Chapter 52

Kitty

Going to Egypt sounded exciting, but she felt something holding her back. Her parents. Were they still alive? Did they live to tell the dangerous tale? And, worst of all, would they still accept her if she showed up at their house? Probably not. Why should they? She had endangered their lives more then once - she didn't deserve them any more. But then one question that made her queasy was: Would they ever forgive her? Would they ever forget it and move on, or would they shun her for it? People weren't likely to forgive someone that almost killed them, even if that person was their daughter. THat was what troubled her most.

With these troubling thoughts going through her mind, Kitty stopped jumping and let go of Bartimaeus and Ptolemy's hands. What if her parents hated her? But it wasn't her fault...

"What if Mom and Dad abandon me?" she voiced her doubts aloud.

"They won't abandon you," Ptolemy comforted her. "You couldn't help what happened."

"I suppose. But what if they didn't make it at all? What if they never got out of the building?"

"I had them go out the back door." Bartimaeus assured her. "I saw them run from the building before it exploded. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been caught in it." Kitty looked the djinni in the eyes for a moment, and instantly knew he was telling the truth and nothing but the truth. His eyes looked like Ptolemy's but if you looked beyond the color, you could see a swirling void of blue, with yellow strikes of matter floating around in it, along with the current. It was a beautiful sight, and Kitty found she couldn't look away. After a while, she thought she could see the walls of Urk, the djinni known as Jabor, Prague, and for a minute she thought she could see Egypt itself, in its hayday. The things she saw...

But she was broken out of the spell when Bartimaeus broke the silence. "What?" He asked the comical question after a while.

"Oh, nothing." Suddenly, relization struck her. A rush of relief swept over her. Her parents were alive! They probably wouldn't like to see her again, but they were alive and well, and that was all that mattered. "Alright then. First, we'll go to their house and make sure they're alright. Then we'll go to Egypt. But before all that we loot the house of all the money Farrar has. That should be easy, and should cover out flying costs. Bartimaeus, you'll have to wear a guise of a bug and hide in our hair or something. If mum and dad don't want to come, Ptolemy, you're my husband. If they do come, you're our adoptive child. Neither of us know anything about magic. Got it?" Ptolemy nodded. With that, the three of them separated into three different area of Farrar's estate.

Kitty first looked in Farrar's main room. She had to have had something there, like a debit card or cash. Kitty hoped Farrar didn't hide her money away in safes.

Inside Farrar's room, Kitty looked around in the obvious places. First, the nightstands on either sides of her bed. The nightstand on the left side of Farrar's bed harbored two cents. Sighing in dissatisfaction, Kitty pocketed the two pennies and moved on to the right nightstnad. Kitty found twenty dollars in that one, but nothing more. She left her mess as it was. What was the point in cleaning it anyway? Farrar was dead, and she didn't have any family to speak of. But if the police stepped in, that's be a different story. If she left the mess the way it was, they would definately be able to tell someone had ramsacked her belongings.

As she gave one final look over the mess, Kitty spotted a desk opposite the bed and nightstands. She walked over to it, studied it without touching anything for a moment. There was nothing outstanding about it - it was just a desk. Paper were scattered over a calender cover, a jar of quilled pens were cupped in the right side front corner, which sat next to an open bottle of ink. THere was a blank piece of paper, which had been stained by a quil pen that had been dabbed in ink. Farrar must've been planning on writing something before she died, Kitty thought to herself. Without thinking, she began to search through the papers. She carefully removed the quil and paper from the desk. She threw them behind her and began her search of the papers on Farrar's desk.

One was wrinkled as though it had been folded, and the adressee to it was a woman by the name of Ilea. The handwriting looked familiar, but she couldn't place it. Kitty read the letter.

My Dearest Ilea;

I know the time has come for me to pass, and I'm ready for it. I've gone as high up into the government as I could, and I have found true love. You, my darling Ilea, are my one and only true love. We have been through tough times and happy times, we've been through everything a true couple could possibly go through. I know you believe I'm still in love with Kitty, but darling, those feelings for her have passed and won't ever come back. THe love I feel is for you and only you. Never again shall I love another. I want you to know that.

I have decided my course of fate, and now I must follow it.

I will love you always,

Nathaniel

Instnatly, tears began to swell in Kitty's eyes. Nathaniel had never loved her. He had loved Jane "Ilea" Farrar and no one else. Perhaps he had started to fall for Kitty, but Farrar quickly pulled him out of it. Through everything the two of them ha been through, Nathaniel had never loved her.

Kitty wanted to ressurect him, just so she could kill him.

Her tears drying, depression changing into anger, Kitty crumpled the paper inside her right hand and stormed off to find Bartimaeus or Ptolemy.

A/n

So, it's been a while. How ya'll doin'? I'm fine, just a bit of writer's block on only everything I've been writing lately. Oh well, at least I've updated again. That's a start. I have no idea who's chapter the next one is going to be, but you'll find out when you read the next chapter, won't you? Well, see you next time I decide to write. XD