Aiya stood up and took her cloak off, setting it on her chair as she started searching the library for certain books after collecting a bunch of old random history books and some other random subjects she started digging through them at a pretty fast pace. A librarian stopping by to ask her why she wasn’t in class but aiya gave her a look that pretty much said “don’t bother me” and the library gave up and walked off.
After the first two books were scanned and searched through not so thoroughly she sighed and moved them off to the side and picked up the tube and opened it slowly. She saw one noticeable object but didn’t see the things at the bottom. Shaking it a bit she dumped the contents on the table. The first and largest item was a rolled up cloth of sorts, or possibly a really old parchment. It was tied with an old string.
The second item to fall out afterwards was a small book it seemed to have at least 10-15 pages and was no bigger than palm of her hand. Curious she picked it up and set the tube down, a little bit of a rattle happened when she set it down but was more curious about the book.
Opening the book she noticed it was a small picture album of sorts. Looking at the first picture she gasped a bit and dropped the book the picture was old but she remembered it well. The picture showed her as a little girl before her accident, she had medium length redish brown hair and her eyes were the same emerald green color. The picture was of her outside her house sitting on the lap of a teenage looking young man with short spiky navy blue hair wearing a formal looking outfit and they looked to be related a bit.
Aiya’s mind started racing, she couldn’t figure out what was going on, taking one of the history books she looked for a specific event, flipping from page to page scanning everything faster and faster then stopped. She completely had forgotten her heritage and was looking for the wrong event. Going to the back of the book she looked through the index until she found what she was looking for.
She put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound she made so the librarian wouldn’t bother her some more she sobbed a bit thinking to herself.
I should have known… certain things were familiar, other things were different but that’s what happens when this much time passes, what is this scroll thing, why did the head have it… what of my family
Grabbing the scroll she untied it, unwrapping it and laying it as flat as she could on the table. After careful inspection she noticed it was a family tree of sorts. Looking down it she tried to find at least her parents name, which only took a moment to find. Looking closer she looked at the date, she already knew about her parent’s death but not much about the rest of her family.
Looking down a little bit further she looked for her name, it was odd to her, her name didn’t have a death date on it. She always expected that they would just declare her dead, they had no evidence of her being alive after the accident, or at least with her own knowledge. Her name was at the far right, looking from right to left she looked at the names of her sister’s, all of them which she found were deceased.
But at the far left she found the name of her oldest sibling and her only brother. After looking away from the paper a couple of times she noticed that he was still alive and hopefully well. She moved her head away as the tears rolled down her cheek as she covered her face a bit trying to keep her composure. Her mind going back to memories of the past.
I’m home, but I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know if my brother will even remember me, if I can even locate him that is. What do I do… what do I do..
She rolled up the family tree and retied it carefully then dumped the last of the contents out of the tube which consisted of a locket that she opened and on one side she saw a picture of her mother and father, and the other a picture of her older brother she sighed a bit then closed it then she put it around her neck but tucked it under her shirt so it wasn’t completely noticeable.
The last item was a ring, it had a small note attached to it which read -
Ev ouin naytehk drec drah oui'ja vehymmo lusa pylg rusa. vydran dumt sa du gaab drec lummaldeuh uv drehkc zicd eh lyca oui lusa pylg cu oui ghuf ouin rusa ev oui ghuf du lusa caynlrehk vun ed un ev ed zicd vehtc oui e fecr oui milg
Translation - If your reading this then you've finally come back home. father told me to keep this collection of things just in case you come back so you know your home if you know to come searching for it or if it just finds you i wish you luck Aiya put the ring back into the tube along with the scroll but left the photo album out as she flipped to the next page, it was a picture of her sitting on her fathers lap reading a book. She smiled a bit but didn’t want to look at the rest of the pictures yet she put the book back in the case. Her mind was still in a jumbled mess she sighed as she thought to herself
How long have I been gone, its been so long but I don’t know where to start with this anymore.
The shock finally hit her full force as she sobbed quietly, laying her head down on the table but not on the books she didn’t want to move, she couldn’t focus on what was going on around her, she ignored all of her senses including the semi-alarm at the nearby power near her.