Not His'

Chapter 11

Wilheilm's POV:

For once, I had a nice dream of my own.

I never had a nice dream ever since uncle Jack died, and now, I am having it in the middle of a rescue operation.

In a most unexpected, yet in a convenient time...

Once we arrived to Paris, we went straight to a night lodge on a nearby location. We decided to take a night, since mortal's time is far more different from ours.

Simeon is the one who is in charge of the money expenses, since he is the eldest among of us, meanwhile Felisha is the who will do the talking for us.

It surprises me that Rheimund is familiar of how the Mortal realm works. By that, I discovered that he too went for himself randomly by his own set of portal back at the island.

We rented one room that is enough for all of us.

The room wasn't too shabby, but it is similar to the ones we have back at the island.

Because of how we travel far and wide in the Mortal realm for the search of the Lost People, we also return some of the mortal's custom and infrastructures.

Though, we might be a little late on the social interaction department.

And now, I find myself still laying down on the sofa, facing the window which is showing the bright quarter moon. I just recently woke up from my dream, and now I am reminiscing of it.

As I did, I also questioned myself if a precious memory of yours is also considered a dream if you dreamed of it when your sleeping? Might it only be a mere memory?

A wish?

I heaved out a sigh as I recall my sweet memory:

Everyone is celebrating for the upcoming coming of age of one of my father's people.

Just like every coming of age, every one is happy and delighted to attend such holy and pure event of one's life, we want to be part of it all.

I am only in the young age of 9, and my brother 11.

We weren't not much intrigued of the coming of age, yet we were indifferently intrigued of the thought that someone will come back to the island. Father seemed to be pretty much hyped of the thought of the new arrivals instead of putting his full attention to the coming of age celebration.

He claimed that the people who will be arriving is an old friend of them. Father was pretty much acquainted to the woman meanwhile he is awfully close to the man from their war trainings. Mother is also looking forward to their daughter that sge claimed that was born here in the island, but since she was bron prematurely, her parents had to move to another island to treat her.

Now that their daughter had recovered, they're back.

I might know this family, yet I can't gather the thoughts of who might they be. Mother also claimed that Simeon and I was there when she was born, but I'll just assume that I was too young to remember and Simeon had a pretty short attention span.

"who do you think will come?" Simeon asked as he throw pebbles on the calm sea.

I burried my toes on the wet sand and mumbled, "I don't know," I paused and turned to Simeon "..maybe they are the family residing on that empty house on the far east of the town?" I assumed and Simeon merely shrugged.

"who cares...we can't go to the Mortal realm even though that they are here..." he muttered.

In such a young age, we also craved on how the Mortal realm looked like. Since father came back with a whole pack of Lost People of the Moon, it triggered our hunger to seek our own destiny outside the island.