Alright, here's the second chapter, lovies. I do hope you have fun with this one. I liked writing it. Enjoy.
-LBLP
"Ah, Luna, you look more and more like your mother every day." He said, as Luna was escorted into the grand offices of 1900 Shenandoah Drive, also known as her father's private headquarters.
"What do you want, old man." Luna spat at him, taking the chance to let him know her disdain at his presence.
He chuckled, "You speak just like her, as well." Luna did not react to this, as usual. The man stopped his friendly efforts when he saw it was going to get him nowhere.
"Well, I think you know why I am here." He said, clearing his throat and putting his pen down.
"Enlighten me." She said, not moving from her spot nor changing her tone.
"I understand you have been searching fro your mother for these past few years," For the past thirteen years, Luna mentally corrected, "and I'm here to tell you personally that you can cease your investigation."
She said nothing, and waited for him to continue. She would not waste her voice.
"Your mother was found a week ago, washed up on the shores of Aberaeron Cardigan Bay. Obviously, she was dead." Luna narrowed her eyes at this weak confession.
"Aberaeron is in Wales." Luna said pointedly.
"Indeed, it is." Her father said simply.
"What was she possibly doing that led her to Wales?" Luna interrogated.
"I was hoping you could tell me." Her father said while checking his watch.
"Somewhere to be?" Luna said coolly, while finally decided to move around the room, being careful not to touch anything.
"Waiting for a call." Her father said back, eying her as she moved about the room.
"Your child, I presume?" Luna said while glancing over a few of his bookcases, and making mental of its contents.
"You know I have no children, save for you." The man said with a sigh.
"But I do believe you got remarried once you threw my mother onto the street to fend for herself, along with her child." Luna said, hoping her words were like daggers.
"Indeed I did, but she proved useless. I intend to rid myself of her soon." The man said, as if it were nothing.
It reminded Luna that the the man was nothing but a block of ice. If she were going to get anywhere, she sould have to change her tactics.
"It's such a pity for a man to die without contributing anything useful to the world," Luna said, tasting the acid from her tone in her mouth. She could see her father smile in her peripheral vision. She knew she got to him. The one thing he couldn't stand was not having power and being useless.
"Thankfully, I won't be dying anytime soon. So, I still have time to clean up my mistakes." He said, while removing papers from his desk and scribbling on them.
"I wouldn't be to sure about that." Luna whispered under her breath picking up a statue of Apate with her male counterpart, Dolos.
It was so misplaced within the cabin like offices. So different. And something about it drew her near it, disabling her ability to see anything else. As if the statue was meant for her, and only her.
"What was that?" He said, looking up and noticing the relic in his heir's hands.
"Can I have this?" She said, holding up the statue for display.
Surprised, the man said yes, "I don't ever remember buying that," he added.
"Probably one of your maids," Luna said, while walking towards the door.
"I do hope you'll listen to me, Luna. She is dead. You can stop your foolish investigation. She abandoned you, and you should do the same." He called out, knowing Luna didn't listen at all to his pleas.
"I saw no proof." Luna said, glancing back and seeing a tired, warn out man with grey hair and not much time. She walked out of the office, and got into the car that would bring her back home.
A sense of relief washed over her, and she knew it was wrong, but it was one less thing to stop her from her resources and freedom. One less thing getting in between her and her mother; and that was the only thing that mattered.
Finding mom is the only thing that would make sense of this mess; she thought to herself as the twenty two minute long ride unraveled before her eyes. At first, she looked out the shaded windows, and noted the scenery, in case it made its appearance in one of her dreams. Then, she remembered her relic. She took it out, and carefully stared at it.
She rotated it around and around, looking at every nook and cranny, every crevice and detail, until she found what she was looking for. She decided to wait for her arrival home to further investigate.
The car stopped to a halt in the middle of the road, allowing the minimal amount of cars behind the people honk their horns in utter shock and anger.
"This is where you get out." The brown haired one said in a hurry. Luna smiled and obliged.
Keeping the relic safely in her hands, she slipped out of the vehicle, and located her nearest street sign.
She clicked on her phone, and as soon as it turned on, she made instructions.
"Siri, find me directions from 48th Avenue Northeast / Northeast 39th Street to home." She said coolly into her phone, and the black car sped away faster than a train.
"Calculating…. Calculating... Calculating… Turn left onto Northeast 39th St/48th Ave Northeast. Continue to follow Northeast 39th Street for point one miles." The phone said in its cheesy British accent.
