Cellalington

Chapter 2

Four months had gone by since Cassy's mom passed away. She was now admitted in an orphanage/asylum. It was a very nice place. Everybody cared for each other. But Cassy didn't care about any of that. All she wanted to know was the truth, the truth about her life, the truth about everything!
2 weeks ago she had to pay a visit to her old apartment to pick up a few commodities she left behind. The authorities dropped her at her apartment.
Are you sure you don't want us to come up with you, child? One of the officers asked.
YAh! I'm positive, officer! Cassy replied sighing.
The apartment was loaded with dust. She let out an involuntary movement at the sight of their family photo which hung on the wall, stained with dry blood. She slowly walked in the living room, making her way to her room. It was the only other room in the house. Casey was raised by a single parent. She didn't have much growing up. But, she always tried(in which she failed, miserably!)to be happy with what she had. She let out a deep breath as she entered the room. She knew she had to be strong. But, she couldn't. The entire room was filled with memories. From her first steps to her mother's death....the memories engulfed her.
Don't cry! Don't cry! She told herself. But alas! She's only a human!
Her face turned red as big drops of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Ma!!!!!! She screamed in agony. She sat on the floor and cried for hours. After a while, she gathered herself together and started packing her stuff. She opened the closet to take some of the dresses when she noticed she noticed a beautifully wrapped box in a corner. She had never seen that box before. She knelt down and took the box in her hand and slowly opened it. The box was filled with jewellery, photos and other things. She took a few photos in her hand. It was her mom's. She smiled at the sight. Her mother looked so young and beautiful. But... There was one picture that stood out. Her mother was wearing what seemed like a robe...the ones she saw the were worn by the weird people on the street just before her death. This took her by a sudden overwhelm which made her head hit the closet. Suddenly, the wall beside her cracked open and fell with a thud. It was a hollow wall!? She never knew.
She tried what was in there. She saw a wooden chest with royal decor made of gold.WOW! She thought to herself.
She opened the chest to see a beautiful armoury. It was breathtaking. The armoury was made of a blue and silver-coloured material. With an actual silver chest piece. The material was so soft and silky, it was something she's never seen before. She tried to make a cut on the clothing with a knife, but the knife didn't even scratch it.
Under the clothing, she found an envelope. Inside the envelope was a photo. There was a lady, in maybe her early 30s or late 20s. She was standing beside a guy about the same age, much taller. The lady's face showed a certain warmth that gave her peace of mind. As for the man, he showed authority and protection... Protection Cassy has never felt in her life before. His eyes were startling violet. Exactly like the ones she had except they were much darker. The lady was holding a baby. Cassy's eye widened when she saw the child. It was her! How could this be!?
A sword fell from the side and onto the chest. What the hell!? She thought. The sword was ecstatic. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before. But then again, she's never seen most of the things in there. The sword had a symbol, more like a family crest on it like the one on the chest piece. A hint of silver and gold traced the handle of the sword. There was what seemed like a button on the handle. When she clicked it, suddenly shifted into a bracelet and onto her hand. The bracelet was gold with a hint of silver. It also had a beautiful blue stone at the Center with a green stone on either side of the big blue one. It was almost like the bracelet was made just for her. She held her breath as she admired its beauty.
          
                That was it. Since then she'd been obsessed finding the truth about her life.