Strings of Fate

1st String: Getaway

It took me a while before I realized I was in my room.

Wait, wasn't I in my room just a minute ago....?

I sat upright and quickly ran my eyes around me, scanning the room for blood. Fortunately, there was none, not even a trace of it was there.

I let out a sigh of relief and lay on my bed once more. I can't believe I'm dreaming about this. Again. It's been like, 2 weeks since I started dreaming about this. Me getting stuck in my own room, reading things that were written in blood, seeing a figure, drowning in a pool of blood, it always happens in my dreams. Truth be told, I'm really starting to get scared of my own room.

Well, it doesn't matter if I do, anyway. I've been contemplating on my life in this cursed mansion for months, and I have come to a decision.

I'm getting out of here. By hook or by crook.

I don't belong in here. It doesn't take a mathematician or a world-famous scientist to figure it out. I don't belong in a world that has too much destruction. I don't belong in a world where blood is spilled almost every freaking day. I DON'T.

I'm totally different from them. If they want war, I vote for peace. If they like powers, I hate it. If they want to be like my father, I beg to differ. I'd rather die than be like him.

I looked at the bag in front of my bed. I've already prepared my gadgets and the like, all that's left are my hair clips and clothes.

I jumped out of bed. I yawned and did some stretching, feeling energized. I couldn't even hide the grin in my face, not like I want to, anyway. I rummaged my closet for my clothes. I didn't really have that much, considering the fact that I rarely shopped for clothes and shoes and watches, etc. My father gives me money daily, though. But I've been saving it up for this day.

It's not like I need to shop, anyway. I don't run around the mansion that much. And please, let's not forget that I said, 'around the mansion'. 'Cause that's the only place where I'm around to run. Going outside the gates? Nope, not a good idea. Aside from the fact that there are at least 3 clans of mages and species of monsters eating God-knows-what, the guards are protecting it. From me.

I'm not allowed to go out, even though some can. Like, the Cavaliers. I was allowed to do it until, I was 10, though I wasn't allowed to go too far. And I actually missed doing that. You know, being free? I really do. I don't know what got into my father's mind, but after mom died, he didn't allow me to have fun outside those iron gates anymore. He'd done it in a very good situation, too. His timing was so good.

Recap: my mom died and he forbid me to go outside and have fun. That was so awesome.

Actually, no, it isn't. And it sucks. Big time.

Since when did a father lock his own child up after killing his wife? Yeah, you heard me right. He killed my mom, and made it a rule to not let me out of the gates. EVER.

Yup, made it a rule. He is the King. And to a clan of monsters, too. Heard of the great Hebreus Lithieum? Yeah, the one who ruled over the strong and just Lithieum clan. Can I snort on that one? Well, the other clans think he's great. Like, this good, strong king who protected the good from evil. Even the other clans think so. In fact, they think this clan is the very meaning behind 'Justice', itself. I scoffed.

Really? Justice? Who're you kidding?

If they really were just, my father would not have come out clean after the crime he did. Well, not that they could or should be blamed. My father did not tell them that he was the reason why my mother is now buried more than 3 meters underground now, after all. Because if he did...