Lost memories part- 1

As the tension hung thick in the air, Kat found herself locking eyes with the older man, an unspoken understanding seeming to pass between them. The butler, with a calm and steady voice, addressed both the guards and Herrington.

"What is the meaning of this commotion?" His tone carried authority, causing the guards to hesitate in their advance. Herrington bowed his head to the butler, his finger jabbing accusingly towards Kat.

"She is a witch!" he exclaimed. "She attacked us!" The butler's gaze flickered briefly over Kat, assessing the situation before responding.

"This is a serious accusation, Sir Herrington," he stated. "Are you certain of your claims?" His words were measured, but an underlying tension hummed in the air, like the quiet before a storm.

Kat's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, wait, wait," she said to the butler, "you think I'm a witch?"

Then, turning to Herrington, she asked sarcastically, " were you dropped on your head as a child?" Her gaze was irritably fixed on him. "Bedsides, I don't see what's so serious about this, except this man has a serious mental issue and need to be checked out."

The butler, intervened, his calm tone a contrast to the tension in the air. "My apologies, Miss...?"

"Katherine Young, but just Kat is fine," she replied.

"Miss Kat, I apologize for any inconvenience you've experienced," he spoke politely, bowing his head slightly, his hand coming to be placed In front of his chest. he spoke, politely his tone calm and well directed making Kat's nerves calm a bit.

Herrington's outburst interrupted her response. "Inconvenience?! She's a witch who attacked us, and you're apologizing to her? We should have her locked up for our safety!"

Kat's anger flared again. "I am not a witch! I just want to know how I got here and why I'm being accused of something so ridiculous."

Herrington continued to rant. "Do you think we are fool's witch!!?, How do you explain the weapon you used to attack us and the spell you cast on the guard? We all saw her use sorcery"

Kat's eyes narrowed, her anger simmering. "Weapon?..." she mouthed, She felt an overwhelming urge to punch Herrington in the face, her patience wearing thin. "You seem to want that finger of yours broken, as you keep pointing it at me," she threatened, her voice and narrowed her eyes.

Herrington withdrew his finger swiftly, he glared at her. "You're repeating the same nonsense over and over! My phone is not a weapon, and didn't cast a spell. It's pepper spray, and I wouldn't have used it if you people I hadn't attacked me." She rubbed her temples, struggling to maintain her composure.

Taking a deep breath, Kat closed her eyes and reached into her pocket. She held out her phone to Herrington. "Here, check it," she said.

Harrington approached Kat cautiously, his eyes fixed on the phone as if it were a dangerous weapon, thinking to himself, that she wouldn't attack him in public as she would only be incriminating herself. His hands trembled as he took it from her, but suddenly, he let out a terrified scream and dropped the phone, he staggered back, falling on his buttocks. The butler swiftly caught it before it hit the ground.

Kat's face contorted in panic. "My phone!" she exclaimed. But her concern quickly turned to anger as she glared at Harrington. "That's it, I've had enough! I'll beat you until you up so bad your legs won't work!"

Harrington's eyes took on a wild, almost deranged look as he turned to the butler. "She's trapped us all in a box! I saw it!" Kat froze, her anger momentarily forgotten. The butler and Kat exchanged a puzzled glance.

The butler examined the phone, his expression unreadable. "What is this?" he asked, showing Kat the photo of Harrington and the crowd she had accidentally taken. "A phone," Kat replied. "What is it used for?" The butler asked, his tone neutral. "Um, a lot of things, but mainly communication, I guess." The butler nodded thoughtfully, his expression still inscrutable. "I see."

Kat's gaze shifted to Harrington, who was dusting himself off, 'what a coward ' kat though to herself. The butler, seemed intrigued by her phone, examined it briefly before returning it to her. "Thank you," Kat said, "my pleasure miss kat" he responded again politely, Kat's temper easing slightly at the butler's polite tone.

He turned to Harrington and said, "You may excuse yourself, Mr. Harrington. I will handle the situation." Harrington, however, remained defiant, his voice shaking with anger and fear. "This woman is dangerous! She must be apprehended at once!"

The butler's gaze softened as he regarded Kat. "We will investigate and get to the bottom of whatever it is that has transpired," he assured, before turning to the guards. "Stand down for now. We will conduct a thorough investigation. You may all leave."

