Your Lost

Clary's POV

I couldn't believed that my life would be so twisted like this. That's when I realized that everything that can be seen by the naked eyes, cannot be trusted fully. You can only trust with your own self because everything around you may fool you. I felt that I was fooled by my father and the family that I thought I belong to. I felt betrayed, in fact. I could have lived better if I was not raised in that environment where I don't belong to. Now, it is kind of late to get adjusted in the environment where my biological mother grew up.

There was another thing that my grandmother told me, it was ridiculous again but I believed anyways. Her eyes looked like she was saying the truth, the sincerity is evident in her eyes when she told me that thing. That when I was a child, Andrea had utilized a black magic that is forbidden in the world of wolves. She had used it to steal all my capabilities, including my archery skills and speed. According to my grandmother, it is the main reason why I lived like this, a weak Vertina. I used to be strong back when I was a child, that what she says.

I couldn't think but to be angry, I was angry for bein robbed by my own half-sister. If that was true, then the skills that she was using was mine to begin with. I felt really angry that I don't think I will ever forgive her. For everything that she has done, it has only lead to one circumstance and that is my life turned out to be miserable. I wouldn't feel worthless and helpless living that life if I wasn't robbed.

But now that I think of it, is it possible to obtain those capabilities and skills of mine? Is it possible to acquire it again?

I have not put a thought about that much, I only think of making Andrea pay for everything that she have committed to me. I will make her suffer the same way that I suffered because of her fault. I have thought that I will ended up having a revenge, but it was all in my mind right now...and before that, I need to be stronger. I need that to be able to fight her.

I sighed as I look at the mountain where I am staying, everyone around here uses daggers. They are belonging to the family of daggers. Of course, not the family of daggers in our pack. They are from different pack which uses daggers too. In that case, I have a blood of a dagger. It was probably the reason why my mother, who I have dreamt of before, was handing a dagger to me. It must have been the sign and I wasn't able to notice that.

I guess, I will spend my time here to practice some techniques associated with the daggers. I wanted to have a grasp of how my mother used to live.

"We should go back now," said by Marcus. He is my cousin. My mother had two sister and one brother. Marcus is my cousin from my aunt, he was a bit older than me. It feels good to have cousin, it feels good to have a family.

I nodded at him, still adjusting on how I should act in front of him. I still need to adjust with everything and I believe that I will get there.

The sun is already setting when we came home at the mansion that my grandmother own, the one that I saw in my dream before. When we get there, I found a middle-aged woman and a child, probably her daughter. From her looks, I could guess that she is Marcus' mother.

I smiled at them, still not sure how to act in front of them. The woman, who is probably my aunt, smiled back at me at hugged me. I was surprised that I wasn't able to hug her back, I am so overwhelmed with the fact that I am accepted in this family.

"How are you, Erina? Been dreaming to see you here," she said as she let go of the hug.

I smiled again. "I am still recovering from the gunshot wounds. Thank you for accepting me here," I said as I slightly tilted my head down when her daughter, who is probably five years old, walk towards me and held my hands.

Her mother excused herself and left us for a while and went to the kitchen.

"Hey." I said to her daughter when she looked at me while she was holding my hand. She has a teddy bear in her other hands and I can't help but giggle at her cute cheeks.

I have never interacted much to the younger kids back then, I was too busy in doing household chores and I am limited to go out of that home. Now, it felt refreshing to be here and experience everything that I hadn't done back then.

"What is your name?" I asked her as she spends her time looking at me, probably scanning me because this is our first time to met.

"Charlie...I am four years old," she let go of my hand and raised her hands with her four fingers showing at me. Charlie, for a name of a girl, sounded so masculine but it is cute.

I smiled at her and pinch her cheeks. "I am Erina..." I smiled and handed my hand in front of her as a sign of handshake for our first encounter.

"Erina!" She exclaimed as if she remembered something. "I have heard so much about you," she added that made me curious about those stories that she had heard.

I was about to ask her about the things that she heard about me when her mother came out of nowhere, "it seems like you love kids... How are you coping up with your lost?" She asked with concern.

"What do you mean?" I asked out of confusion.