AlisaSilver1

She lost her parents at a very tender age. Left to be trained by her grandfather.
 After they are mysteriously murdered by an unknown culprit.
Trauma haunts her for eight years, life becomes more and more unbearable to the point she becomes emotionless.
Things become more weirder and weirder. A photo of a missing dad, a blue hair, water turning to ice in school, and a school boy with an unknown history. What more could she ask for? Well, there was more coming for her.
What happens when she is attacked by a demon from nowhere?
And what is this I hear? 
A blue blood?

Mysteries: Legend of the bluebloods

 I had troubles calming down on getting upstairs, partly because of the information I had been given in one day.


It was just too much for me to take in. I flung my bag to the side of the room. Digging my hands into my hair, I sit down on my bed helplessly. I find myself confused.


I inhale deeply, sighing out loud. "none of this makes any sense." I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. Standing on my feet, I pace from one corner to another in my room.


"first, the strange lady tells me I'm a... blueblood. Then my grand pa tells me the history and practically the same thing." I mutter. 


"I don't know who to believe, the strange lady or my grand father." I say, weighing.


I slam my hand against my reading desk, and a book falls to the floor and a photo slips out. But its turned to the back.


But I pause, on recognizing the figures written on it.


"father's photo." I mutter picking it up.


"I recognize this. This is coding of the Petra's" I say, going towards my bag. I hurriedly fish out a pen and a book and I immediately begin decoding.


And when I'm done, I read what I've decoded. What my father had written with his very hands for someone to find. For me to find.


I keep on staring at what was written until I find myself muttering the decoded words.


I look up from my book and stare into empty space.


After sitting there practically confused. I finally find my way to the bathroom, opening the door with an absent mind.


I make my way to the mirror, with not much thought but soon pause at the sound of running water. Not just running water, someone was humming as well.


I turn to my right in slow motion, to the direction of my bath tub. I stand there frozen.


The curtain of my bath tub had been drawn and there was a shadow. Which I couldn't quite specify.


I look puzzled, who else is in my house at this time? And who would be foolish enough to use my bathroom at this time. It's obviously still early.


Still curious to know,  I stalk carefully towards the bath tub and pull the curtain up. So fast, its unexpected.


But then I'm staring face to face at a floating blue tiger, covered in soap.


My heart jumps to my throat and I find myself screaming.


"Ahhhhh!!!" It screams, and then suddenly I pause.


"don't know, I'm screaming because you're screaming." It says. I look up at it and instantly make a run for it.


"wait, I need to talk!" It yells after me.


"no, its a ghost.... I must be hallucinating." I say, shutting the door to my room.


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