We meet again

Chapter 1; Who am I?

'We all ask ourselves, 'Who are we?'

Some find the answer early in life and live knowing exactly who they are and what they want. Others have more trouble figuring things out, but that doesn't stop them from living. I however am neither of these people.

A big part of knowing who we are is based on family and their stories. As a orphan you ask your whole life why? Why was I unbanded? Why don't I have a family? Who am I?

I have struggled with figuring out who I am all my life. It's part of the reason I started traveling around the world, writing about different cultures and making a name for myself as a writer. Although it made me incredibly happy I never stopped questioning where I was from. But I was able to ignore the question until recently.

In May this year I was send me a link to a history report by an anonymous reader. The report dated back to 1880s Romania, when a bunch of people were mysteriously killed in a town called Copilul Nopții.

Among these victims was a family with the surname Villan. Now the surname Villan is not a very common one. And after doing a lot of research I met up with a history specialist who confirmed my suspicion.

These were my ancestors.

The report talked about an article that was discovered in a box of old journals dating back to this time period. Yet in no official record of the village were the murder of these people ever mentioned. As if it never happened. These journals were the only indication such events ever occurt. They seemed to be written by a man named Jacob Slovio, the towns doctor of that time. He wrote about the horrific murders and the discovery of what he thought to be witchcraft. But in 1882 the notes suddenly stopped, as if Dr. Slovio suddenly disappeared into thin air.

So me being a traveling writer, decided to travel to Romania to visit this town. Maybe I can actually figure out where my family came from. Maybe I can finally figure out who I am. Actually I am writing this update article on the plane there.

In this article series I will trace my family line back to the 1880s and-...'

"Ma'am? You need to turn off your devices. We are about to land."

Lex snapped out of her concentration before turning to the flight attendant sheepishly. "Yes.. Sorry." She said before quickly saving her file and turned her laptop off.

She looked out of the side window, it was a bit cloudy, but she could see the beautiful nature of Romania. Although Eli had traveled all over the world, she had never been to Romania before. Not that she had not wanted to visit it, she really did. But somehow each time she tried something would get in the way, making her cancel her trip over and over. From bad weather to a sick friend, she was just never in luck. Until this time.

Somehow she felt drawn to this place.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"So what brings you to Romania child?" The elderly cab driver asked. His voice was kind and his english surprisingly good for his age.

Lex thought for a moment, Why did she come here? Just because of her roots? No. No, she felt drawn to this place since the moment she knew of its existence.

"I am a traveling writer, I came across this place a while back. It seemed so... Magical."

It had taken Lex some time to find a taxi who was willing to drive all the way to Copilul Nopții. Everytime she would ask a cab they would pretend not to speak any english, even if they offered her the ride in said language. Lex knew it was far away from the airport, about six to seven hours, but it was as if they were all terrified of this town somehow. After two hours of searching she found this elderly gent who was willing to take her to the edge of the town, which was good enough for the young woman.