Chapter 4
Marcella's POV
"Marcella! Wake up!" shouted Lady Dragomir.
"What...what time is it?" I asked, still really groggy from last night. Ugh. Speaking about last night, my head is still a mess from all that weird information that I got. How did my ancestors ever give birth? Alien birth? Or what? I don't know! Aaaargh!
"Well, it's 7.45a.m., so if you don't get ready in 5 minutes your mother is going to find out you're late for breakfast!" What? I must have overslept! Oh dear. I quickly jumped out of bed I hurriedly made my way to shower and brush my teeth.
I took off my midnight blue nightgown and turn on the faucet for the shower. I stepped under the ice cold shower and sighed. It was so relaxing. I wish I could stay like this forever. But alas, we Mother's expectation of me was to come and I only had 5 minutes to prepare for her. At that, my head cleared and I stepped out of the shower quickly, taking my 100% cotton towel to dry myself. Then, I stepped out of my marble bathroom and got dressed as fast as i could. Gods! Why was i so untidy? I can't find anything in the mess I call my room! At last, I found my favourite sundress and put it on, grabbing my shoes before rushing out my palace wing, making sure to lock the door after me, before hurrying down to the dining room.
I struggled to put on my shoes while walking, simultaneously cursing my luck at waking up late. Oh right! I still had to investigate about my hidden bloodlines and stuff. I cursed my bad luck and ran into the dining room, only to see everyone staring at me with my frizzy hair and messed up clothes.
"Nice of you to join us at last Marcella! Have a seat and have your breakfast!" Mother told me with a rare smile on her face. Wait…. a smile? since when would she smile at me, even though that smile looked creepy. I looked at my mother again, before sitting down carefully, waiting for the camera's appear and tell me that I was being pranked. Then, wait for my mother to scold me for my tardiness and blah blah blah. But my mother's smiled never wavered. She gestured for the servants to serve me my meal before beaming at me again, telling me to eat up and stop being so thin.
This was getting weirder and weirder, I sat down on my seat as everybody gave my mother questioning looks. It was simply a miracle that she was actually being nice to me. What is going on? Have I travelled to a parallel universe? This is getting even more mind-boggling.
"Okay…", I rolled my eyes at my mother as a sign of defiance as I cautiously picked up my fork and spoon, eying my still smiling mother. This new look is definitely not working for her. I ate my bacon and eggs in silence as everyone eventually did the same. My brain was just going crazy, what in world is going on? Was my mother going through a midlife crisis? I personally think that she is still too young to go through that.
When I was halfway done with breakfast, out of nowhere, Mother asked what I had planned to do today. Everyone on the table, even the servants around turned and stared at her wide-eyed, surprised that she had even asked. It was so shocking, I felt a choke instantaneously. I, also, suddenly felt a need to walk to my mother and touch her forehead to check if she had a fever or not. After reconsidering it for a while, I decided not to as I don't think she would still like it, even if she was being superbly, extremely and weirdly nice to me today.
What in the blazes is going on right now?
Lady Dragomir's POV
"Well, it's 7.45a.m. so if you don't get ready in 5 minutes your mother is going to find out you're late for breakfast!"
I watched in disapproval as I watched Marcella walk hurriedly to get dressed and everything. That girl is always getting herself into trouble, I guess it was all part of being a legacy but...wait a minute, even though Marcella is always up to mischief, she would never be late for breakfast, ever. She treasured her breakfast way too much to ever be late for it. Which means that she must have stayed up late. But for what reason exactly? It must have been important enough for her to almost skip breakfast and the only I could only think of that would be that important would be...no. It couldn't be, she would not have known that she was a legacy, that would be absurd. But I couldn't help to think about the possibility that she had. My train of thought stops as I watch Marcella come out of the bathroom, change and dashes out of the room to her breakfast.
I knew about Marcella's long bloodline. I was part of her complicated bloodline. I am actually a wood nymph from camp half-blood. Since Marcella has begin to suspect her history, I would need to get her to camp half-blood soon. I sighed inwardly. I would need to inform Queen Sally and King paul first before I could take her anywhere. I would also need to explain everything to Marcella...
Sigh… I need to explain it to her soon...
Queen Sally's P.O.V
I beamed at my daughter as she walked into the dining room. She was late. Unusual… Never mind… I suppose it was her legacies acting up again. And they were her legacies. I know, I used to believe that my darling boys would have the legacies. But turns out, it was Marcella. Last night, I had a dream of my mother, who told me that Marcella would contain all the legacies at full power.
"Eat up darling… You look too thin…" I trailed off, looking at my daughter, who actually looked thin. I sighed. They were all my children, even though one was not of my own. As a mother, I should have cared for them, yet i ignored the other in favour of the one I thought would be the legacies carrier. I sighed again.
"Okay…" She rolled her eyes at me. Even though I did not know Marcella well, it hurt that my own daughter would disrespect me. I sighed yet again and continued to watch her. I saw her pick up her fork and begin to eat, before I started to eat as well.
An awkward silence reigned and I clear my throat, to break the silence. I then turned to Marcella. "Sweetie, what are your plans for today?" I asked. Everyone turned to stare at me with wide eyes. I ignored all of them, my eyes centered on Marcella and only Marcella. She looked at me with wide eyes and started to choke slightly, taking a sip of water before looking at me again.
Don't get me wrong. I loved Marcella a lot. But I had to think of the legacy carrier first. So turns out it is Marcella. Therefore, I would have to send her to Camp Half-Blood as soon as possible. She was my baby girl. I have to keep her safe for as long as i could.
Sigh… I need to explain it to her soon…
