"Damn it!" I swore as another bullet wised past my head.

'that one almost got me.' I thought shakily.

I increased my speed, running faster through the brush of the island's jungle.

'I haven't been here for more than ten minutes and this has already happened.' I shook my head.

I wanted to turn to see if the men chasing me were as close as they sounded, but didn't in fear that I would trip and fall, meeting what would certainly be my doom. No, I wouldn't let that happen.

I took a sharp turn right hoping to lose them by going further into the cover of the plants. Unfortunately for me, the plants also covered my vision and I didn't see the steep hill I just took a running step down.

I tumbled down through the mud, until reaching the bottom. I growled, sitting back up. Nothing seemed to be broken but definitely bruised.

"Oh fuck you bruises." My head whipped around as I heard the brushes behind me rustle.

'Oh man.' I growled picking myself back up to my feet.

'How did I get myself into this again?'

(Time skip to the past ^^)

"Is there anything else I can do for you miss. Silion?" I turned to the land lord and smiled.

"Oh no, that will be all. Thanks again for letting me look around." The man opened his mouth, wanting to sat more, possible to throw me another sales pitch, but I closed the door before he could.

I sighed.

"Thought I would never get rid of him, now then." I muttered softly, taking a piece of paper out of my pocket. I unfolded it, and scanned over the words once again.

'Come on Natalie think! What else can we find out from this?'

~ (this is the part I'm most worried about. Aka the section I re-wrote a million times and still don't like) /

I felt a pain in my chest reading over the loopy letters of my mother's writing. She used that writing to address my birthday invitations, to send me letters when I was at camp as a child.

Even on that last day she had written me a note in my lunch for school. She did this everyday and because of this I thought nothing of the paper and threw it away with the scraps of my lunch.

I went home that night to find police sirens on my streets. My parents were dead, murdered. I didn't have any relives at the time, and from a mixture of not wanting to be put in a foster home, and wanting to be as far away from the place of my parent's house as possible, I got myself smuggled out of the U.S.A.

I 'moved' to England. I wasn't easy, but I have my ways.

Yesterday I was looking through my parent's old things and found a journal that belonged to my mother. Missing her deeply I read through it and found that on numerous occasions she mentions other children that were older than me. That were my siblings.

This was a shock to say the least at first and I was sure that I had just misunderstood, but I couldn't shake the thought of it.

Growing up I had dazed memories of brothers, but I later convinced myself that I had just imagined them in my two year old mind.

But reading through these old letters, she talks about them quite a lot. She never said where they went, or what happened to them but she does express a lot of concern in her writing. Near the back of the book there's a page with an address on it. I followed it and that's where I am now.

~ (shaddy part over) ;~;

I sighed once again, finding nothing new in the words and shoving it back in my pocket. After looking over the apartment once again and finding nothing of interest I decided to dig deeper, checking the air ducts, under the counters, in the kitchen drawers, anywhere I could think of, still nothing.

I sat down on the couch thinking it was about time to give up,

'how foolish could I be? Looking for secrets in an old flat that I found the address to in my mother's journal from god knows how many years ago.'

The feeling of disappointment set in and I glanced around the room once more. I did a double take as something caught my eye. A floor board in the corner was a little out of place.

Dropping to my knees, I quickly dug my nails under the wood and pried up the board.

'What the hell?' I looked inside. A metal box laid there under the boards. I quickly reached down and pulled it up.

There was no lock, and it opened easily. There was a journal inside. Picking it up, I flipped to a random page near the back.

"Leaving with the privateers soon. Training's been tough but I'm sure it will be worth it. Leaving for Rook in mere hours."

I felt a smile tug at the corner of my lips as my eyes scanned over the words. Maybe I did still have a family after all.