Wednesday 9 January 2013

Curiousity

As promised, I have returned and given word that I've done so. My trip was odd. Very odd.

It was a few days before I got the real story from Yuna. The previous few days were spent listening to another three version of this story, though from her attitude as she told them, I didn't believe they were really what I was summoned for. Naturally, my disbelief upset her, but I was patient with her anger, and returned each day until finally, on the fourth day, I got the real story.

It was strange to look at her as she spoke. Her face...there wasn't the same trace of malice and derision in her expressions. She just looked sad. In that instant I knew I was talking to the sad little girl who missed how things were before. I couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy for her, in spite of everything I knew of her.

When her story was over, she spent a few moments composing herself before her cruelty returned to her. I can't tell you if it was a separate personality, a mood swing or a mask of a child who had just shown her heart to a stranger and wanted to pretend it never happened. Either way, I spent the rest of my time there refusing her advances and resisting her taunts.

However, two other advantages to my visit came about. The first was Yuna's collection of books. She allowed me to borrow a few books that made reference to the symbol. I have a feeling if I can track the owners of these books far enough, I'll be able to uncover more about this symbol and perhaps get some answers about what it is and where it originated from.

The second was a couple of days after my last talk with Yuna. A private detective, who had seen me entering and leaving her house, approached me about the issue. It seems he had a less favourable encounter with her not so long ago. I'll be sharing the details of this misadventure with you with the rest of the collection. He was able to point me in the direction of a little town just south of the Scottish borders, where apparently I'll stumble across something interesting. He's also promised to help me look into the history of the books Yuna lent to me.

It seems I'm not the only one who's curious.

I'll be heading south of the border in a few weeks. First I wish to recover from my last trip, gather my thoughts clearer, and perhaps begin writing the first story I've found for my collection.

Tuesday 1 January 2013

New Year, New Stories

I got the oddest present for New Years.

The envelope arrived this morning. I didn't recognize the handwriting, but once I opened it, I knew who it was. Inside was a pair of plane tickets, one for the journey across and the journey back, and a note. "Happy New Year, darling. I've got a present for you."

The only person who has called me darling that would be sending me plane tickets is 'Yuna'. Now, for those who recognize that name, you may think me foolish to take an invitation to her home. I'll admit, I'm quite concerned that it could be a trap. However, while she was rather forward with me during my last conversation with her, another note in the envelope, folded into a neat square, has piqued my interest too much to allow me to account so much for risks.

It read as follows:

"If I am as I was last we spoke, be patient with me. If I threaten you or make you feel uncomfortable, remain calm. I have a story to tell, and I will force myself to soften if it means I can finally remember it the way I'm supposed to."

I can't resist the pull of a story. I'm sorry if I come across as a fool, but I will not deny that I am foolish.

I'll be leaving in a few days for the trip, and I'll most likely book a hotel for my stay at least. If you do not hear from me by the end of this month, then curiousity has killed the cat and I'll unfortunately be unable to share whatever story she had for me.

Until next time, my friends, or not at all.