14 Your Mother.. (1/2)

He stared at the painting.

He felt like he had a strange connection with this beauty.

She looked smarter and wiser than most. Her wisdom was evident in the brow and curve of her full lips. Her blackish violet eyes showed her soul. Her skin looked pale, but her face glowed with confidence. Her dainty nose was imposing. Long, wavy blonde hair, so smooth and silky, almost as it looked like a pastel painting. With her hair of wool and her head held high, she looked confident.

Rushing towards the mirror, he placed the painting to the right of him. Looking at the reflection of the two images on the mirror, a painting and the other one live, Alex trembled. His fingers started shaking. His lips quivered.

”Mother?”, his voice shook.

He resembled her.

Looking at the picture, Alex was assured that this lady was no ordinary.

He then remembered what his father told him once. 'You cannot be this weak Alexander. Your mother was one of the strongest woman I've seen.'.

”Your mother was one of the strongest woman I've seen.”, he murmured again and again.

The picture clearly depicted how confident and strong the lady looked.

His eyes looked like hers.

No wonder why his father had kept in a secret drawer.

He felt frustrated for not finding about this painting before. After all these years, never did he ever was able to get to the secret drawer.

The questions which ran in his mind for years, started forming more in numbers and hit his mind hard like the sea tides hitting the sea shore rocks.

He was in a complete mess.

He needs to dig out the answers hidden deep inside.

His identity was a mystery.

Closing the wardrobe, he got out of the room and closed it.

With the painting rolled in his hand, he carefully kept in his coat pocket and took long strides and walked towards his room.

Upon reaching, he started searching for files containing information about the white witches.