The Story Of How My Mother Met My Father

Kaleb

What did she mean? I couldn't believe my ears. I was aware that inside of me, I could feel my heart pump more blood than usual. At this point, I knew and that there was this sudden need to gush out tears out my eyes.

My heart danced awkwardly because this was something I had never heard anyone say before. I felt sad it was my now no more mother yet happy that she was mentioned.

Above all, I was surprised and desperately curios to know more.

"Come follow me." the lady h/n ordered.

I ambled alongside Darla, traveling to a place where the librarian had to wine down some complicated locks, before opening it. It revealed tall numerous well built metal shelves. Each compartment had writings, probably dates and information.

She said to me directly, "These contains different records of each one born into the Forelene land. Your mother's here also, Kaleb. She has a book of when she was born and how. Everything that concerns each Forelene that had ever lived here lies in these shelves. Your mother's record is here."

"Keleb," Darla said to me. "you could find out everything about your mother's past."

Yes, I did want to, naturally, but why did I feel a harsh burden on my chest? Was I in shock?

"Here is her book." I shook more in not-so noticeable tremor. "You could dive into it if you wanted to. But I do have to warn you, not everything in the book is real as it was written. The book recorders weren't there all her life here, so some of these things were assumptions, also some may've been confirmed by witnesses."

I received the book in my hand and felt a tingling sensation on my palms for I was unsure of what to do with it. I stared into it, nervous for a moment. I needed to process it all.

"Why did you agree to help us?" I asked the librarian, earning a shocked expression from her. She was somehow surprised by the question. Her look later transformed into a sad remorseful one.

Heaving a sigh, she explained, "Some of us have made terrible mistakes in our lives in the past by not minding our business, and now we regret it. This was the only way to pay back Mary for what done."

A soothing feeling of love went round the place.

"Kaleb, are you really willing to read the book?" suspense hovered in the air as I stared endlessly at the book.

THE PAGES OF THE BOOK OF TRUTH AND ASSUMPTIONS.

Chp. Pg.

Mary stared at her reflection in the mirror as she deeply concerntrated on her neck. She was alone in the house with her friend, Evelyn, who had left her room.

"He says he will come back," she spoke to herself. "so he will."

Mary was reffering to the man she was in love with. He had given her all the love in the world and wonderful, they had even gotten married. There was nothing going to break their love- so she thought.

Her husband was Phillip, at least that was the name he had introduced. He seemed strange and secretive. He had given her gifts and had a strong connection with her. Her husband was so handsome to the extent people thought he wasn't from Forelene city. He had dazzling looks that made anyone rubberneck at him when passing.

He worked hard as a blacksmith and promised to build a family with her. Hasn't going to leave her, right? She thought. He hadn't been seen in a month and that caused Mary to worry. He was a poor man from a low background yet he was kind hearted just like her.

Currently, Mary stayed on her bed, caressing her necklace which had been given to her by her said husband.

It was a medallion completely circle-shaped and was made of real gold. The design was marvelous, having two brave animals reaching against each other, like to show they were both great.

"Give this to our child when he or she grows up." she remembered Phillip, saying. "Tell him or her never to remove this medallion. It is of great importance."

He had travelled with a promise of coming back, and had left her with child. No one knew where this man was and some said he was a foreigner who no one had idea of his origin.

Mary believed them not because Phillip was the loveliest man she had encountered and her very first love. She was with a baby in her womb and had high hopes of raising him or her in a happy home. She was a kind Forelene herself.

"I will teach you to be loving and you will know what peace is, even in this cruel world." Mary cooed, reffering to the life in her womb. She often sang for her baby [ This was informed by her friend, Evelyn and then written here]

Mary decided to amble off to the market place, needing to obtain food, when she heared sudden rumours of the Rocainians battling inside the Forelene city right now. War was tense during this era and news of foreigners, like Rocainians would sneak in and disguise theirselves as normal villagers just to fit in and spy on them.

