"Urgh!" I groaned, dragging myself out of the bed. I hadn't slept well at all, with nightmares of getting killed and voices repeating that I wouldn't survive. That wasn't the most encouraging thought I'd ever heard till now. Not to mention that I woke up with a throbbing headache. Not what I wanted.
Grabbing my toiletries bag from my suitcase, I went into the bathroom and did my morning duties. After taking a nice long shower which soothed my tensed muscles on my shoulder, I got dressed in a hoodie and jeans.
Opening the door to my room, I skipped down the stairs, trying to remember where the dining hall was. Finally finding the vast room, I plopped myself onto a seat next to Jay.
"Morning!" I said, cheerfully.
"Look who's in a good mood," Jay muttered with a smirk, biting into a piece of toast. "Sleep well?"
"Urgh, don't ask."
I filled my plate with a good amount of food and ate slowly while making conversation with Jay.
"Well, I have good news for you. Master's here."
I almost choked on the water I was drinking and turned to face Jay. I don't know why but I was feeling a bit nervous in making my entry in front of his guardian. Knowing my supposedly famous parents, what if his master that he refers to had expectations of my magical abilities that I won't live up to?
"What? How? When?"
"He arrived yesterday night from Portsmith. Infact, I was actually thinking of waking you up so you could meet him but decided not to since I was guessing you needed your share of rest."
"So when are we going to meet him then?" My voice sounded dry and I'd completely forgotten my yummy breakfast in front of me. My appetite was gone. Why was I feeling so nervous all of a sudden?!
"We're having lunch with him in an Italian restaurant back in the human side of the world. We'll be protected since we're with him, no one's going to attack you."
I nodded then got up. Jay looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
"Where are you-"
"I need to go lie down. Bye."
And before he could say another word, I walked out the dining hall and back into my princessy room. Sitting down on the desk, I grabbed the tattered old notebook and flipped it open to a random page. Picking up the quill and sloppily dipping it into the ink, I quickly started scribbling.
Who really are my parents? Where are they right now?
I waited for minute or so, staring at the blank page in impatience. Then picking up the quill, I wrote furiously into the book.
Why aren't you telling me? I really need to know about my past to continue on with my future!
An old magic book does not always hold the answer for your questions. Sometimes, you have to find them out yourself.
Slamming the book closed, I got up and started pacing the room. How would I figure out about my parents when I don't even know where they are and have an actual conversation with them?
(NOTE TO SELF: Sophocles)