The Mysteries of Shooting Star

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Manor

The sound of the roaring thunder can be heard as the rain starts to fall heavily along with a strong gust of wind. A storm has struck the calm city of New Orleans, people crossing the road all with black umbrellas, and cars running at low speed. The young, peculiar boy awoken from his deep slumber, his mouth was dry and his throat was parch. The moment his eyes were fully opened, he could see a large pitcher of water along with a fancy-looking empty glass. He immediately jolted from where he was and poured water on the glass before gulping it all down his throat, after the fourth glass he let out a deep breath before gazing at his surroundings. The interior of the room he was in was spacious and white, complete with everything a teenager can ask for but he was still a child so his response was not exactly like what teens would be after seeing a perfect room such as this. Ryan exited the room before closing the door behind him, placing his hands on the railings and looking down to see that he was on the third floor of a large house or to be accurate, Mansion. He trailed his right hand on the railings as he slowly walked down the large stairway. He could hear multiple voices inside the large hallway, he followed the voices but every step he took reminded him at the time at his house, walking towards the pit of despair where he saw the corpse of his parents. He kept asking himself why them? Why of all people would he and his parents be the ones to suffer tragedy on the next level? He stopped at the end of the hallway, in front of him was a large door with the light on the other side, he opened the large door to see himself somewhere that had a lot of ancient or sacred artifacts and or Relics of the past, similar to a Museum.

"I see you're awake," Said a distant voice to his right. The boy saw a tall white-haired male walking down the stairs with a friendly smile. "I hope you are feeling alright, it has been 3 days since you were asleep"

"Where am I?" Ryan asked, feeling confused and a bit unwell.

"You are in Kenway Manor. We picked you up lying unconscious on the road before we almost ran you over. What is your name if I may ask?" Said the man who was now standing in front of the lost boy.

"My name is Ryan... Ryan Cunningham"

"Such a peculiar name you have there, are you born with this appearance?" The man asked, gazing at his hair and eyes.

"Yes, the other kids call me a weirdo but my parents-...." He immediately remembered the traumatic incident, his legs started to shiver making the man in front of him concerned. His head overflowed with the image of the large frightening wolf as his right eye started to get filled with tears that flowed down his right cheek. The man pulled out a white clean handkerchief and wiped the tears away from his cheek, gently.

"Calm down Ryan, relax... tell me what happened to your parents," Said the man with a reassuring tone and smile, crouching down to reach his face level.

"They always told me that my appearance is the most beautiful thing they ever see and I shouldn't look down on myself... but... they are gone... a wolf attacked us and... And..." Ryan wanted to continue but his feet were shaking along with his voice and body.

"I see... it's alright, I will take care of you Ryan Cunningham... Do you have any other relatives?" The man asked with a calm voice as Ryan shook his head sideways, gesturing that he has no other relatives. "Then you can live here if you want, I find you very peculiar, especially your eyes. Let me formally introduce myself, my name is William Arthur Kenway Jr the third. Welcome to Kenway Manor Ryan" Ryan wiped his continuous tears away and gazed over at the man in front of him with a warm smile on his soft bearded chin.

"Are you sure I can live here?" Will your wife be alright Mr. William?" Ryan Asked. William smiled as part of a response, letting out a soft sigh before standing up from where he was and gazing over at the large beautiful chandelier on the ceiling above them.