I find my way ... back to you (S1 Ep.13-12)

Sunday, December 22

The plan was made, today was the day to surprise Diane. But it was not the only plan. For sure!

With the Christmas party of town taking place today, the hope that everyone was involved in the event gave life to my plan. After lunch, I went to Mrs Beatrice’s house. "I don't know how, but I have to find the entrance to the Ancestral Library."

Joan's family is one of the oldest in the region, if not the oldest. According to the stories, these lands were discovered by a family of whose origin little is known, only that by founding the village worked the soil for food and to created shelters, not only for them, as for all those who seek asylum. There are no hierarchical family records, there are not many moments shown in images, nor in factual texts. There are simply many tales, stories.

But nevertheless, each year, at the holy season the family matriarch attends the party, saluting and endowing everyone with her presence. Ever since I can remember that this task is assigned to Joans’s grandmother. It is a tribute, not only because they are the largest producer of oil in the region, as for helping to create other jobs, for accepting trainees each year in their factories, helping in the training of young people and for the various social work developed. The family of Joan is basically the heart of this city.

Yet being, Mrs Beatrice doesn't live in the centre of the city, likes her tranquillity close to her olive groves, in their vineyards. And something told me that much more were hiding in this land than just the secrets of the best olive oil.

When I arrived the gates were open, next to them was the doorman. I remembered last year have come here and Joan told as her grandmother liked to receive visits, she likes to see the joy on their thru a smile in their faces for a simple Christmas decoration. Although the decorations around here are not, at first sight, that simple. It's amazing, the attention they give to details. Looks like a magical Kingdom, like the North Pole. And with this thought, I came back to my goal. I was lost in the enthusiasm, I wanted to see all the garden, but my coming here had a purpose, so I snuck up to the Mausoleum.

Although down there were some people, this part was sealed at the beginning of the stairs. It's not the first time I climb through the bushes, although this time it cost a little more. However, here I am. "It's time to look for an entry, a loophole…"

Seth: You shouldn't be here.

Rose: Ah… Mikhael… Sorry, professor Seth, scared me, I thought you were ...

Seth: It was one of the security guards!

Rose: Yes!

Seth: I am one of the security guards. - With a loofah of his finger pointed at the symbol on the coat.

Rose: Sorry, but I'm not going anywhere. – Although with all the embarrassment of the situation, his gesture made me smile. I controlled myself and kept going. - I need answers, I can't sleep, I have too many questions that torment me - looking at his sweet face, his mere presence made me implode, raced my heart and, at the same time, reassured my mind. It was like I felt him, he was part of me and I of him…. Then broke out a little voice in my head, "it's all illusion, Joan is the source of this feeling, Joan put a false reality in your mind to distract you, wake up! Wake up!” - Either you can help me, or you're going to have to drag me to the outside.

Seth: To take you out wouldn't be needed that much strength. – His soft monotone tried to disguise the sweetness in his eyes, the concern he felt in every word.

Rose: I know there's an Ancestral Library here, I need to see it! Please take me there!

Seth: I can't do that. - His words gave me the certainty that I needed.

Rose: Please!

He looked at me as if he saw my soul as if he could feel my despair, my duality. I wanted him close to me, but I feared him. My only refuge, my safe haven, now haunted me. Look at him made me hate Joan, the pain that she caused by plucking the sweet memory of Mikhael of my thoughts, of my dreams.

Rose: You don't understand. I fear to lose my mind. Elizabeth's words take more and more truth - With a sigh, I fell on my knees, the anguish became so heavy. – I feel empty ... - I wanted to tell him that he was my safe haven, with him the pain in my chest disappeared. With his touch, I felt hope. - Please. - With both hands caressed my face and raised it in his direction. – It was ripped out of me my refuge. It was taken a part of me... I need answers. I'm lost. - Despite my effort, the tears fell thru my face.

Seth: It's going to be okay Rose, you can trust me.

Rose: How I wish I could.

Seth: And you can ...

He looked me in the eye, leaving transparent his vulnerability. His traits stay imprinted on me. I've felt this before. Just knew it. How? I don't know ... His voice, his smell... Are you real or an illusion created by Joan?!