn't she given the letter by her godfather. It was an year till she had met Gage, the very fun and outgoing friend of their parents. She could still remember his blue eyes with grey stardust - or something like that.
The sun was still to rise, she looked over the pink orange horizon. School and Heymish. It was a new day. Hopefully she could start afresh, which she did intend to do with Heymish. Afterall, how could she not talk to a guy she barely knew? She needed to know him before the outlined him as a bad person. She needed to come in terms with him - and herself.
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Pure Existence
FantasyON HOLD Oh these locked doors, Never can come out, never can be free. Never can call myself normal, Oh these locked doors. She was insecure, she didn't fit in. Her parents had disappeared, but she had found that special someone who could make her fo...
