6 Event 5 Truth

In knowing who I am (uhm, still a question), I spent the next days in my room, all locked up, not sure of what I should do.

I still need to uncover more, I really need to know who I truly am or maybe, WHAT I AM!

Just then, a thought came to me, I need to go to England! By the time it came, I was on my feet. I bathe and put on something pleasant, bills and all, I was out of the mansion. Oh, heavens! Thanks, Seven was about to enter the gate! I run towards him.

"Seven, I need to go to England, may you accompany me to buy a plane ticket? I really need to go, right now, please!"

"W-wait there, what's got into you, Spring?"

"Please help me, I need to go to England", I pleaded, "maybe I can explain it to you later but first thing's first, please – "

"Okay, okay, calm down, I'll help you", he interrupted.

We were at the airport in time. Lucky, there is just exactly a plane off to England by eight and in time for me to be booked on it.

"Thank you, Seven", I said, "when I return, I might tell you everything but first, I really need to figure out everything."

"I can accompany you – "

"No Seven, you've done so much for me, you don't need to be in on this", I interrupted, "this is something I should do alone."

"Okay", he said, looking gloomy, "I can't keep you from doing whatever you think you should do", he continued, "take care of yourself then, I suppose."

"I will."

I was on board the plane by eight, leaving a worried Seven, who I am sure will inform my sudden leave to Aniston and Calina. I will spare him with that, then!

I am not sure of what I will find in England but I have this feeling that it is the right place I need to dig up truths. Seems like I have been to this country but such feelings give me a bit of a scare, I wonder why.

I don't know where to start but arriving in this strange country, I first check-in in an inn just located in this place which I think is perfect to start with.

The innkeeper's daughter has this cool bike and she lets me borrow it if I ever need it. Hoping to find interesting things, I took a tour around. On my second day, I tried to go to the painter's place (the one from whom Seven bought Casandra's painting). His name is Carleno Salette (I remember surely, Seven mentioned it once to me).

But I decided to come back the next day, it seems like there is no one home. I returned back to the inn and dozed off the whole day. Maybe it might prepare me for anything that might happen tomorrow. Then, I'm awakened by the ray of the sun that managed to enter my room. I took a bath and changed in my out day outfit. I headed to Carleno's place and this time, I knocked and someone opened the door for me (oh thank goodness!).

"May I help you?", a boy, about thirteen years of age, asked.

"I'm looking for the painter, Carleno Sallete", I answered.

"Any business with him?", he asked suspiciously.

"I need to ask him something."

"I see", he said, "Do please come in and please sit down, I'll just call him."

Not a minute has gone when he returned with a man looking about past forty or fifty of age. He looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Monsieur Sallete?'', I asked.

"Oh", he said gaining himself, "sorry about that, what business do you have with me?"

"I just wanted to ask something, it really bothers me a lot", I answered, "that is, only if you allow me of course to ask."

"Of course you may, Mademoiselle – ?''

"Lelash, Spring Lelash, monsieur", I introduced myself, completing his sentence.

"So, what is it that you wanted to ask of me, Mademoiselle Lelash?"

"It is about the painting of Casandra that your grandfather painted which you sold to my friend", I answered.

"Oh that, I remember, and you do resemble her physically, maybe that's why I am surprised when I saw you", he said, "and what about it then?"

"I just wanted know if you have more of things to tell about her than me resembling her", I said.

"Guess I need to repeat my grandfather's story about her then", he said, "it was in the middle ages, as you see, my grandfather was quite a young man, about twenty but his painting career is going too fine but not great, one day a letter from one of the aristocratic family during those time, the le Langme's invited him to paint for them", he narrated, "he accepted it with pleasure and joy and when he arrived there, he almost fell to Casandra, a beauty like a goddess, he swore to paint her, it came out to be that he is really lucky because he was invited to paint her", he continued, "painting her, her eyes has the mixture of happiness and sadness, what's a wonder for my gran is, Casandra is so quiet, too silent and he never found out the reason why because three days after he left along with the copy of Casandra's painting with him, the castle burned down and all its occupants and inhabitants were killed from it, no one escaped from the tragedy except maybe, Casandra, who mysteriously disappeared the day before the fire", he said, "well, nobody knows what happened to her, especially my grandfather who never heard of her since then... that's all I have to say to you", he sighed, "I'm sorry if it is not enough."

"No, no, no monsieur, it's just enough and I thank you so much for your help and kindness."

Few exchanges of farewells and goodbye's and I left, biking my way back to the inn, not stopping, yet thinking.

I tried to organize my thoughts as I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling which has now pictures of my thoughts.

Casandra le Langme belongs to a royal family, a respected one, or some kind of an aristocrat. She lived in the Middle Ages here in England and was a quite person, has this halo of mysteries in her, then she disappeared without a trace.

Melranne Arke is the same in being mysterious and she disappeared, too.

Araselaine Shanes was in the sixty's and also, disappeared, before her wedding.

Lishan is some kind of a supernatural and a mysterious person, then she disappeared, too. Well she does sound immortal or something.

Corselle Alcerfin was in the ninety's and was a friend of Madame Isalen, another mysterious person and I don't know if she disappeared or what, Madame Isalen never mentioned it. Maybe, she took off to some place.

Then me, who lives in the present.

What are all these ladies have to do with me? We have the same eyes, face and necklace except that we live in different times, owned different names and lived in different places.

These things are driving me crazy, I wonder who or what can answer all my queries. I hope for someone to appear in front of me and tell me everything.

I was out of the inn before I knew it, I cliff dived into the water and went deeper and deeper with no plan to swim back, it is so cool and calming despite its darkness and rays are no use to it.

Like a miracle, an answered prayer... memories came flooding and rushing into me like lightning and water. I floated and swam towards the shore and laid on the sun, smiling for no particular reason although I can feel hot tears on my wet cheeks.

"My memories", I muttered.

It is all coming back to me and I do not want to protest anymore, I needed all of it even if the truth hurts. I felt it with no regrets but with weeping heart that is filled with other unexplainable emotions.

It looks like everything had been easy for me to have... these memories, my lost memories.

Are these all of it?