Chapter 7 - Ready to face the Unknown
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Slipping out of bed, I called the only person whom I felt could support me now that I’ve decided to bite the bullet. And she picked up on the first ring.
“Could you come over, I’m… finally ready?”
“I’m coming right now,” Katie replied without needing further explanations.
I know she’s been holding herself ever since we all learned about my supposed ‘faerie gene’.
Slipping my purple robe over the pyjama shorts and tank-top, I tied the belt around my waist and slipped my legs into my fuzzy slippers before heading downstairs.
I sat on the couch, simply gazing at the chest box while I waited for about 40mins before Katie appeared. I already unlocked the front door so when I heard hurried footsteps on the front porch, I didn’t so much as blink when Katie slipped into the house in nothing but a silky nightgown and an encouragingly smile directed straight at me.
I wanted to ask why she didn’t change out of her nightclothes but didn’t bother, Katie is Katie and I love her weirdness more than anything.
As she closed the door behind her and rushed forward, we sat on the floor without a single word said to each other and stared at the chest. I pull off the chain necklace hanging off my neck and open the heavy lid of the box.
Grabbing the red diary within, I slipped the key into the keyhole and it popped open with a soft click. Taking in a deep breath, I try to shake off the nervousness I felt and slowly turned the cover of the diary.
Before our very eyes, the blank space of the first page was immediately filled with words as if written by an invincible hand.
Katie and I couldn’t help the shrieks of fear that slipped out of ours lips as I dropped the dairy in shock and stared at the words appearing in elegant calligraphy.
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Dearest Maria,
If you’re reading this, then I must have passed on and you’ve decided to finally accept your linage. I know this isn’t the proper way to talk to you my dearest daughter and trust me, I wish I was with you right now to tell you this instead. But alas, I’m not. Our …or if you would still prefer… my kingdom within my realm has been at war for quite a long time. I can’t go into a lengthy story over what happened, but I will give you the basics.
Morgan, my elder sister has always converted to the Winged throne but could never have it because of her nature as a Wingless. Angry and frustrated, she left the Winged Kingdom with her supporters long before you were born and created the Kingdom of the Wingless outside our borders.
I’d thought she would finally be at peace after getting what she wanted, but I never expected Morgan would still be greedy for more power. She wanted what she believed was rightfully hers, the Winged kingdom, and the only way to get the throne is to kill every last remaining heir with a lineage of Royal blood. She achieved that and more when she killed our entire family, and since she’s done that, she is now coming for you.
I am sad to know that I can’t protect you, but fortunately, I have found a way for you to live in the human realm in safety. There’s a kind human woman whom I’ve been watching, and I’ve come to know she’s in desperate need of a child. When I present you to her, I just know she’s going to treat and take care of you the way you deserve.
By now, I’m sure Morgan is in full control of the Winged Kingdom, and I need your help in freeing my people from her torture. The only way to stop Morgan is for you to go back and claim what is rightfully yours. I know I’m asking too much of you since it’s your life that’s going to be put at risk, but I want you to know that no matter what decision you choose to make, I would still love and be proud of you.
Down below this letter is a check box filled with ‘a yes or no' response, and if you decide to continue fulfilling your destiny then you can tick off the “yes” box and the next page will automatically turn to tell you what to do next. But if your response ends up becoming a “no”, the diary will automatically close up and everything before you right now will completely disappear so you can return to your normal life.
I won’t give you a big speech of how our people need you because that will make me a terrible person by putting such a heavyweight onto your shoulders, I know this is completely rushed and I’m not even giving you much of an explanation, but there’s hardly time. I love you my little Maria, and I am more than proud to call you my daughter even if we never had the fortune of knowing one another. I know one day you’d be an extraordinarily great woman… no matter your decision now.
Yours truly, C.
- Writer
