Falling

Chapter 1

Ina POV
*I was falling, the air was ripping past me, it was suffocating, I couldn't breathe I was gasping for air. Then all of a sudden I stoped I could breathe I felt warm, safe. Than abandoned as if someone just left me forgot me, didn't care about me. I just stayed there all alone waiting wishing for that comfort to come back but all I felt was prodding and pain, why? What's happening come back, come back, don't leave me...I need you.*
I had that dream again, the only thing I can remember, since the day I woke up. After that I was sent to an orphanage although I was only there for a month until I was adopted by some nobles and or knights. My mother dotted on me while my father pushed me to be perfect. I don't, no I can't resent him for it he just wants me to be strong, he doesn't want me to be weak, because mother try's to make me a proper lady. My father trains me personally, I feel bad because he didn't do that for his son. My older brother is a soldier. He isn't dotted on by our mother, although father isn't as hard on him as me he still pushes him to be better to. I think it's because he is fathers real son but not mothers child. He is the son of fathers previous wife. I sometimes get jealous even though I know my brother probably feels the same way. All the training only started a week after I had arrived my mother welcomed me with a warm smile and open arms. Even though father is tough on me I know he cares, he is the one that saw me outside sitting on the orphanage steps all the time and decided to adopt me. The first thing he said to me was "Why aren't you playing with the others? Are you lonely?" I told him that I had no need for friends that I wasn't going to stay here for long. He laughed and smiled at me. Than asked "Why?" I have something I must find, I have a mission that I must complete. Then the next day the maid taking care of my groups room told me I had been adopted. I traveled for at least six days. I was then taken home to meet mother and Drake my brother. My brother kept his distance and kind of still does. Not as much though. Mother and father treat me the same.
When I first arrived everyone was careful around me as if I was glass. My room was extravagant and light blue. Every thing was so expensive looking and I wasn't sure how to act. I spent my first few days in the library or outside. I climbed trees and sat in them until someone spotted me and ran to get me down. Whenever I jumped from a tree they'd start pestering me about being a lady. I got tired of it, it was to much I just hated it I had my mission to complete I already had some food packed. I was ready I had to figure out who I am or was. Tonight I'd escape, so I'd thought. I was trying to run away, I got as far as out my window and on the ground without being caught. I ran as fast as I could I even got to the top of the wall. When I jumped down and hurt my ankle, my brother was the one who found me. He sat with me and asked "Why do you want to run away when you finally have a place that is your own." I told him the same thing I told his father " I have a mission I must complete, I don't need a home or anyone!" He hugged me. "It must be hard, but can you wait for me, so I can help you complete your mission, please?" I cried then, I don't know why I wasn't sure what I was feeling, but somebody was holding just like then. Drake carried me back to my room where I was tended to, but not by a maid. By mother. She was so nice she held me until I fell asleep. I was so warm and fuzzy, I didn't know what I was feeling. I know that I liked it. I noticed that most of the maids were clumsy and shy. I heard yelling from the higher up maids. I asked my brother and he just stayed quiet and told me not to worry. I kept pestering him though and finally he told me. All the maids were new. Although there was something odd about all the workers being new. I got more information from brother again I heard from my brother was they were all new was so that mother and father could pass me off as their real child. Brother said it seemed to work and I agree. I guess it worked, because whenever mother took me out shopping with her people said how much I looked like her. I didn't realize this of course until four months after my stay. I was spoiled, but I had a price to pay. At least that's what I thought then. I was forced to work hard. I hated it then. I had private tutors for everything. It was so stuffy I was stuck inside my study room until late noon, when I was free to eat. Then I had music lessons. The piano, mother wanted to teach me that. She and father both complimented me, saying I had nimble fingers. They loved listening to me play, at least that's what they said. I never got a singing teacher mother said that there was no need, because my voice was lovely the way it was, she and I used to sing together right before bed. Now that's a rarity now. All I do anymore is practice. Not just for father and mother, but so I can complete my mission. I don't have very much fun anymore even though I don't have a lot of lessons. Other then writing, reading books, and practicing sword play, archary, close quarter combat. I have nothing fun to do. I was and am always tired and my body always aches. I was praised for adapting and learning quickly. My father trained me to weld two swords. I was forced to read countless boring history and war books as well as to observe situations. Than make my move. Father wanted me to be the best strategist and swords woman. I was forced to hone these skills and build them up, to improve them. I played countless boring chess games father wanted me to do it blind folded, but I still wasn't that good.
Time went on and I felt this become the norm. I was taught to be a proper lady and I learned a few languages, like French, Spanish, Slavonic and Irish. They were tough to learn and I'm still learning Slavonic. I forgot about my mission.
Everything just felt like home, I didn't want to leave. I tried to remember my past, I tried to remember my mission. I always came up empty. Since I couldn't remember anything when I was adopted father just gave me an age and name. He even gave me a birthday it was the day he took me home. I remember that day clearly. It was snowing early even for us being in the mountains. The air was fresh crisp and chilled. The slight breeze was frigid, but I hadnt cared. I had been worried. Scared of a new place. Of how to escape a mountain. So I'd put on my mask and tried to appear neatural. Im not sure how well it worked. But I am home. I have a family, I'm not alone. Although I will always remember that moment, the only memory I have. Its all led to who I am now. My birthday is, August 4 and my age presently is 16. My name is "Ina Kage Toa Lilith Tsuki." My name is long and strange, but father is part Japanese and mother is American. Mother wanted me to have a long "eccentric and elegant" name.