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I hope you enjoy this chapter it ended up covering less than I had originally hoped, but I hope to introduce more characters and add more of the main plot in the following chapters.

Chapter 1

My stomach twisted inside me as the sea swept me up into it's depths away from the land where my parents stood waving their good-byes, now growing to far away for my eyes to be able to see them clearly. I wasn't used to such a feeling, away from them. I found my self clutching my stomach, in a failed attempt to stop it's sharp pain.

"Sea sick?" asked another passenger standing farther up on the bow.

I smiled in an attempt to hide my laughter. Sea sick? Hah, only once could I ever recall that and I like to think of as the fault of the clams I had in London before boarding. "No just a little.." I struggled for words there. What was it home sickness? Independence? No anticipation, what was my once dear Mineral Town now, seven years later? Would the residents accept me coming? I knew my father wasn't exactly a favorite or a friend really with my Uncle, but what did the others in the town think? Would their prejudices affect me?

The man's quick wave caught my wandering mind pulling it back to reality. "Sorry," I murmured.

"You know sometimes going to the stern of the boat can help. Once I got sick on a boat and-"

"Yea I think I'll try that," I mumbled quickly walking away from the chatty old timer. I didn't need to hear about his procedures of up-chucking.

Back at the stern it was slightly busier than at the bow, a few people scattered scarcely around it. I found myself moving to the side gazing out at the horizon like some many times before.

It wasn't a long trip to the island but even so the trip seemed exceedingly fast. As the island came in to view for the first time I found for once I worrying about my appearance. My ripped jeans were hardly suitable for a 'family reunion' along with my waist length black braided hair I probably looked like a hoodlum. I quickly straightened out any wrinkles in my tank top, fiddled with my bangs scraping them away from my eyes fixing my bandanna and anything else that could possibly make a difference.

"You look fine ma'am."

I turned to see the same talkative old man looking over at me. Annoyance shot through me but I keep my composer as I gave a slight nod of thanks before trying to return my eyes to the oncoming island.

"You meeting a boyfriend on the island?" the man prodded.

Did he ever give up? "No," I replied shortly.

"Oh, then may I ask why such a young lady as yourself would be coming to this little island?"

"I have some family here," I said really wishing the man would leave his mouth shut. When the shake of the ships motion stopped I almost bent down on my knees and thanked the Goddess right there. All previous queasiness forgotten my mind rushed. "Nice meeting you," I lied quickly cutting him off from some rambling as I fetched my bags and worked my way off to the dock as quickly as possible.

To my surprise I was the only one to get off as the boat pulled away, I shrugged it off looking at the beach before me. I smiled slightly the familiar beach; it gave me hope that the town ahead of me was still the same.

North from the beach was a town square, I quickly checked the billboard in it for the location of my Uncles Poultry Farm and headed off. The brick path that I had decided to follow first lead me to field of cows and sheep. Yodel Ranch if my memory from the map didn't fail me, I peaked around a bit but no one seemed to be in sight. As far as it seemed Mineral Town was a fairly deserted place so far. Soon the moo's of the cows faded, and were replaced with the flustering sounds of birds ahead. Those coming from the Poultry Farm, my destination.

I hesitated as I turned into the dirt road of my new home, knocking on the door I waited for a reply. I was almost about to think the whole town had fled at the news of my arrival until the door flung open before me. A lanky fellow stood at the door his sandy hair ruffled with feathers was splattered over his thick glasses. Who was easily recognized as my Uncle Rick, funny he hadn't changed much.

"Is this Cyri?" he asked a smiled appearing on his face.

"Ye-yeah," I smiled awkwardly at him. I cursed myself never being one for good first impressions.

He motioned for me to go inside taking my bags as I did so. "You're a spitting image of your father you know that?" he commented on my darker skin and dark hair I assumed. I could pick up the small resentment though in that single statement. The tension my father brought into my Uncle was beyond me.

"So I've been told," I smiled as politely as I could. "But I have my mothers eyes," I added pointing out my own pink tinged eyes. Personally I always found it made me look slightly like a demon especially in the dark, bright pink and dark hair...

He smiled at that though, "that you do."

"DADDY!" a loud shrill voice pierced the air followed by the tumbling of steps down the stair case. "Cayenne is trying to get me to put the chickens away again! When it is clearly her turn!" The arriving girl squeaked. When I first saw her I immediately thought of my mother. She girl had short pink curly locks, sprawling around her face just as my mothers I imagine once was, but her spoiled winy voice quickly pulled out the flaws with in her.

"Dahlia.." Rick glowed red with embarrassment at the girls behavior. "This is your cousin Cyri," he motion to me but I gave no signal I'd seen it. My eyes still fixed on this new girl, I remembered little from my childhood here in Mineral Town and how annoying my cousin wasn't in the select memories. "Cyri this is Dahlia, one second and I'll go fetch Kar- your Aunt." he hesitated at the end, it was easy to tell he wasn't used to being a host.

As he disappeared into the back room Dahlia stomped her feet on the floor impatiently, "but Daddy!" She called after him. She let out a long failed groan and I honestly feared what the rest of this family was holding in store. "So who are you again?" Dahlia asked her thin eyes finally lying on her cousin.

