A trip down memory lane
She was staring at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes unreadable. Getting herself ready just seemed to take forever. She put on the earrings they had given to her. Their pictures were tucked into the frame of the mirror. All of her loved ones, all of them gone. It was hard to hold it all together but she had to. She needed to be strong. There was no one else left it was just her. Someone knocked on the open door and she turned away from the mirror. It was Nikola the son of Niko a friend of her father's. He had been around for the better part of her childhood and was practically raised alongside her. Her father wasn't one to stick around too much. When he was there he never really looked out for her. Still not knowing if he was alive or not really got to her. Out of all the times he didn't show he could at least be here now. Maybe he had heard but he didn't care. Thinking about it made her feel angry. He just needed to be here this once for his family, was that too much to ask?
Nikola entered the room and walked over to her. They were trying not to make eye contact with each other.
"I'm almost ready"
"Yeah take your time"
It was too beautiful of a day for something like this. Sunlight was pooring from her window into her room. It was just like any other day. Everything looked the same only she had changed. When Nikola got closer she clung onto the dressing table until her fingers hurt. She stared long and hard at their pictures. She didn't want to leave her room. It was going to happen but staying in her room would not stop the world around her. Life went on and she couldn't be left behind even though she wanted to, so badly.
He noticed her tensing up and refrained from talking to her just yet. He hated to see her like this. Family was everything to her. Even though hers was pretty screwed up at times she still loved them. The reality of what had happened hadn't really gotten through to the both of them yet. Both of their families were gone.
"Martin wanted me to give you this"
She took the letter from him. It puzzled her why would he send her a letter?
He gave her the pendant her grandmother always wore around her neck. A gray moonstone set in a silver droplet. It shocked her but she didn't feel it, she was numb.
She looked at his face. He was looking down but he carefully looked up into her eyes. They both felt it, the pain. There were things left unsaid and questions unresolved.
They just stood there and she held onto the letter and the pendant desperately. He started to walk away from her and leave the room. She knew they had to go but she needed to say something to him first.
"I'm so sorry"
"I'm so sorry that you've lost so many people"
She was at a loss for words. She tried to find something to say. Something to make them forget all this.
"I still have you" he said. The way he said it, something inside of her broke. She could only nod and she carefully hugged him trying to blink away the tears welling up in her eyes.
She tried hard to smile and she fixed his tie before he left the room. When she was alone she walked over to the window sill. The warm sun comforted her like a blanket and she
"Katerina!" Kay yelled waving his arms infront of her frantically. He was holding a rolled up parchment she must have been looking for.
"I'm not some bowsie, are you bloody listening?"
"I'm....I'm sorry" she was a million miles away. She hadn't even noticed Kay leaving and returning which she knew from experience could take a long time.
I must have zoned out for longer than I thought.
She put down the book she was holding and followed him into one of the departments of the library.
"I was gobsmacked I tell ya" Kay was an intern at the library of the bureau. He had this charming Irish accent and he kept going on about the scroll he found. She had only been working for them for a month. They gave her easy jobs, things they knew she could handle. Before everything happened she had been working at a carnival as a fortune teller. Her family had been in the soothsaying business a long time and they often got in contact with the supernatural either through their own actions or their clients. Needless to say she knew alot about everything but she lacked the muscle to actually take on the big leagues. It was something Kay and her had in common.
"So you know how you asked me to find information about divining rituals" he continued trying to hold back his excitement.
"I found this family tree going back a good few hundred of traveling gypsies" They walked over to a desk so he could fold out the surprisingly large piece of parchment. It certainly looked to be at least one hundred years old.
"Your name is on it look" he pointed excitedly obviously proud of his discovery. She hated to disappoint him but it was most likely inaccurate. Gypsies of that time were known to travel all around the country and settle anywhere they thought convenient. It was more common to have half brothers and sisters. The women often had many lovers and in turn a good amount of children. Altough he had something working for him. Daughters were often named after their mother or grandmother. Her great grandmother was named Katerina as well. Maybe it was her.
"They were witches you know, we have some books written by them in our colllection"
"Bloody hell! She could almost hear the switch flipping in his head.
"That would mean you're a witch too" he was practically yelling at this point.
"I could have told you that" she winked at him.
"And here I thought I was gone in the head" he smiled nervously.