《My World Beyond the Closed Doors》Chapter 4: Gift
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Lily, or should I say Hannah, is standing at the side of the bed, looking down gloomily at her feet. Her cloudy and lifeless eyes with huge bags are obviously tired from crying for several hours. Her cheeks have sunken and her skin turned pale. The poor little girl couldn't handle the stress of knowing her parents are dead, so she stayed there.. still staring down at her feet at the side of the bed.
I... didn't want to move.
I didn't want to get up nor get out of this place. I didn't want to live anymore. This is... depression, I believe.
I'm depressed, huh..... depressed.........
And yet.... My powerless body lifted itself up and walk towards the bed, and now I'm beside it.
Now, what?
To answer that question Hannah recalled her mothers words.
That's right. she said there's something... a gift she wanted to give me. I slightly raised my head up to the bed to see what she meant by gift. What came into view is a familiar design.
At the side of the bed is a smaller illustration of the all too familiar wall from that garden. The only difference is that the big round door is not distorted anymore.
A beautiful golden flower reef like design made up the round shape of the door; it was as if they were real flowers, crafted individually and placed on the circle like a flower arrangement. In the middle is a symbol. I recall this symbol. It's my family's crest; a semicircular shaped quarter moon, surrounding the sun at the middle.
I remember the words she told me... It was..
"From summer.... to spring.."
Ah. It's that, isn't it.. I remember that phrase; that's the only clue to opening the secret garden door. If I recall correctly, it goes like this..
"Pull the sunflower's petal.. that's on the top of the reef..."
"click..didididiidididiidi..."
I lifted my hands towards the sunflower and pulled the petal like how I used to do it. In response, a sound of gears moving came out from the other side. As if my body could move on its own, I continue moving to the next.
"Open the closed Helenium on the right then push it down.."
"click.. click.. dididididi"*gears moving*
"grab the snow bell at the left side, then twist it three times to the right."
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"didididi-boom.. click.. didididi"
"And push the button in the middle...."
"click.."
The flowers started to unravel themselves to the side. Then, the circular door moved back, and rolled into the wall to reveal what was inside of the bed. What came into view, is an ornamental jewel box made out of iron and a fold-over white and black dimension bag with a long sling. The two looked so new as if time never passed by.
I first grabbed the bag, since I recall that I liked this bag. Father probably saw me staring at it at that time.
It was when I secretly snucked out of the castle. I saw that bag in the display window of a not so famous store in a not so populated street. At that time, my father was riding a horse to get back home, and coincidentally, he went through that same street.
He was able to notice me with just a glance of my back. He took me back home with him and then gave me a lecture. I was band from leaving the castle without permission from then on, and that made me sad. I like going outside, after all.
The next day, he took me with him to see the farms outside the castle. It was fun; although, we got lectured for five hours straight by mother when we came back.
While remembering her early days with her father, Hannah put her hands around the bag and started squeezing it as she tries to suppress her tears. She trembles, hoping to find comfort from the gift her father left her.
"Papa..."
"Ah."
Right. There's one more. A jewel box. I believe this is mother's.
I opened it, and found a beautiful necklace of our family crest. This one has more details compared to the one on the door; it even has two gems embedded each on the two celestial bodies.
The sun, which was in the middle has the white gem, while the moon has the black gem. It's beautiful.
"Mother...Father.. thank you."
I hugged the two gifts my parents gave me, hoping they heard my thanks in the afterlife.
Then, I noticed, there's one more thing inside of the bed.
It was a big and thick red book with a lock. The lock looked just like the family crest, only with a hole where the missing gems should be. Curious with the contents inside, Hannah tinkered with it; unfortunately, there was no response.
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I looked at it intently, but since I'm small, and my hands are already full with the necklace and the bag, the book fell on it's back, and the necklace in my hand slipped and fell on top of it.
By coincidence, the crest fell where the lock was placed. I noticed the size of the pendant is the same size as the lock.
"Could it be.."
I took the necklace and put it face forward on the lock. I made sure the two stones would fall inside the two holes; then I twisted it three times.
"click"
A sound came out from inside the lock; after that, it was like a chain reaction. Suddenly, there were holes at the side of the lock. What came out of these were vines, which started to quickly wrapped the cover. Hannah was startled with the quickly growing vines magically wrapping it, avoiding the center. Then she noticed, some foreign letters written boldly appearing in that one area.
...? Now that I look at it properly, these letters seem familiar....
"Memoire...?"
This was made from magic. Incredible. I forgot how much I liked magic.
When the book settled down, its shape changed from a simple worn out red book to a beautiful book, wrapped with something that looks like vines. I hesitated to open it, but I was too curious, so I cautiously lifted the cover.
What I found was a blank page, but letters were suddenly appearing as if an invisible pen was moving by itself.
It looks just like the ones from the cover, so I proceeded to read it...
"This book belongs to: Hannah Nadezda Amyth... this is mine."
I continued on to the next text.
"To our beloved daughter. This book was made for you so that you could learn and understand your situation since we can't always be with you. It also contains our knowledge about everything; just ask for the table of contents, and say the name as well as the number, It will then lead you to that page you wished to see. Also, we love you, and we hope you could live properly, from now on; not for us, but for yourself. We're sorry for not being there with you. From mama and papa with love...........P.S: Take the treasures in this room. They're all for you, and also, make sure you don't do experiments around people. You're just like your mother, after all."
"..."
I can imagine mama hitting papa's side, then pouting. Afterwards, papa tries to comfort mama while trembling, trying to endure the pain. Then they get all lovey-dovey after mama forgives him. They've always been like this. No matter where they are, they go from pouting and quarreling to sweet hearts in there own world. Come to think of it.. I wanted to be like that too......... my face must be turning red.......
When Hannah remembered her odd yet sweet parents, it made her smile a bit and gave her some courage to walk out of the room; to live on with life, even if her parents are dead. So she made a decision, raised her head up, straigntened her slouching back and made a strong face.
".....Alright. I got it. Papa, mama... I'll try to live for myself.. uu~... so.... umuu~.. please watch over me...sniff.."
I tried my best to hold back my tears. My eyes are a bit watery, so I wiped them off using my long sleeves.
I opened the bag wide and faced it towards the pile of treasures. A vacuum came out from the bag and it sucked in all the treasures around the room. Nothing was left. What an incredible bag.
I then put the book inside my dimension bag, put the bag over my shoulder and let it hang from my right to my left side to secure it. I also put the jewel box into the bag and put the necklace around my neck.
I then proceeded to slap my face with my two hands.
Ow.
It's not as effective as what that manga thing showed... well, what ever.
"ALRIGHT! I'm ready!"
Hannah took a big step towards the door. She moved forward, gradually shortening the distance with a determined face on. It felt forced, as if she was trying to keep herself from falling again, but never the less, it was her first time making a different expression other than the poker face she usually has. At the very least, her previously dead eyes finally have a little spark in them; it's weak but it is enough to give her light in the dark.
Mama... Papa... please watch over me.
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GO GO! FIGHT!! [th_0box.gif] [th_0kick.gif] [th_099_.gif] [th_0fire.gif]
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