Chapter 3: Reagan: The Appearance
When I get home I go up to my room and I lay in my bed and try to earn some sleep but instead, I get trains of thoughts.
If this is happening what will happen next? Will I truly have to say goodbye to the ones I love? Am I going to be able to come back? Thought upon thought question upon question all but drove me to sleep.
As I lay in my bed an echo of the woman's words stay with me, "Know that you are special and all that's we have done to lead up to this moment is because we care." How can someone care so much, and a stranger at that.
I lay waiting for it to make sense but it doesn't. I also think of the place I was in Edenwoode as she called it.
If it's not apart of my world then does that mean I subconsciously went there? Or was it a dream and the world it's apart of is my dream world?
So many questions and so little answers yet nowhere to get any. And it seems the only way I can get some is between a fine line of real and fake.
Let's just hope I do get some answers before I dig myself into a hole I can't climb out of. My thoughts go still and my eyes begin to lower and as I'm about to fall asleep my doorbell starts to ring.
I get up from my bed and go downstairs. I hope it's not Simon or Will and to my surprise, it isn't.
Charlotte the foreign exchange student from Scotland stands at my door silent she looks at me but her face reveals nothing, her expression is completely blank. "Can I help you?"
"May I come in?" I am utterly lost I don't know what to say. I'm not one to just let a stranger into my home but she found where I lived and came here for something and I want to know what but at the same time she could be dangerous.
I let her in any way still having an unknown feeling to my decision. She walks in and goes into the living room where she sits and I sit next to her wondering what she could want from me. "I'm sure you know who I am."
"Yes, I know who you are, Charlotte from Scotland." She smiles at me and gives a slight chuckle. I still don't know where I know her from, she looks like someone I've met but I don't know where or when or whom. "I'm Reagan."
She just nods her head which gives me the feeling that she already knew. "So what can I help you with?" "I was hoping to ask you the same?"
I am so confused I don't even know where to begin, first the dream and now the new girl is in my house asking me what I want.
This has to be a joke. Maybe I'm being punked by the Dablin twins. If it is this is a sick joke but then again they don't have the brains to pull something like this off. "I must ask do I know you from somewhere?"
"No, do I remind you of someone?" "Yes, you do." "What is her name?" "I don't know." "Does it happen to be Diane?"
Diane, how could she know that? Who is this girl? I feel a chill go down my spine as my thoughts go wild.
Is she the person that was sent to get me? If she is I no longer have time to keep asking questions and I need answers to start turning themselves in.
"Who are you?" She smiles at me and gets up from her seat and scouts my living room. "Gwen, my name is Gwen and I was sent here by my mother Diane."
Now some of it is starting to make sense, the dream, and Charlotte or Gwen. It's all real and this is happening. What do I do now?
For a few minutes, I just sit there in awe until she decides to speak again.
"I'm sure my mother spoke to you and told you I was coming I'm hoping she also told you why." Her accent much different now she sounds more like her mother.
"She told me she would send someone but she very vaguely explained anything to me." Well, then I think I should give you this letter."
She reaches into her bag and hands me a small box. It's beautiful. The box glistens as the sunshine from my window hits the gold lacing that surrounds the box.
On it stands a lonely stone. A diamond to be exact and underneath my name engraved into the box. "They had it specially made for you."
I didn't bother responding, I am too absorbed by the beauty of this box. Why would someone go to such great lengths to give me something so beautiful?
I find myself smiling at the little drawings that surround the layering. Little girls playing and dancing along with the occasional crown that show up along the sides.
I find some courage to open it and throughout this Gwen still scouts my home. I'm not sure what she's looking for but I am to busy to bother. Inside the box lays a letter, a locket, and a ring.
This is it, this is where I get my answers but is it the answers I want. I take the letter and begin to read it.
My ray of sunshine, my bouncing girl oh how it pains we to have to write to you this. How it hurts to know that you will be taken from me any second now. But it is for the best.
And don't worry we will see each other again. Your father and I have tried everything we could to make this our last resort but it has come to this.
But don't fret know that you are strong and smart and you will be back where you belong soon, with us. It gives me some joy knowing that the girl who is reading this is my Reagan, all grown up and is ready to take on a great adventure.
I don't have much time but let me say that your father and I both love you very much.
- Your Parents Queen Lilith and King D'alan of Amberfalls
I find myself tearing a little bit. I can't show Gwen that either. Those tears turned to anger shortly. Angry at all of it. Why does it have to be me?
Why do I have to leave everyone I have ever cared for, to go to a world I know nothing of and likely won't survive a day? Gwen comes to the seat next to mine and tries to comfort me but it does nothing but have me to breakdown in front of her.
"It's going to be ok Reagan." "No, It's not. You people want me to be someone I'm not. I'm not royalty not in this world and not in any magical realm."
The words seem to hit her hard because she moves from me and her face is now deeply saddened by my behavior. " Diane isn't my real mother," I don't know why she thought that would help but I don't respond and give her a chance to finish her thought.
"She adopted my sister and I when we were very young but not young enough for us to forget it all.
My mother died when I was 3 right in front of me and when I was just 5 years old my village was attacked and my dad got injured.
He took us to the only person he could trust, Diane, and she gave us a home but with that, we had to become something out of what we used too.
With our parents, we were just farmer kids but with Diane, we had to become skilled warriors.
I know how you feel because I've been there and as soon as you accept it the better your life becomes and the easier it is.
Reagan, you are the heir to the throne of Amberfalls, and the warrior that will bring our kingdom back to its former glory."
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