"Okay, so where should I start. Umm... Maybe I'll ask that butler over there," Onni thought. "Excuse me, but do you know where I can find the archives. I'm a guest here and I thought that I could find out more on the family?"
"Well sir, if you carry on down this corridor, turn left and go through the second door on your right. You should find the archives, hope that helps,"
"Alright thank you for the help,"
"My pleasure sir,"
"Okay, so let's turn left and find the second door....There!" The room was huge with tons of document in thousands of file cases. How was he going to find one file about his mother through tons of other files? "Umm... Let's see if these are in alphabetical order...Yep, they are, phew. So let's find M.....there, okay now it should be a little easier," Onni flicked through the M section until his fingers were sore, then he spotted it. The Marit Annsla file. Onni picked up the file, his hands were shaking with anticipation, and he was finally going to find out the information he needed. "Here goes..," Onni carefully opened the document to see a picture of his mother; she looked sad and deep in thought. He looked underneath the picture to see her identity card and some extra paragraphs with more pictures. Onni carefully read the file, making sure he understood every word so he could tell his father.
Age: 42 (deceased)
Way of death: committed horrendous crimes and was punished.
Crime: Marit Annlsa tortured people, for calling her a witch. Her ways of torture are unknown, but people have claimed that she burnt her victims, with sorcery.
Onni had to stop reading, his heart had started to break, his mother had died and he had known nothing of it."She can't be dead any; it's not fair I was never told! Why her?" Onni was so angry he grabbed the file and tore it to shreds "It can't be right, it just can't!" Onni looked down at ground to see the shreds of the file; he spotted one picture of his mother holding a baby. "That must be me," he picked up the torn photograph and held it close to his heart. He remembered the day his mother was taken away and he remembered her last words "Be safe and remember your power,"
"Don't worry mother I will," he carefully folded the picture and put it in his pocket. "I guess I should tell my father, let's go back to the main hall,"
Eventually after a short walk he managed to find a phone, he then placed in his father's number. “I wonder how he will react...” He heard the phone being picked up on the other side and a deep voice answered. "Hello, who is it?"
"Urgh...It’s me Onni. Father I..,"
"Oh, son you called! So you found some information, tell me!"
"Okay, but I'm not sure if you'll like it," Onni carefully told his father about the information he had found out and after he had finished there was a long pause of silence coming from the other end of the phone and then...
"What! Is this some kind of joke, if it is it's definitely not funny!”?
"Father I know it's hard to accept, but it's the truth,"
"So you're saying that your mother tortured people! How dare you say such a thing!”?
"Father, I'm not lying. I loved my mother the same way that you loved her as a wife. I would never lie about her, she's my mother and I care about her,"
"Just stop lying Onni! You’re a disgrace to this family; I don't even know why we raised you to be our son. You have betrayed us and I never want to speak with you again!"
His father put the phone down and stomped out of the room full of anger, but on the other side of the line Onni had dropped the phone and ran straight out of the palace towards the dark forest. Onni didn't care that it was dark; he just wanted to get away from everyone. He had no family; he was lost and felt scared. He thought his father would believe him, he thought his father would comfort him when he needed it. But no, his father had cast him out of the family and had accused him of lying. "What do I do now?" Onni thought. He sat down under an old tree and felt droplets hit his face, it may have been rain, but several of the droplets were his own tear drops. He looked up into the darkness of the sky and spotted some little stars, “Are you up their mother, do you still care about me? I wish I could see you in person or even know if you could hear me, please give me a sign on which way to go," he kept looking up in sky waiting for a sign, and suddenly a shooting star swept across the sky heading to whatever was behind him. He kept following the shooting star till it vanish by a small clump of stars, Onni took the picture of his mother holding him, as a baby, he turned it over and drew out the positions of the stars , on the back. Onni placed lines to see if they created a picture and sure enough it created something. It was a picture of a flame with a snowflake inside it, “This must be the sign," thought Onni” But what does it mean?" He looked at the picture of his mother and stared into her glazed eyes, "Thanks for giving me a sign, hopefully I'll find out what your trying to say soon," He placed the photograph back into his pocket and afterwards started to hear gently sobs. They were coming from behind him on the other side of the tree. He slowly turned his body around so he could see who it was. But he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw it was...