The Truth of Oliver Fray

I Promise You

Dana looked at the person standing in front of her, shock written across her face. The person in front of her had the same feature as the boy she had seen in the forest. If that was a dream, how did she dream of a boy that she had never seen before till now? How was that possible?

This made Dana's mind work. What if everything that she thought was a dream that night, really wasn't a dream at all like she had thought? What if it was all real? What if the boy was real, what if the woman who had turned into a more monster was real? Was it possible that it could be the solution. She forgot about her questions and doubted herself by what she saw and covered it with a simple, lame excuse. Dana struggled with what was real and what wasn't. Everything felt so real, does that mean that it actually was real when she thought it wasn't.

"Who are you?" Dana asked him.

The boy smirked at her, clearly enjoying her confusion. "It pains me that you don't know who I am. I thought you surely would recognize me."

Dana stared at him blankly.

"You really don't know?" He asked.

Dana simply shook her head.

"My name is Oliver Fray. Do you recognize me now?"

Dana's eyes widened in shock. Standing before her was the one and only Oliver Fray. The one she had sent out to find before she learned of her kidnapping. He was what she was looking for. Before all she wanted to know was why no one dared to speak his name, why people feared him. Now it was so much more. She had learned so many things and she wanted more answers. She knew that she was somehow related to him. They shared the same last name, and Dana's family too was scared to talk of him.

"Tell me about yourself." Dana said to him after she had collected her thoughts.

He stared at her, "What?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"Why?"

"Why not? There are so many things that I don't know what is true or false right now and if you tell me about yourself then it will uncover some questions that I have, that need answers."

"Well, first off, my favorite color is-"

"I don't want to know that, I want to know everything. I want to know from the moment of birth to now. I want your secrets, even the dark ones, I want your memories, your unique hobbies. Everything there is to know about you."

He looked at her and sighed." The moment I was born. I'm surprised that you don't remember, you were there."

Dana looked at him confusion spread across her face.

"Dana, sis, my twin, you don't remember me? That hurts me, deep down inside, it hurts me."

Dana's mouth hung open as she took in what he just said. Nobody ever said anything about Oliver being her brother, let alone twin. What else was hidden from her? What else did she not know?

"What happened after that?"

"You were kidnapped. I was too young at the time to understand anything that was going on around me. I forgot that I had a sister. As I grew up the memory of you came back. I would grieve and miss you. Some days, my child-like mind would try to communicate with you. Obviously it never worked." Dana, slightly giggled."To get my mind off of everything that was going on, I always found myself deep in the woods. It would be days till I came home. Mother was often worried that I had been kidnapped.

One of those days that I was out wandering between the trees. I had no to idea of what I was going to see or do next. I ran into a small cottage that was snug into the trees. It was dark and I hadn't found shelter that night to sleep. Fearlessly I knocked on the door of the cottage. An old, worn out woman opened the door for me. I told her of my situation and she kindly let me in to stay with her. I learned of who the lady really was. You may not believe it, but she was a witch. She knew magical spells. I immediately gained interest in her works. I wanted to learn more of what she did, I wanted to become one of them.

I would go to her house every day for hours on ends. Mother didn't know that I was meeting the witch. I knew she would scold and she would be ashamed of me. I didn't want that. When she would ask me what I was doing by myself out in the woods I would tell a lie. Lies began to flow off my tongue so easily. It feared me that it would get too out of hand, I just ignored the feeling and continued my actions.

Although my study in spells and potions was a distraction from your disappearance it still managed to make my interest in where you went increase. I found the town you lived in. I didn't know what who you lived with or where. I left home and ventured there to find you. The people there were rude and disrespectful to guest. One had angered me. The person had picked me out of the crowd. I was humiliated. I was young and reckless yet I was too powerful for my own good. I set a curse on the fountain and fled. Looking back, I wish I would of never set the curse, but I can't take it back.

Word had spread and my family had found out what I was actually doing in the woods. They were ashamed and disappointed in me. I was banished from the house. I was never to come back.

My hatred grew and my patience shrunk. I became violent and deadly. I used my talent against the good of the people. It was a large mistake. I should've acted wiser, but I didn't. I made my self this house. My love for spells and potions have gotten stronger. I do believe that I have become very wiser and more reasonable without using my gift to harm others. This talent of mine still scares the people around me. My past has been a series of reckless and brutal events. I have changed. I promise you. "