I was speechless. What was I supposed to say about this? She handed me a card with writing on it, I read it, and don't know what to say. I had mixed feelings. All that was running through my mind was, "Is this really my mother? Is this really true?". Everything was still a blur. I was confused and wasn't sure if I understood anything of this letter. I wiped my eyes, and whispered to Lyria. "You must tell me this is all a dream. I can't handle all these sensations. They are ones I had not felt in a while.." Lyria smiled, or so it looked like it, and took my finger to point at the initials written on the letter. "I'm aware you do not know what these initials stand for, but I want you to guess." She hummed. I was honestly disgusted. I didn't mean to be rude, but I didn't recognize what she was humming. I knew it was probably supposed to be a lullaby my birth mother sang to me as an infant, but that was a very long time ago. "Lyria, this is real life. I can't just remember something that I haven't heard in years! Just tell me what you're getting at." I said, in a polite but angry tone of voice. "Oh Kera," she replied,

"You're not understanding."

"Oh, well, is it obvious?!"

"I was humming the lyrics your mother and father never finished. I know you wouldn't remember, but there was a chance."

"After all the years of me being passed around from parent to parent, my real parents are nowhere in my memory now."

"Princess,"

"I'm not a princess! Just, stop. I barely even know you, you say my mother is a queen, but it's difficult for me to believe everything you're saying. This is all so sudden, I don't know what to say nor do!"

 I dropped the letter on the ground, but I didn't mean to. I was just so frustrated with Lyria. It may have been hard to believe she wasn't lying, but somewhere in my mind I knew, I just knew she was being honest. My head was throbbing, my throat and mouth were dry, and I felt.. well, I didn't know what I felt. I had mixed emotions, mixed feelings, mixed sensations. "Lyria," I finally said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't ready for all this information. I want to go home."

"But Kera, I-"

"No, stop, I want to process all this before you say anything more. I'm sorry again."

I tried my best to smile, something I was unfamiliar with at this time, and picked up the letter from the ground. I yanked the door of the small tree-house open and walked towards the Cafe. There were still workers painting the road, cleaning it, whatever. I'm almost surprised they didn't notice the bright light that came from, well, apparently me. I bought a small coffee from Berny's Cafe and headed home. I felt like I was running, running away from my problems, running from Lyria and, well, everything. I was unsure of what to do once I got home, but I suppose I'm lucky my caretakers no longer ask me questions of where I've been, my day, and my life in general. It's not really sad or upsetting, I've gotten used to it. I've explained already,

nobody really pays attention to me.

 I entered the house of where I lived and went straight to my bedroom. At least, the room I stay in most of the time in which obtains a bed, closet, and school stuff. My 'parents' seemed to have been watching a movie in the living room, so I didn't want to bother. They're sort of 'rich', meaning they can enjoy movies from home on their big screen TV. "I bet my mother was wealthy. You know, being the queen and all." I said to myself,- I was starting to believe the whole thing at this point.  I set my stuff down, changed into more comfortable clothes, and laid in bed. More and more thoughts disappeared from my mind as I drifted to sleep for who knows how long. I was certainly tired indeed.