Chapter 56 (re)


    His eyes already glued on her chest, lips parted with an urge to say more, it took an effort but wisely he


    closed it, turning his vision straight ahead, “You are normally really talkative rebe, just like


    Julliette.”


    She smirked at him her eyes ttering sarcastically, “Now you areparing me to some mystery girl,


    named after the famous Juliet? What’s next?”


    He didn’t face her, but she could see the curve of his lips as he spoke, “Her name is Julliette, not Juliet,


    she is family, we’re here.”


    She stopped in her tracks, and stood in front of a veryrge castle, with gold beams near its entrance.


    The outside door was marked in blood with an unknownnguage, apart from it being thergest


    Castle on the road, its exterior was like all the other castles, wrapped in gold and marble. re was


    confused as a knot twisted in her stomach, “Where are we?”


    “Draikens residence.”


    re’s nerves instantly went on red alert, “NO one told me I was going visiting.” She raised her voice


    usatory in her tone, “Let alone meeting my family.”


    The thought of meeting her mother’s family, Her family, after all this time was beyond nerve-wracking,


    more so because she had no idea who she was, or what she was doing, let alone what to say, did they


    know about her amnesia. Her mind riddled with meaningless questions.


    “What are we doing here, why? did Nathan tell you to bring me here?”


    “RELAX, they your family, and they’ve been expecting you, your mother actually called them a while


    back.”


    re’s eyebrows furrowed, darkening the green. She faced the door, lifted her hand to knock, but


    Kalbreal opened it, “Don’t, it’s rude to knock, ALL Draiken are wee.”


    “What’s the blood on the door?”


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    “It’s not blood, it''s sytna, the mark of birth, your cousin had a son this morning.” He walked into the


    castle. re followed obediently like a wounded puppy, not allowed to touch its master.


    The Draiken castle was different on the inside. No open nned entrance like the Moonstone’s, but


    instead a long narrow hallway. She passed half a dozen of doors on either side of her already, but


    Kalbreal went further down. Her boots crunched on the emerald carpet, as she hurried down the


    lengthy walkway.


    Kalbreal kept his pace a few feet ahead of her, his steps purposeful, as though he walked this path


    numerous times, which he probably did. He didn’t stop until he opened the fifteenth door on the right,


    and disappeared into it.


    She followed him, not having any other option, and stopped dead by what she was seeing- arge


    crowd of people, staring at them both, somepletely awestruck.


    All the people in the room continued to go about their business after a few minutes when Kalbreal


    cleared his throat, and only then did she step closer to him to whispering, “Who are all these people.”


    “Your family,” Heughed, “There’s no need to be nervous rebe.”


    A man walked toward them from the crowd skilfully, as he manoeuvred his way through the people,


    some with using hand signals, or by a bare touch of their shoulders.


    She tried to recognize these people. Some looked different, with ash blonde hair, and others Asian


    skinned, but there were some, including a little girl, hiding between a woman’s legs, that she somehow


    felt connected to. The room was emptied of furniture, no chairs OR curtains, just an open room, with at


    least fifty people gathered in a circle.


    Eyes pausing on the man who approached, her wide smile showing no sign of the turmoil which battled


    within her. He wore a charcoaled and mixture of grey, leathered pants, that was matte, with loops of


    leather,ddering right down to his ankle, where three hunter knives rested.


    The powdery grey t-shirt with boots and empty weapon strapping’s on the top, didn’t camouge the


    drops of blood that tattooed his neck. He could’ve easily been mistaken for a man in his mid tote


    thirties, but by what re knew about the Lightwatchers, it was most certainly thete forties.


    He took out his hand which re held without hesitation, “The names Zartieal Draiken.” His Scottish


    ent waspletely out of sorts with his physical description, “I’m Lu’s father.”


    The man didn’t let her hand go, but she admitted to herself that she didn’t mind, not one bit. It was


    comforting, something that she longed for, “I’m re, Franchesca’s daughter.” “We know who you are


    child, you are ours,e now, meet your family.”


    Kalbreal smiled at her when she looked at him for approval. She didn’t understand what she searched


    his face for, but she got a nod as he followed next to her and Zartieal, making way to the crowd.


    Zartieal hadn’t let her hand go, instead, he brought her closer to him and tucked it under his arm,


    squeezing her fingers gently, giving herfort. The other Lightwatchers smiled at her as they made


    way for her to pass through to the other side, toward the fifty-foot window.


    The room was much bigger than she calcted at first entry, and smelt of roses and saffron. Hands-on


    her back, different, unfamiliar, touching her, patting her shoulder, she felt at home, rxed, weed.


    Zartieal only dislodged her when they approached a girl seated on a chair, the one single piece of


    furniture in the room. The girl stared up at her, with a warm glow on her cheeks, and ck downturned


    eyes. Her hair was ck with loose curls, open and flowing down the sides of the chair just over her


    breast, not as long as re’s, but it looked thicker and was damp, like she’d just showered, and


    slipped on the long white dress made of silk. Her tanned skin inplete contrast to re’s paled one


    from her years in London.


    re’s eyes dropped to the girl’s arms, as she saw something inside it- wrapped in a white woollen


    nket, was a baby.


    She had this urge to run away, but a hand gripped her arm, holding her captive, it was an elderly


    looking female in her sixties, but the tightness of her fingers on re’s arm was no sixty-year-old grip,


    “He hasn’t received his name yet, still a wanderer.”


    re looked at thedy, noting how tall she was for a grandma, her shoulders straight, posture -


    perfect, and something oddly familiar about her, but re couldn’t make out what it was, “I’ve seen you


    somewhere.” It came out more of an usation than an observation.


    “I’m your grandmother’s sister, Ani, this is my first great-grandchild.” She said, pointing to the baby


    nestled in its mother’s arms.


    Thedies grip loosening around her arm. re stepped behind the chair and looked down at the baby,


    whose eyes opened at re’s stare, “I thought newborns don’t open their eyes, he’s beautiful.”


    “Our children are different.” The baby''s mother’s voice was dry but soft, it suited her, “We’re born with


    our eyes open, souls like those of Angels, it’s mostly why we are called Lightwatchers, because of the


    Igori. Names Lu by the way.” She smiled at re and stood up. Handing re the baby so quickly,


    re didn’t have a second to refuse or step back, not that she wanted to, she had experienced enough


    death, let her experience life too.