Journal Entry #27
July 21st, Sunday
Today I’m going to my relatives house. I don’t know what part of my family he’s from but he’s supposed to be my new guardian. My home is no longer safe, my family is being hunted. I come from a long line of extremely powerful witches and warlocks, humans aren’t very... accepting of us. I’ll be leaving to my relatives at witching hour. I know absolutely nothing about him but his name is Rolquin. I feel too tired to do anything cause my adarna, Calliope, is sitting next to my head and squawking in my ear to keep me awake. An Ibong Adarna is a “mythical” bird from the Philippines that has healing powers, can put people to sleep (which is what I wish she would do to me), and can turn people to stone. It’s 2:47 a.m., a servant should be coming to get me soon and I won’t get to write until I’ve gotten settled with my new guardian. That’s it for now…
As soon as I put my jou back into my satchel my caretaker knocks on the door. “Miss, it’s almost time to depart, are you prepared?” She said in her quiet but hoarse voice.
I looked at my enchanted satchel which housed all my belongings, “Yes...”, I say quietly but loud enough for her to hear.
“Good, the carriage is waiting outside whenever you are ready.” She walks away and after a few minutes I get up.
Calliope sits on my shoulder as I walk out of my room into the hallway. This is the last time I get to see this place…
The old chipping grey and dull purple paint that flakes off as I run my fingers over it.
The familiar scent of burning wood and honeysuckle that I grew up with.
Renaissance paintings and vases line the walls, all of them older then me even in my witch age.
I get to the large enchanted front door and open it to be greeted by the cool witching hour air.
Calliope stretches her wings and I smile as I near the carriage.
My caretaker opens the door for me. I enter swiftly and sit on the surprisingly comfortable seats.
She closes the door and stands to the side, this is the last time I’ll ever see her…
Since I’m from a magical family we never use normal horses to travel. We use Longma, a Chinese “mythical” creature that is a fabled winged horse with dragon scales, basically a dragon horse.
Their names are Caster, Jubilee, and Rue but no one else calls them that cause they all look the same.
I distinguish them by their sounds, for example Caster grunts, Jubilee whinney’s, and Rue nickers.
Slowly and quietly they all start trotting, they pick up the pace until they’re sprinting. The ground is bumpy then it starts to fall away and that’s how I know we’re ascending.
I look out the carriage window. The stars are bright and the new moon is visible in my eyes.
Soul butterflies surround the carriage and some enter. They tell me stories from them places they’ve been.
They glow different as they slowly lull me to sleep…
It’s dark...where am I?
What? Who is that?
In the distance there’s a mans silhouette.
“Wh-who are you?”
I’m confused, scared and confused.
For some reason I feel like I know him.
I want to get closer but I control my desire.
He chuckles softly, it’s an alluring noise.
Suddenly light starts cracking through the darkness surrounding me.
I glanc at the man but he’s gone.
The light gets brighter and brighter and then...
I’m woken up by Calliope squawking in my ear and the bright sun shining in my still dialated pupils.
The carriage isn’t moving; have we arrived? The driver opens the door for me, “We have arrived miss.”
I get out and stretch my weakened arms and legs then stare in awe at the gorgeous mansion before me. It’s modest but elegant with marble and stone statues, grand water fountains and a pond.
The driver get back on the carriage and leaves. I watch as the carriage disappears back into the forest.
Turning back to the mansion I slowly start walking to the front entrance.
I get to the top of the stairs leading to the entrance when Calliope starts squawking at the statues on each side. I try to quiet her down then notice that the statues are staring at me.
I’m quite startled but then they turn back and the doors open.
I rush in and again I am staring in awe at the amazing scenery. Art older than anything I had ever seen and it all looked so new.
White and black accentuate the beautiful art of the wall and cheery wood floor. Every color goes together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.
There’s a sweet scent of honeysu and fresh mint in the air. It’s calming and a bit homey, I’m already getting used to it.
Suddenly I hear a voice from the top of the stairs. “Oh, you’re finally here!”, says the voice that sounds male.
The man slides down the banister and floats over to me. His slightly messy auburn hair floats with him and his teal eyes make it easy to read his excitement and slight nervousness.
His body is tense, he’s fairly...uh muscular...for such a...gentle looking male.