Kat watched as Harrington scoffed, "I'm telling you she's a witch. You should burn her while you have the chance now," before storming off.

The guards reluctantly left, still eyeing her warily. The butler's tone became strict as he addressed the remaining crowd, "And for the rest of you, you may all get back to your duties." The crowd emerged from hiding, scattering in different directions.

The butler motioned for Kat to follow him, "please come with me." As they walked through the ornate halls of the castle, his composed demeanor never faltered, it was like every action he took was calculated.

The sunlight streaming through the large windows cast a warm glow on the walls, where massive oil paintings hung. Kat kept her guard up, her eyes fixed on the butler, though she felt a sense of ease around him. "Umm, where are we going, Mr....?" she trailed off.

"Sabastian," he replied. Kat nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. "Shall I ask where you're taking me?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

As they walked, Kat's gaze drifted to a painting on the wall. In the painting was a woman holding a baby, her eyes fixed on the child with a warm gentle smile. The woman's ruby-like eyes sparkled like gems, and her elegance took Kat's breath away. She wondered why such a beautiful painting was kept in this secluded part of the castle.

The butler's voice broke her reverie. "Somewhere more private," he said, his eyes flicking to the painting. "That's a painting of the king and his mother," he added, noticing Kat's fascination. "oh I see. she's beautiful" Kat whispered.

Kat's eyes lingered on the painting before she followed the butler. They eventually arrived at a heavy wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. The butler paused, nodded slightly, and pushed the door open, revealing a lavish study bathed in bright of the sunlight, comeing from the window.

Stepping into the study, Kat couldn't help but be awed by the opulence surrounding her. Leather-bound books and scrolls filled the bookshelves, while a grand mahogany desk sat at the room's center, cluttered with parchment and quills. The air was heavy with the scent of books and polished wood, the scent was most comforting for kat, it was almost like she entered a book. Sabastian gestured for her to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs, and as she settled in, he moved behind the desk.

"Now, let us get to the bottom of this," the butler began, his voice calm and collected. "I must apologize for the trouble you've been subjected to. It seems there's been a grave misunderstanding and a lot of confusion." Kat nodded, her gaze meeting his as she waited for him to continue.

"It's clear that you're not from our world, yet you find yourself here in Davorin," he continued, his brow furrowing slightly. "Tell me, how did you come to be in our kingdom?" Kat raised an eyebrow, her mind racing with questions.

"What do you mean by 'world'?" she asked. Sabastian's expression remained the serious. "You don't seem to be from this world, if you've noticed," he replied, his elbows resting on the desk, his chin on his folded hands.

Kat's laughter was tinged with disbelief. "So if I am getting what you're saying correctly, You mean to tell me, I've teleported to some kind of different dimension or timeline?" Sabastian's face showed no hint of humor. "That's only my theory, though an investigation will still take place to confirm that."

"I hope you know how crazy that sounds right?" Kat asked searching for a hint or anything, but he really wasn't joking. "I'm aware how unbelievable it might sounds, but it seems to be the case, less you have another explanation to give?"

Panic began to rise in Kat's voice. "You're serious? What am I going to do? How will I get back? Where is home exactly even? Will I die here? Am I dreaming?" She couldn't catch her breath as questions swirled in her mind.

Sabastian's calm voice cut through her panic. "Miss Kat, please calm down." Their gazes met, his composed expression a stark contrast to her growing hysteria.

Kat's gaze met his, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I just woke up on the floor of a courtyard in a castle, in a kingdom aperently, that I know nothing about," she shot back, her voice rising. "I got accused of being a witch, and a crazy man wanted me burned alive!. Do not ask me to calm down!" She said her last word one after another, like wanting the words to sink into his head.

Sabastian: "...."

Kat sprang to her feet, her eyes blazing with intensity. "What did I say?" she demanded, her voice low and urgent. Sabastian's eyes widened in surprise, his face pale, as he repeated her words, "Do not ask you to calm down." His expression was a mix of confusion and alarm, as if he couldn't believe he'd been put in this predicament. For a moment, he looked like a man who'd stumbled into a situation he didn't understand, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route.

Sabastain was about to ask her to calm down again, but Kat's gaze snapped at him and he recognised his words before saying "Deep breaths, Miss Kat," he said, his eyes gentle. "Let's try to figure this out first."

He smiled and gestured for her to sit back down and kat did so, as she sat down, her gaze turning serious. "How do I get back home?" she asked.