"Uh I'm Cyri your fathers-"

I stopped as she scrunched her nose up almost disgusted, "where'd you get that ugly name?"

My jaw dropped, what a brat!

"Cyri this is Cayenne," Rick entered once again, how such a soft toned father ever gave birth to that.. that thing was beyond me.

My eyes now fell to the young women now standing next to my Uncle, Cayenne I assumed. A more reserved girl with dirty blonde hair short at the nape of her neck lengthening as it came forward to frame her face. She immediately gave a off better impression than her stuck up sister. She gave a simple smile and nod in acknowledgment before Rick continued.

"And this," Rick continued, "is my wife Karen."

The women deeply resembled Cayenne was standing proud at Rick's side as she looked me skeptically over. I could only place her face in few family memories.

"How about you help Cyri with her bags Cayenne, we'll be setting up dinner soon." Karen said looking expectantly at her daughter who gave a shy nod and went to pick up one of Cyri's bags.

"It's okay I got it," I rushed over to grab it from her. She looked confused but didn't protest just gave a small nod and lead me up the stairs. I could still feel Karen's eyes on my back making a shiver run down my spine. Something about that woman was seeming off...

Upstairs lead to a thick hallway with two doors on either side of it, but Cayenne didn't lead me into either of the expected doors but to the very end of the hallway and stopped. Confused I followed her gaze to the side wall. What I saw an almost invisable door on few stairs up from the rest of the floor hidden in the folds of the wall I stepped up and slowly turned the door knob.

"We used to use it as a sort of attic," Cayenne explained shyly. "I'm sorry, that it's not much."

"I'm sure it's fine," I smiled as politely as I could as she opened the door all the way and crammed myself inside. I had to admit it was a little cramped, with wooden rafters above on the slanted ceiling and half dry-walled wooden walls. Dangling in front of me from the ceiling was a small light bulb, Cayenne pulled on the chain allowing it to dully flicker to life. Revealing a few dusty boxes in the corner taking up most of the space single bed and with a dusted mattress crammed into the corner of the room. What looked like a bed stand sat next to it, there was a small window at the top of the short wall to my right covered mostly by boxes and too dusted to see out of.

"Oh my," Cayenne's eyes widened. "I thought Dahlia had cleaned.." she scanned the room looking embarrassingly at Cyri. "This wont do.."

"No it's fine," I assured. "Look all it needs is a little cleaning up nothing to worry about. I've lived in worse."

Her eyes widened, "really?"

I nodded, "no worries. Mind fetching me a mop and bucket? It'll be cleaned up in no time."

"But you're a guest!" Cayenne protested.

I shrugged, "I'm family you can let it slide."

She didn't look reassured but slipped away out of the room only to return moments later with two mops and a bucket of soap water. "You don't have to help-"

"I'd feel horrible if I didn't," Cayenne murmured reluctantly handing me the other mop. I liked Cayenne, her kindness was almost making up for the lacking on her sisters part. Though a little quiet and unsure of her surroundings, Cayenne was a nice girl.

"So how old exactly are you?" I asked her as I started the floor.

"Fifteen."

"And your sister?"

"Sixteen."

"Ah," I replied she wasn't exactly one for conversations. "I'm sixteen as well," I attempted once again at the conversation but she just nodded frivolously moping away.

It didn't take long for the floor to be finished, I eyed the walls a little before lifting the mop off the ground and doing them as well. Cayenne didn't exactly look thrilled at the idea but must have seen some point in it as she followed along.

"Girls time for dinner!" called a voice from down stairs. We quickly made our way down the stairs and to the dinner table. One look at Dahlia and her horrible disfigurement instantly shot my own mood down.

Too my surprise though she managed to keep her mouth for the most part shut as her father and my newly reunited grandmother Lillia questioned me about my life since loss of connection between us. Mostly where we had been, how life had been and how Popuri was fairing. I gladly answered their questions, reassuring my mother was fine and as happy as ever, and the growing success of my father's job.

Once supper was finished me and Cayenne quickly got back to work upstairs, the room was spotless by the end of the night. Lillia had stopped by with some apologies of her houses stature and how she had been saving for Gotz to help with an upgrade. I just smiled and nodded reassuring her of my status as Cayenne stepped out of the room only to return a few minutes later with some bed sheets.

Lillia smiled, "my my, what a darling you are Cyri. Popuri would have cut my head off if she had been treated as such. It must be your fathers influence."

I just smiled though I could agree, I could hardly see my mother complaining. After some of the previous hotels we'd stayed in, Popuri making a big deal out of this one was unlikely. Cayenne waited patiently for her grandmother to finish up before they both filed out with a quick 'good night' and directions to the where wash room was. I nodded thankfully before closing the door behind them.

I fell onto my newly made bed. "What a day," I sighed aloud. I laid there for a while thinking about the long summer days ahead of me. It definitely wasn't the fantasy get away, happy family reunion I'd hopped to obtain. I rose from my creaky bed and rummaged through my bags for my bath supplies and heading down to the wash room.

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