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Translavia the Story

by katie bell

Rated: E · In & Out · Fantasy · #1572270

Just a story that i made up

Katherine-Isabelle Savopoulous's Point of View
I sat at the window, waiting for his return. I was 12 then and didn't fully understand the cruelties of the world. The longer I sat the more anxious I became. 'What wonderful gift will Daddy bring home this time?' I had thought to myself as Dominick entered the room.
Silently, he sat down on the stool next to me, peering out the other window. The clock chimed in the fourth hour as Christalee walked in to the room, perfect timing. With a nod from the two of us, she sat down and began playing the grand piano.
It was my mother’s tune. Apparently she taught it to Christalee before she passed away in labor with me. My father like to say I was the last thing she saw, but I’ve heard otherwise.
I was lost in the song when the telephone rang. Dominick jumped to answer it. Quickly, he ran to the other room, “Savopoulous residence, Dominick Dame speaking.”
After many “yes, I understand” s he walked back into the room, a dismayed expression crept over his face. I knew then that something was wrong, “Dominick, what is it?”
He didn’t respond. He stared down at my ruby ring, then looked at the diamond cross that was around his neck. Christalee must have understood that we needed a moment alone, because she left then.
He looked up at me when she had left and fully closed the door behind her. “Our fathers- Katie, there’s no easy way to explain this…” he began with a tear in his eye.
“Just say it! Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Our fathers,” he began again, “They’re … away” his saddened voice didn’t even help me understand. I was in denial.
“I know they’re not here. But they’re due home any minute!”
The doorbell rang then. I assume Christalee answered it. Within seconds King Arvik of the fairfolk walked in. “Have you had time to explain?” he looked over at me. I understood then.
A shock went through me as I realized I’d never see my father again. I searched my mind for the last words I’d said to him. I was absolutely sure they weren’t ‘I love You”,
Between tears and sobs I asked every question imaginable that began with ‘why’. “Why him? Why both of them? What at such a young age? Why did he have to leave me? Why?”
Arvik was still looking at me. “It was his time.”
“No, it wasn’t!” I screamed back as I ran to my room. I tore open the door and let myself fall to my bed.
As I laid on my satin pillow I stared up at my canopy, his last gift to me. Dominick walked in and looked at me with both, shame and guilt. His bright blue eyes no longer looked lively, but twenty years older. Silently, I turned my music on and sat down beside me. HE reminded me of my father. His dark brown hair swept past his shoulders and onto my face as he began to lean over.
I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead his face sharpened more than usual. At that point I thought hw was going to scold me, but instead he said nothing. He just sat there, staring at me, as if trying to get a good look, thinking I was next.
I was the one who broke the silence, “D, you mad at me?”
“No, not really. I’m more mad at myself for not telling you straight out.” He paused, “ You know my birthday’s tomorrow.
“Mine too.” I said in a joyful tone, until I saw he gaze down at my ring.
“Katie, there comes a times in one’s life when everything fails. That’s now, at least for me. I understand that you have Christalee, so maybe you do have something, but, Katie, I have no one. I’m not going to make you be on my side, but I hope to your father in the world above that you’ll come to me when I feel I need you most.”
I nod, but say nothing, “Your father, the Creator of both the world above and our land, changed my life. The second I believed in him I was a new person.
“D, I’ve heard this all before. Where are you going with this.” I asked, my voice stressed.
“My father was one of the most powerful men that your father Created, yet he didn’t fully believe in him.—“
I interrupted, “You mean to tell me that Father Dame had little to no belief in my father? Father Savopoulous not only Created this world, but cared for it. HE was the one who forgave Father Dame each time he would wrong us. I know of the times when he would curse you for seeing, caring, and eventually, loving me. I know darned well that if the father had to pick their son’s lover, then I’d be his last choice, but-“ my voice rose with each word.
This time he interrupted me, “Would have been, Katie, would have been! It doesn’t matter what he thought. What matters is my initial question. Will you live with me? You’ll live like a Savopoulous but will become a Dame.”
“Are you asking for my hand in marriage, too?” my tone must have come out wrong, because he got up and headed for the door. “Wait, D, I love you. Yes, I’ll live with you. There is a catch,” I paused, “Christalee comes too.” I wiped my wet face with my sleeve and got up, turning off my music as I walked out the door.

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