And it went like this. Luna stared intently at her relic, her fingers burning and her mind churning out countless ideas as to what could be inside. It took every ounce of her self control not to simply smash the statue and retrieve the contents inside of it.
This was the one thing Luna had almost no control of it. When she found something clever, something she was yet to understand, she poured her heart and soul into it until there was nothing left. Of her and the mystery alike.
But it was all she had, and all she was able to pride herself on; her cleverness. So if something were to come about that she did not understand; it would kill her anyways. And she would much rather die of eureka moments than die from failure to obtain knowledge. Not knowing; her arch enemy.
She carefully placed the relic back into her pocket, and grabbed her keys, seeing as she was at her doorstep. She carefully unlocked the door, and stepped into her house, and was greeted by a sight she could have lived without seeing.
Her faithful roommate, getting it on with his girlfriend. On her newly cleaned couch; and of course neither of them decided to keep an inch of clothing on them. At first, they did not notice, as they were too swept up in each other, then Luna sighed, and let her presence be known.
Jacob and his mystery girl stared back at Luna, eyes widened, and their tiny minds were struggling to form words of an apology.
Luna sighed; I have no time for this. I have to figure out what's in this statue.
So she ignored the ghastly deed being done on her couch, and shut herself in her room. She ventured into her closet, and took out all tools necessary in order to carefully extract the contents of the statue.
She took out a small hammer and a chisel, and carefully hammered into the mouth piece of Dolos, which had a small crack with a somewhat visible note inside of it.
Eventually, Luna had chiseled away enough of the mouth, turning it into a large gaping hole filled with blackness, and with tweezers and her latex gloves out, she removed the note from it. She places it onto her desk, and slowly unfolded the paper.
The results were not at all how she expected. Inside held a small piece of glass, in the shape of a sector of a circle. The piece of glass held but one clue on it: The letter C.
The paper, which was covered with sand, also held a clue. Once the excess sand was bushed off, the sand glued to the paper created a scene; a scene that showed a bridge, a waterway beneath it, and buildings in the backgrounds.
On the back of the card in red calligraphy, the sentence, Chwilio am Aeron was carefully written. Luna looked at the contents of the note once more, and shook the statue slightly to see if she missed anything.
Elated, Luna skimmed over her clues, and didn't notice when there were knocks at her door, that soon went away, and gave in to someone just coming in.
"Um, hi, Luna..." Jake said, like a guilty child who stole a cookie from the cookie jar and was caught.
"So, I take it it went well." Luna said, taking out her camera and taking close pictures of her clues. She wanted to be as thorough as possible.
"No, actually, Jane dumped me... that was Hazel..." Jacob said, clearing his throat and not knowing what to make of Luna's non-reaction.
"Oh you're ex, how lovely." Luna commented, sounding genuinely excited, which perplexed Jacob. Mainly because Luna despised Hazel.
"Well, I'll give you the money to clean your couch..." Jacob said, scratching the back of his head and shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"No big deal. I'll just buy a new one." She said, taking out her laptop and emailing a few friends for a few favors.
"Alright, well, I'll just be, um... are you hungry? Do you want food? I didn't eat anything, and-" Jacob was cut off by Luna waving him out of her room.
"I'm sure you've eaten, Jacob, Even if it doesn't really count as sustenance," Luna said with a small smile on her face. Sometimes she liked to joke around. But only when she was in a good mood. Which was almost never.
Jacob snorted, "You know, there are names for people like you."
"Uh-huh." Luna said, now putting the clues into safe plastic bags so she could bring them out. She got up out of her seat, and walked passed Jacob. She was in a rush to get this done. She found her new high; her new obsession. And she would do whatever it took to understand her clues. To go where she was supposed to go.
Her doorbell rang, and it was the brown haired man with the tinted glasses. Luna rushed passed him, not even caring for him. He was incompetent compared to her mystery. Her love. Her reason for existing. She had to stop herself from screaming out with joy.
She also didn't notice the other people, following her like shadows.
Her mind was too busy racing, her being too enticed, her existence too absorbed.
This, Luna thought to herself, this is interesting.
(A/N): Alright chapter two! I probably won't be updating as fast as I am now, but I'll do what I can. Do what you will with this. Review, admire it from afar, whatever you wish. Goodbye, fellow homo sapiens. I fare thee well. And I hope you all had good days today. If you didn't just remember that you're all beautiful. You deserve to have good days.
-LBLP