CHAPTER TWO

Her heart was beating loudly when she took in the unfinished breakfast at the table and the broken plates.

Something was definitely wrong.

Her face paled when she noticed one of the kitchen drawers was open, the knife drawer.

She grabbed a broom and held it tightly, her knuckles turning white in the process.She had no ideas concerning self defense but she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

She quietly made her way to the living room. A sob left her mouth when she saw the state of her mother.

Liliana lay in a pool of blood. She had stab wounds all over her.

Silvermist dropped the broom and run to her mother's side. She fell to her knees,not caring that her favorite black jeans would get soaked with blood. She then held her mother's cold hands as tears fell from her eyes.

She watched as the blood begun to gather up and form a crescent moon. The lower half of the moon looked foggy. Before she could understand what it meant , every drop of blood disappeared. Leaving her mother's body pale and lifeless. The living room floor was now spotless.

She then heard something shattering.

Her father. She whispered and then run to his office.

If she thought her mother's condition was worse, it was literally a tip of the iceberg compared to her father's state.

He was in his usual office chair. He's head was on the mahogany office desk.

She had never set her eyes on a real life sword and she had never imagined that she would see the lethal weapon in such a way.

The deadly weapon was lodged into her father's back. She could even see it's pointy end poking out of his chest. The crisp white shirt she had seen him wearing before she left for school was now stained. So was she.

Her hands flew to her mouth as she held back the screams that threatened to pour out. Hot tears streamed down her face as she took in the horrific scene all over again.

She was about to look away when she saw his fingers move. She moved closer and held his pale hand.

" D-daddy" she whispered as her voice broke.

" bag.. journal.. letters run" he said after he had coughed blood unto the desk.

" Daddy what happened? who was here?" she asked gently, desperation lacing each word greatly.

" Wardrobe.. run" he whispered and then breathed his last.

Her hands fell from his as she used them to furiously wipe the falling tears. Her hands and face were stained with her father's blood. Her jeans had brown patches of her mother's blood.

Her attention moved to the white walls of the room that were becoming stained. She looked around desperately as all four walls created a word that chilled her to the bone.

RUN!!!.

She stumbled back and fell. She thought she was imagining everything but the word was still there when she blinked.

She didn't have to be told twice. She picked herself up and run into her parents bed room. She quickly approached the wardrobe and searched frantically for the items she was told to find.

She spotted a box with her name on it behind her mother's row of long coats. she grabbed it and then opened it. Inside the box was a little sack like bag and an old leather journal.

The smell of smoke hit her nostrils.

They were going to burn her alive.

She grabbed the items and put the journal into the sack. She found herself jumping out of a window for the second time that day. When she landed on the ground she looked back at her house for the last time. Everything was in flames when she ran for her life.

Having no idea what was after her, who was after her or who she was running from.

She run to the thick forest, not caring about the wild animals she would find. Honestly she was far safer with the animals than whoever was looking for her.

If the sick person, or People, was able to do such barbaric things to her innocent parents and house, heaven's knows what they had in mind for her.

When she was sure that they wouldn't immediately find her, since she was well hidden, she sat on the green forest floor and cried. The tears only stopped when her eyes and throat ached. She used the sleeves of her hoodie to wipe away the last traces of her tears. Her favorite white hoodie was stained with blood and dirt.

Her parents were gone and she needed to accept that. The sooner the better. She couldn't spend her life crying when she needed to know what the heck was going on.

She opened the ratchet little bag and found the journal she had stuffed before fleeing for her life. She took it out and examined it.

It was really old. So old that the leather covers were no longer smooth but cracked. Even old enough that the pages looked brown without her opening it.

When she flipped the leather cover two letters fell out of the book.

One addressed to her and the other to whom it may concern.

She opened the one addressed to whom it may concern.

To whom it may concern. the letter read.

I apologise for the state you may find me in. It is not my wish but it is my choosing.

My passing must not bring sadness to onlookers, but it should be a source of hope for you have found that which must be protected.

I have but a few final wishes.

Take my body and return it to mother nature, for only with her will I find peace.

As for the child I ask that you protect her with your lives. Only she has the ability to protect our world from the danger that threatens it.

Forgive my boldness, dear reader, in requesting too many things at the time when death knocks at my door. I cannot carry them out on my own and therefore seek your assistance.

My last and final request is that you name the child Silvermist. For on a day of the full Silver moon when the mist was at its thickest, the orbis brought forth a child of hope. One with power to save our world.

When the time is right, hand over my bindle and journal to the child. They will guide her towards her destiny. Hopefully it will be enough to fulfill the last of my promise.

I beg greatly for your forgiveness as taking this child in will bring forth many dangers.

Trust no one and keep her safe.

That was it. Silvermist scoffed rudely.

No mention of who wrote it or who was after her.

And what on Earth was an orbis?

She was a prophecy child?

What prophecy?

She had powers to protect the world? from what exactly? As far she was concerned nothing was wrong with the world.

She symbolized hope?

She had a destiny to fulfill? What on Earth was all this about?

Unable to process or understand her thoughts, Silvermist turned her attention to the letter addressed to her.

Silvermist Maria Meyers. her father neat writing read.

If you are reading this, it means the time has arrived and you are all by yourself. I apologise for this but it is beyond my power to stop it.

You have brought forth great happiness to your mother and I.

We don't ever regret taking you in. Our only regret is we will no longer be there to offer support and encouragement in your times of need.

You were destined for greatest and no matter what everything will work out in the end.

You are beyond special and we truly love you. Stay strong we will be watching you even if you cannot see us we will be in your heart.

At the end he put his familiar scruffy signature and her mother had drawn a cute little heart.

She smiled through her tears and hugged the letter. She was going to avenge her parents as soon as she discovered who the enemy was.

She grabbed the journal to look for the promised guidance.

She opened it and it was blank.

She blinked. Was she not seeing things?

She flipped countless pages and the results were still the same.

Blank brown papers.

Where was her promised guidance?