The Unfinished Story by Char Marie Adles (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📕

The Unfinished Story
By: C. M. M. A.
Ó 2009 - 2010My very first book is in
honor of my mom.
I love you so much mom,
Thank You <3


And to my middle school where I
Learned I wanted to be
A writer <3

Panorama Middle School


“Who knows what’s out there in the world? Anything is
Possible and even when impossible,
There will always be a way”


- C.M.M.A.Chapter One
Two paths intertwine


Spain 1904, Black Rose Castle


Two paths intertwined.
One that reaches across time
Together the red string will tie them to thee
Through a star she will come to him
Love will be their guide
In loss
And in time


I hummed the lullaby and closed my eyes wishing I could remember the rest of it. It was beautiful, filled with love and anguish. I couldn’t remember where I heard it before, but it seems as if I had known it forever.
I walked along the darkened halls of the old family castle, picturing myself living here. I couldn’t, but perhaps in time…
I found myself drawn to the door at the end of the hall in which I was walking. I laid my hand against the cool dark wood, and pushed. The door opened with a small click. The room was small and empty, but for the one desk that sat to the far wall. I walked up to the desk, and smoothed a hand over its surface. It looked very old maybe from the thirteenth century.
I opened the only drawer and found a small black book bound in red ribbon. I picked up the book and with a single tug the ribbon fell it the floor.
I opened the book.
I read a page slowly turning to the next page. The paper was so thin and faded, it must been very old. The language it is written in was Spanish and so it must have belonged to one of my family members long ago. The date on the top of the page date was September 1st in the year 904 AD, Japan.
Nearly a thousand years old.
I started reading the first page.

Today was a hot day here in Spain, I was helping my dearest friend in the garden with her flowers when she went in to make lunch. But I wandered off to the pond to look at the fish. I was in a long dress today because today was the Day of Lights. I reached for a flower that had fallen into the pond and fell in. I felt as if I was being burned and frozen to death at the same time as I ran out of air. As my vision started to darken and fade I saw a person swimming towards me. I believed I was dreaming this, but when I came to, I found myself in a strange room. I found out later today that I had come back to ancient Japan. And that the young lord of the estate that I was being taken care of on, saved me. He was so beautiful that it was hard to look at him for long. He always wore a traditional black kimono when he came to see me when I woke. He seemed so relieved but when he talked to me, I couldn't understand. He stayed by me the rest of the day and we ate together. And I felt odd as he smiled at me and left me to go to bed.

So this must be a story of someone who traveled back into time, I thought.
I read a few more pages and then tied the ribbon back around the small book.
I put the book in the pocket of my jacket and continued to walk around the castle. It was big and I knew there was no way I could finish looking around by the end of the week. I heard the clock in the ballroom strike three and I walked up the never-ending staircases to the great hall of the castle and to the room that was my mother’s. I stared at the painting of my mother over the mantle of the fire place.
She was beautiful with her hair the color of moonlight and eyes the color the midnight sky. Thin ,tall and perfect.
I have her face and her eyes, but my hair is raven black and my short height wasn’t helping.
I changed into one of her dresses and corsets. It was long, but it fit just right.
It was made of pale pink silk and pale yellow silk with roses sewn into it. It must have been from one of her past balls.
When I was done, I walked through the long hallway and found my way to the outside grounds.
I wandered into the misty rose garden, walking along the walls covered in roses of all colors: red, white, yellow, pink, blue, and the rarest—the black ones. I reached out to touch the black rose, but as I touched it I felt a small sharp pain. I pulled my hand back to see blood dripping from my finger. I had cut myself on the rose.
Damn.
A rustling came from behind me. It was from the bushes on the west side, and on the other side was the forest of the estate, known for its hunting season, when the wolves were about. I was told tells by the servants, of the forest. It was not a good thing to be alone when you were around them. The wolves were said to be murderess.
Oh no! I’m alone out here!
I turned around to see three huge, angry looking wolves; their fur brisling and mouths foaming. They growled and bared their yellow blood stained teeth at me. Snapping and snarling, eyes glowing an unearthly green. They seemed to enjoy this.
Well I’m not!
I began to panic. I picked up my skirts and started to run. It was too late when I realized that the castle was the opposite way. I ran and the moment I realized, as I looked back that there was no more ground in front of me, but a pond. I fell face first in to the freezing black water, the heavy dress pulling me down into the deep waters of the pond. Black icy water enclosed around me, causing my lungs to burn with the need for air. My body was numb and my mind numbing as well. I couldn’t move anymore so I gave up the struggle. As I sank lower towards the bottom of the pond I wondered if anyone knew or cared that I was here.
My vision dimmed and started to darken around the edges; then I saw someone swimming down towards me.
I must be dreaming of what happen to the girl in the book. That’s it…I must be dreaming…
The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the most beautiful, breath taking pair of sliver eyes.


*~*~*~*~*


At first the only thing I noticed was the pounding in my head, then came the feeling of sickness, then the memory of drowning.
I shot up in the bed, eyes wide taking in what was around me, and then regretted it when the sickness and dizziness came back. I fell back against the bed with a thud and groaned.
I closed my eyes trying to make since of what I saw. I was in a room, but this room wasn’t one I had ever seen before. The style wasn't that of the castle rooms in the western style. And what I was laying on wasn’t a bed but a…futon.
I put my hand over my eyes. This is a dream! This is a dream…but then why does it hurt?
I heard running footsteps coming from somewhere to my left and a door sliding open.
Someone knelt next to me and I felt a hand being placed on my forehead.
They must have heard me.
I opened my eyes to stare into a pair of beautiful sliver eyes and the face of a man just as beautiful.
He jumped back as soon as I opened my eyes and stared at me. He was Asian, but also I dare to think European the way his features were defined and his eyes…
Then he started to say to me. He spoke Japanese.
“Are you okay, young Lady? I saved you from the lake, earlier ,although I did not expect to find you awakened so soon.” then he rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t think you understand me, do you?”
I could understand him just fine, it was just that I couldn’t find my will to speak. I was too tired. I looked away from him to myself and where I was laying. Then I noticed that I was no longer wearing my clothes, but only a thin robe. I looked at him again to see his cheeks stained with red before I passed out.
I fazed in and out many times, but it didn’t last long when I did. But every time I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful woman with honey colored hair that seems to be around the age of thirty or forty.
She always would look at me and smile, humming a soft lullaby. I no longer saw the young man.
I no longer kept track over how many times I passed in and out and woke. Time seemed endless to me now. I no longer knew if it had been hours or days.
I opened my eyes this time to see no one was in the strange room. I got up from the futon, my legs shaking as I stood.
I looked around and found a thicker robe. I tied it about me and left the room. The hallway was open to the outside, making it more of a walkway. Everything was so big and spacious.
With just one good look around I could tell that I was no longer in Spain. The mountains and scenery was enough to tell me that and as I looked around me I realized it looked just like the pictures in a book I had read on Japanese history. But everything seemed new. This place wasn’t Spain. Oh no, it was Japan. And this was the Fujiwara Mansion.
I felt myself turn frozen at the thought, with shock and panic.
Don’t think about it…don’t think about it…don’t think about it…
I walked around the mansion for some time looking for someone, but I found no one. I looked to the sky to see that the sun was rising. It must be about six AM. I continued to walk and