Sabastian leaned forward, his eyes intent. "For now, I don't know that, but first, I need to know how you got here." He paused, his expression thoughtful. "Please tell me, how did you come to be in our kingdom?"

Kat's brow furrowed. "I thought someone here must have brought me here." Sabastian shook his head. "I assure you, no one here did so."

He pressed on, his voice relaxed. "What can you remember from the day before? Anything strange or unusual?" Kat took a deep breath, trying to piece together the fragments of memory that flitted through her mind. "I... I'm not sure," she admitted, frustrated.

"The last thing I remember is walking in the woods to get to my family's lake house, and then... nothing. It's all a blur." The butler's face showed understanding. "I see," he murmured thoughtfully.

"It appears that you have been brought here by forces beyond your control. But fear not, we will do everything in our power to assist you in uncovering how you got here." He reassured

Kat's mind was still reeling as she sat down, she really was trying to process the wild story the man was spinning.

She couldn't help but feel like she'd stumbled into some kind of crazy dream - witches, magic, and alternate dimensions? It all sounded like the stuff of fantasy novels and late-night movies, probably any moment now she will wake up, but it all felt so real.

Dream or not she put aside her skepticism, a small spark of hope had ignited within her. Maybe, just maybe, this man was telling the truth. Maybe he could actually help her get back home.

She leaned forward, her eyes locked on Sabastian's face as he continued to explain. She was determined to listen, to try and make sense of this bizarre situation she found herself in. But it was hard to shake the feeling that she was trapped in some kind of surreal nightmare - one that she couldn't wake up from.

"But first," Sabastian continued, his voice bringing her back to the present.

His expression grow serious once more, "we must address the accusations that have been leveled against you. Mr Harrington's claims of witchcraft cannot be ignored, regardless of their validity, I'm not sure, how strange that might sounds to you. But it is quite serious in this world."

Kat nodded, so far she had noticed that in this world they were still in the old era, so it was only normal that there were such accusations and fears. She also wondered how many innocent people had been killed based on those claims. "I'm not a witch," she said, her voice firm. "Do witches exist here?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Sabastian nodded. "Yes, they do indeed exist in our world," he said, his eyes serious. "Do they not in your world?" he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

Kat chuckled lightly. "I guess a few people believed in such things, but they don't exist in my world," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "They're simply a myth, nothing more." She laughed inwardly at her own question, finding the idea of witches and magic to be almost absurd.

Sabastian's expression remained serious, however. "I see," he said, his voice thoughtful. "Well, in our world, witches are very real, and their magic is a powerful force. We must be careful, Kat, for if Lord Harrington's accusations are not addressed, they could lead to serious consequences."

She went back to try to remember anything about how she got here.

But still it was a dead end. As Kat reasoned again with the Sabastain that her memories were fragmented and unclear, he regarded her.

Without a word, he turned to a small side table adorned with delicate porcelain teacups and a steaming pot of fragrant tea. Pouring a cup, he extended it towards Kat with a polite smile. "Perhaps a cup of tea might help soothe your nerves and clear your mind," he suggested softly.

Kat hesitated, so far the man might appear nice to her, but she still couldn't trust him "I'm not sure..." she trailed off, her eyes fixed on the cup.

"Ah, come now," Sabastian said, his smile encouraging. "Just a small sip. I promise it will do you good."

Kat's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't know if I can trust you yet," she said, her voice measured.

Sabastian's eyebrows rose in surprise, then his smile widened slightly at her candid response, his eyes twinkling with one could only take to be amusement, I found kat to be interesting. "Fair enough," he conceded, setting the cup down on the table. "I assure you, I mean you no harm. But I understand your caution."

Despite his reassurances, Kat remained reserved. However, as if on cue, her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.

Now that she thought about it she hadn't had anything to eat since she had left with Hanna, she was so caught up in the thing going on around her she didn't realize how hungry she was but the second she saw the tae she was reminded.

"It seems your body disagrees," he remarked lightly. "Perhaps a small sip wouldn't hurt." He commented and kat hummed "I...I suppose a small sip couldn't hurt," she said finally, her eyes fixed on the cup "would you mind accompany me in having a cup yourself" kat requested her eyes moving back to his.

Sabastian smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course," he said, pouring a cup for himself and taking a sip himself....