Presently, some had been caught and was battling with the Forelene officers with swords and various weapons.

Mary drowned in bewilderment because this war inside Forelene city was passing by the market place. Mary happened to be in that market and then quickly hid herself from the chaos, under a seller's table.

"Woman, aren't you the one that got married to that man that was said to be gone?" an itchy mouth trader taunted, I the mist of the ravaging war. "He might be one of those Rocainian spies."

This woman trader indeed caused Mary to wonder if this was true. What if Phillip whom she had gotten married to was a Rocainian? But it seemed not so since he was kind-hearted, unlike those warriors.

"No, he is different." Mary let out with confidence, injecting hope into herself.

Although the Forelene officers were ontop of the mission of sending out the ruthless Rocainian warriors, there still were Rocainians present, who caused habitants to suffer.

Forelene citizens were running helterskelter in the war ground, and Mary was ran so with her belly churning with several kicks. "Oh baby, please not now."

She was still waddling away to a safe location, when she abruptly jammed gaze with one of these Rocainian warriors. He was on a horse, fleeing the city and the way he was dressed sent out that he was not an ordinary warrior. Perhaps their commander in charge?

"Let's go!" he ordered his men, slowly relieving her from their formally locked gaze.

She thought they must have brought backup because as spies, they weren't supposed to wear their uniforms. Maybe that man that had stared at Mary was not one of the spies. He must've commanded them to do that instead.

Mary lift up her feet off the ground in a quick pace, endlessly escaping from the warriors around. The Forelene people seemed to have worn the fight and had out numbered the few Rocainians sent.

Mary was still running, and soon found herself inside a quiet place. It was filled with flowers of which she loved, and there was no sign of men there.

She paused for a while, catching up her ragged breaths and before she could have a proper rest, she sighted the same man she had seen before.

The Rocainian commander.

She was taken aback, instantly screeching her bottom on the ground as she shifted away. She was petrified yet weak of running.

The man had his fierce look on and directed his sword at her. The strange commander [this place was narrated by a certain witness] was badly injured, wincing yet clenvhing his teeth in anger.

The Rocainian was tough but almost dead. He had blood spilling out of his body without stop. He'd die without proper attention. Mary saw this and thought to help, but then, he was a Rocainian. He was killing her own people.

Her eyes were watery from tears as she witnessed this man slowly die yet still held pride dear.

"L-let me help you." Mary heard herself blurt out. The man was obviously shocked and stilled sent daggers through his stare. Of course he didn't let her go closer, even in his dying state.

He didn't believe her words and saw her as an enemy. He thought, who in their right minds would help a ruthless killer like he was. He had been taught to take out lives and only that did he know and live by. He didn't know what was called care, talk more of love.

Seeing the stranger was weak, Mary took in a hurtful gulp as she cautiously made her way to help this said man. He was somebody who she feared and knew would've killed her if not for his unfortunate state.

"Let me help you, sir." Mary held the weak man, whom seemed faint. He still had his sword in his strong hands, but she removed it slowly from his palm.

He couldn't do anything but swim in confusion because Rocainians were enemies to the Forelenes so why would she help him? He was taught and had also raised his comrades to not love, pity or spear.

Mary took care of this man until he was well, it took time to adjust, but he didn't slit her throat. Maybe it was because he was weary. She took him in to a place she owned and secretly cared for him.

One day, when she went to the secret hideout; that was the house she grew her flowers, he hag gone without saying a word. [This act was said to have been reported by the same person that had witness before.]

Mary didn't know how, but later on discovered that someone had witnessed her act towards the Rocainian, whom was their enemy, and had reported] She was being taken to be judged. Some of the authorities even claimed she must've slept with him and carried the children of a Rocainian- something that was false.

Mary pleaded so dear and denied all allegations, and she ended up with this statement,

"You are hereby banished from the central Forelene city!"