Mafia Princess

Vision Weaver

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  Lurching out of my bed in a cold sweat I jumped up and ran my fingers through my damp hair. Aubri. I threw my door open and ran to her room. As soon as I entered her room she shot up from bed in alarm.

  "Mi-mi?" she asked sleepily. Tears rolled down my face as feelings from my nightmare settled in with me. I sat on the edge of her bed and she scooted closer.

  "Aubri, I had a dream you died. But it wasn't really you," I whispered becoming more confused the more I talked. Her eyes softened and she gathered me in her arms. Like when I was younger and had a bad dream.

  "Tell me about it," she suggested. So I told her about it. The blonde hair. The magic. The Explosion. Her dissapearing. Me running. By the time I finished telling her the sun was barely peeking over the snowcapped mountains.

  "That happened, A really long time ago," She sighed. My eyes widened in surprise. I pulled away and stared at her.

  "So that Loony was right," I whispered. I mean the dream the night after he told the story made me believe, but there was still a part of me that didn't. Now my sister tells me its true. Great. Just great.

  "Loony?"  she asked with apprehension.

  "Anthony. I caught him looking for this," I explained holding up the milky moonstone around my neck when I said his name recognition settled on her face then she looked at the necklace around my neck.

  "The Moonstone of Carnisca, its been in our family for millenia. Only one member though has ever been able to wear it since our 6th great grandmother, who found it. You. The stone doesn't exactly give you any abilities but it really enhances the ones you already have and makes it easier to find the rest of your abilities," Aubri explained. I soaked it in and a million questions swirled in my head. 

  "Find the rest of my abilities?" I asked. She nodded calmly.

  "Of course. Being ressurected 88 times has it's advantages. Every time we come back we get a new ability that helps aid us in that life. When you get all your memories back you'll be able to access some of these powers," she explained.

  "Okay. So how do I get my memories back?" I asked quietly. Im not sure if i wanted to remember being killed 87 times or not.

  "I'm not sure. I was born with my memories and this is the first time you weren't. I'm not sure wh-" my sister stopped speaking abruptly and froze. She gently pushed me off of her and stood. Turning her head she looked at an adorably sleeping Nicoli for a moment before heading toward her closet as if she was in a trance. I followed after her curiously. Aubri tapped on the back wall and there was a clicking noise before it opened into a nice sized room. Colorful tapestries of all kinds lined the walls overlapping each other. In the middle of the room was a beautiful ornately carved redwood loom. Against the wall beside it were hundreds of built in boxes. They took up nearly an entire wall. Aubri sat down in a chair and stared at the loom for a second before she turned to look at the boxes on the wall. My sisters eyes began to glow a bright luminous blue then the boxes opened and different colored strings began to stream out of them and onto the loom. Then my sister began to work in her trance like mode.

  "Amelia. The ability to weave the future into tapestries," I murmured. It looks like she's going to be awhile. With a sigh I turned on my heel and feasted my eyes on the visions hanging on the wall. Surprise filtered through my body when I saw the familiar scene of the night my father announced my engagement I had no clue about. I was amazed at the detail in my sister's work and the raw emotion on my face as my father spoke was scary. Betrayal and anger prevailed all else and my hands were balled into fists in the tapestry. I shook my head at that and lifted it. A gasp came from my mouth as I saw our home being attacked by the Marks. It was as if she had been a fly on the wall in that main entrance and I could see myself rushing from my fathers office. Shaking my head I stepped away the wall just in time to hear a cry come from my sister's bedroom. She was still in her trance so I rushed toward my crying nephew. When I walked into Aubri's lavender themed room I was surprised to see Nicoli out of his crib and on my sister's bed. I scanned the room and didn't notice anything different. I frowned and scooped the curious tot up.

  "Good morning Nicoli. How did you get on mommy's bed?" I asked expecting no response. He just layed his curly head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me sleepily. I smiled and walked to the kitchen while Nicoli played with a strand of my hair. When I tried to set him in his highchair he held on tighter. With a soft sigh I got him a bowl of warm cereal and only then did he let me set him down. While he ate I started on french toast, bacon, eggs and fruit for my sister and I. By the time my sister emerged from her bedroom both Nicoli and I had finished our breakfast hours ago and were watching t.v. I looked up at her and frowned. She looked really tired and hungry.

  "Your food is on the warmer," I told her gently. She smiled thankfully and rushed to the kitchen to eat. With a sigh I waited and stared listlessly at the t.v. waiting for my sister to finish eating. Hopefully she'd tell me what was on the loom. After a little while Aubri came back and she was paler than usual. Nicoli crawled from me to his mom and he cuddled into her.

All my chapters from this point on will be only visable to my followers. I really want to protect this story because it's been my baby for 5-6 years Yea i know that's a loooong time but it'll be worth it in the end won't it? I think so :)