The Land Of Kaito

Jenny

I stumbled back, surprised.

What was a picture of my mom doing here in Kaito?

"Giselle?" Cairo called, "Where are you?"

"Uh, coming!" I responded.

I didn't want Cairo to see this right now. Maybe I'd show him later.

"What is it?" I asked, running out of the room.

"Let's explore for a bit," Cairo suggested, "that way, we get to know our surroundings a bit better."

I nodded.

"That's a good idea," I approved.

We walked outside. As we were walking, I felt something whizz by me. I turned and saw a fairy. My eyes widened.

"Hello," she squeaked, "you must be Giselle."

I nodded, too astonished to speak.

"I'm Jenny," she said.

"I-I'm Giselle," I stuttered.

"I know," Jenny replied impatiently.

"Sorry, it's just.....I've never seen a fairy before."

"You haven't?"

Now it was Jenny's turn to be surprised.

I shook my head.

"But-" Jenny began.

She gasped.

"What?" I asked.

"The mark! You have the mark!" Jenny pointed at my face.

I sighed.

I was getting tired of this whole mark thing.

"So?" I snapped.

"You don't know what the mark means, do you?"

"No,"

"Well, then it's better that you don't know," Jenny pursed her lips, "all I can tell you is that you had the mark of Kaito."

"Giselle? Come on, lets continue exploring!"

Cairo.

"Got to go, bye!" I called over my shoulder to Jenny.

She waved and flew away.

Later on, when Cairo and I were done exploring, I took him to the portrait room.

"Look!" I pointed to the painting of my mom.

"So?" Cairo raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, so? That's-"

I broke off, realizing that Cairo didn't know what my mom looked like.

"That's my mom," I said.

Cairo frowned.

"What's a picture of your mother doing here in Kaito?" he asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

Cairo's eyes moved from the painting of my mom to the scary red-head.

"Who's she?"

I shrugged again.

"Interesting," he mumbled after a bit.

"What?" I moved forward.

"There's a plaque underneath this portrait, I can't read what it says though."

I leaned forward and to my surprise, there was indeed a golden plaque underneath the painting. My eyes widened as I realized that this was the same mysterious language that the letter was written in.

I read the name.

Celine.