His skin is fair with freckles but no imperfections anywhere. His facial structure is soft yet sharp, he’s...perfect, too perfect.
Then I realized that in the time I’ve been evaluating him and his phisque there has been a very awkward silence.
I freeze up nervously from the uncomfortable tension rising in the air.
I’m here with this man that I persume is a butler or servant but where is Irus?
Suddenly the man breaks the awkward silence. “So, I see that you made it here safely, how was your journey.” he spoke in a nervous tone obviously uncomfortable.
“Oh! It was fine... thank you for asking. I’m Lunette Creed...”. Calliope squeaked on my shoulder making me giggle, “and this is Calliope, my Ibong Adarna.” I say proudly.
He smiles softly, “What a beautiful bird and it’s a pleasure to meet you Lunette, I’m Irus Rolquin, your new guardian.”
What!? No way, this godly creature cannot be my new guardian! ...did I just say godly creature?
He chuckles huskily, “Why thank you for the compliment but wouldn’t consider myself “godly”.” he says with a wink and playful smirk.
The blood starting rushing to my face making me look as red as a tomato.
Suddenly something catches my eyes from my peripheral vision, a self-suffient lower half of a torso?
It shuffles pass Irus and I and walks down a hallway. Irus looks at them the looks away completely unfazed. He puts his hand on my shoulder, “I’ll explain that to you later.” I just nod uncomfortably.
The awkward silence soon continues which Irus de ides to break it again. “Let me show you to your room, you must be exhausted from your journey.”
Actually I slept the whole way here but I was exhausted of the awkwardness and uncomfortableness. “Yeah...I’m exhauste...” I tell him and give him my best fake smile.
We start walking upstairs, to the left, into a door labeled “Praetorium Lilium”, which led into another hallway.
The yellow walls accentuated with a white lace design of the crown molding and black wooden tables held vases with lilies.
As we walked down the hallway there were doors staggered on each side.
I read the signs on each room door carefully, “Priamus Locus, Locus Papaver, Locus Casia, Aglaophotis Locus, Lotus Locus, Magnolia Locus”, and at the end of the hall there were three more doors.
The the left read “Gram Locus”, to the right read, “Regina Per Noctem Locus”, and in the center with a heart shaped lock on it read, “Locus Cordis Sanguinum”.
I stared at the heart-shaped lock on the door, exam it in curiosity. “Um, Mr. Rolquin, why is this door locked?”
Irus’ body stiffened and he had a fake smile on his face. “Some mysteries are better kept a mystery.” his voice held secrets but I didn’t show any sign of suspi on my face.
He led me to the right, “Well this is your room, I’ll be in the library if you need me.” He left and I watched him walk back up the hall, passing all the mysteriously named doors.
Once he was gone I stared at the locked door. What could Irus be possibly hiding?
I sighed and entered my room to be greeted by a sweet new scent of flowers and vanilla.
The room itself was gorgeous and regal; much larger than I thought it was. It was almost completely white except for the succulent plants that were littered around the room.
The bed looked as if it were made for a princess. From the lace canopy with flower design to the the thick white sheets with fluffy pillows and black wood frame of the bed.
The whole thing could probably fit a family of six or two fully grown bears.
Hovering above the bed, connected to the center of the canopy, hung a little bed just for Calliope. Calliope chirped happily for the first time during this trip.
I sat on my bed and felt my body slowly sink into it then I lied back already getting used to the feeling of being treated like a princess.
Calliope flew off my shoulder onto her little bed that hovered over me.
She cooed delightfully meaning that it was perfect for her and she was happy.
The only think that was wrong with that is how did Irus know that I had Calliope?
Maybe I’m just paranoid, my parents probably mentioned that I had her.
Still I can’t help but be suspicious about this man. His face shows a smile but his eyes hid many secrets.
I grab my journal out of my satchel and decide to write before i turn in for today.
Journal Entry #2
July 22nd, Monday
Irus Rolquin is hiding something. What he’s hiding, I don’t know yet. Moving statues, walking lower torso, and that weird locked door. This house is too perfect, this room is too perfect, he is too perfect. I’m not going to write much cause I need to sleep and then do some detective work around this area. Hopefully the truth will start to unravel soon enough...