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Casman's Burdens: A Narrative Fiction

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Silent tension hung in the as thick as the blanket of dust on the shelves. I edged forward and crossed my arms as Casmen left my side, and the eyes of the other people fell upon me. Casmen looked up at me. "Sorry for lying to you," she said nonchalantly. I looked at the others, and I tried to will myself to speak, but no words came out. The person who was sitting in the armchair stood, his back was facing me. "Welcome, lass." spoke the man with a turbid accent that was nearly unrecognizable, and somehow familiar. I clutched the sleeves of my jacket as I gazed at his back.There was a soft rattling that came from the corner of the room. I looked over and a tall wooden staff that had been propped against the wall flew into the man's …show more content…

Poor lass, ye just don't understand it," he grumbled. I stepped back again with wide eyes. "It was real? My dream wasn't just a dream? Did you really kill my mother?!" I practically shouted the words, and nearly as soon as they came from my mouth, I ran for the door. The insanity if such an idea was to much for my mind to comprehend, however, my escape attempt failed as the open door slammed shut by an unforeseen force. "Let me go!" I shouted as I tried to pry open the door. Tears burned as my eye, and my breath was heavily elevated. I wanted to get as far from the man as I could. "Cat, you've got to calm down," I heard Alec's melodic voice, and I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Still in a fury to get loose, I slapped his hand away hard. I pushed my wight against the door, but it wouldn't budge. Their voices were racing around me, put I couldn't hear them. My heart was pounding hard, and there was an aching pain as if my heart was going to burst from my chest. "Catalina Anastasia Romanov!" The voice of the old man shouting brought me down to my knees. Alec embraced me hard, and he spoke calmly despite my violent trembling. I was still breathing hard as if I ran a mile. My vision was blurry, and my memory was blotchy, but what seemed like only seconds later I was waking up on the leather couch. The only one in the room was that dreadful …show more content…

What did you do to me?" I growled. "Nothin'. Alec said you were havin' a panic attack, and he took care of ya," The Caretaker replied. I turned my head away and didn't speak. "Look, lass. I know ya think I'm the bad guy, but ye have got no idea what's going on. I did not kill yer mother, although the woman ye live with sure's not her," The Caretaker spoke in a gravely voice. "So my life is a lie. When was I going to be informed of this?" I snapped. I did not want to believe it. Honestly, I din't want to be alive in that moment. Still, The Caretaker sat before me in the armchair and continued. "Ye don't know what yer mother or father were like," "I wonder who's fault that is," "Shut yer damn trap, kid. Yer sixteen and couldn't possibly understand the situation if ye keep such a cynical mind!" He snapped back at me. "Then why don't you start giving me answers!" I shouted as I bolted up and faced him. He was staring at me with the calmest expression and eyes of raging fire. I shrunk down some under the intimidation of his glare. "Yer not gonna beleive who ya are, or who they are," The Caretaker said, even calmer than before. "Where's Alec? I want to go home," I stated. "Home's

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