Legacy of Dolyn

by Amelia Guillem

  Legacy of Dolyn

  Dolyn, Volume 1

  Amelia Guillem

  Published by Amelia Guillem, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  LEGACY OF DOLYN

  First edition. March 1, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Amelia Guillem.

  ISBN: 978-1386919391

  Written by Amelia Guillem.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prelude - The Dream

  Month One - March

  Month Two - April

  Month Three - May

  Month Four - June

  Month Five - July

  Month Six - August

  Month Seven - September

  Month Eight - October

  Month Nine - November

  Month Ten - December

  Final Month - January

  Epilogue - February

  Afterword

  About the Author

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  Prelude - The Dream

  Setting: a dark ballet studio

  Every time I dream,

  I see the figure of a woman.

  She stands in front of a giant moon.

  - leaping in front of a window

  The woman stands without a smile.

  Her figure is black—

  I can't tell.

  - dropping to a direct split

  Alas! Taken at a different time,

  the one who violated freeze.

  Doomed to a crime undone.

  - followed by multiple pirouettes

  Oh, mistress of the full moon!

  Why do you feed off magic in my soul?

  You remain utterly still before the rise.

  - end final position

  Month One - March

  Date: March 12; Time: Evening, Full Moon

  The streetlights are calm. The moon is full. In this car, my co-worker drives. We're on our way towards the organic restaurant, which opened last week in the city. It's been getting tons of Yip reviews, so we want to see what the fuss is all about. We heard from another co-worker who went there with his girlfriend. That's why he invited me.

  "Are you excited?" he asked with his lively voice.

  "Yes, I am!" I shake my fists in ecstasy. Gosh, this is so exciting! I'm with the guy I like.

  By the way, I work as a secretary for the Moulin City Police Department. Some of my girlfriends think it's cool because I get to date tons of guys.

  But the truth is I hate my job. The hours are long, the commute sucks, and I push papers like a slave. I know I shouldn't complain. At least I'm getting paid. Yet the kicker is most cops I see are in relationships. The few free ones are boring, weird, or not good looking.

  The co-worker who's driving is okay. He's single like me, young but a few years older. He isn't the best looking, but I'm okay since we know each other. Don't get me wrong! I'm a good-looking gal with short golden hair, wearing a red plaid dress he gave me on my birthday. The skirt is short, considering what will come after the date.

  What? You expect me to return home after that? No way! We'll go to his place to sleep together. That’s right, we've done it. We'll spend the night once we're done with the date. After eating, we'll pour some drinks, get drunk, and have sex like we've always done. But one thing is clear though: we're not in a relationship. I've slept with him more than the other guys because I trust him.

  As I look through the car window, I receive a text from my girlfriend BFF. "Hey, bitch! What are you up to?" That's the line she uses as an opener. We lived as roommates before I moved out.

  "Nothing," I replied, "I'm getting ready for a date."

  "Oh, is it from that guy?" she asked, referring to the time I hooked on Christmas Eve.

  "No, I'm going out with my co-worker to the new restaurant," I replied again. We continue texting back and forth, catching up on many things.

  I'm getting sleepy, so I must stop the texting. The ride to the restaurant is longer than I thought. Just as my eyes droop to a close, my co-worker receives a call from his boss. "Listen, there is a robbery at the Moulin City Museum. I repeat, theft at the Moulin City Museum. Sorry to do this on your night off but you're the only one close to the facility."

  He groaned in frustration. Aw, man! I was looking forward to the new restaurant. Looks like it isn't happening anytime soon. He turns the car in a direction towards the museum. Then he looks at me, knowing my disappointment. "I'm sorry, Glen." Yep, I'm Glendolyn Villem. But people call me Glen. Yeah, I know Glen is a guy's name. Deal with it!

  I didn’t complain because I already know. Why should I? I work with the cops, after all. He finally parks his car across the museum's entrance.

  He spots what looks like a suspicious black van parked in the corner. Since it’s already night time, the museum is closed. Damn, it’s so rude of them to go steal while we’re out on a date!

  “Stay here,” he said as he exits the car. I watch him cross the street to talk to the security guard before they enter the museum. I take a deep breath and wait for his return.

  20 minutes passed since he went inside. I was getting worried, so I exit the car. I know it’s silly of me to go inside without anything to protect myself, but I need to see what’s taking him so long. I’m missing out on a great meal here!

  I enter the museum through the half-open door. It’s dark and empty inside. Creepy... I advance through the hallway taking care not to bump into any of the artifacts.

  Moulin City used to be a medieval farming town. It evolved into an industrial complex thanks to its many factories. Of course, this was all in the past. Now it’s a city thriving on the arts thanks to the single people who populate it. It also helps the rent is cheap too. As much as I want to walk around and enjoy the artifacts, I must keep going.

  AAAAAAAAAARGH!!

  I hear a faint scream. It’s my co-worker!!

  I run the hallway towards the scream, and I make it to the open space. I find both my co-worker and the security guard lying on the floor. However, the security guard lies with a bullet shot in the chest. My co-worker has a visible injury to his head that knocked him cold.

  I turn around to see four crooks. That’s right! Four of them! But these aren’t ordinary crooks. They seem to be wearing long white robes that cover their entire body! I can’t tell. They spotted me and pointed their monster guns to shoot.

  Shit! I am so dead...

  A white light flashed! I see something that looks like a feline stuffed animal beat the four crooks with a single magical blow. They fall, but they also vanish without a trace. The feline steps forward upon the clearing dust.

  Okay, so like, I see this black feminine cat on two legs with two bushy-tipped whitetails. Its fur is dress-like with a white collar that acts like a scarf covering its tiny nose and mouth. Its ears are long and curved with a white toupee in the middle. Its arms and legs are cone-shaped with a white tip on each limb. It's small and light enough to hold in my hands. I pick it up, and it stares at me with its emotionless green eyes without a blink.

  I’m starting to freak out a bit. Who would expect to find a stuffed animal inside a museum? It’s probably someone’s lost toy. Anyway, I was getting ready to call it a night. The cute cat suddenly speaks with a voice that resembles mine with a more profound pitch.

  “Go to Simona College. Ask for Aster. Tell it Gwen sent you. Please hurry!”

  Yep and just like that, the cat left the building. Not a trace. I considered chasing after it, but I hear officer
s storming inside the building. They found me standing alone next to the dead guard and my knocked co-worker.

  The officers took me to the police station’s questioning room. At this point, I didn’t care, and I want to go home. I lost my appetite after seeing everything. So much for trying the new restaurant...

  I know the detective here. He’s the middle age man who’s my co-worker’s boss. He always looks at me with an evil eye. Tonight’s no exception.

  “What were you doing at this hour?”

  “On a date with your employee,” I said, lowering my gaze with my arms crossed. I braced myself for some lecture of his as if he’s my dad or something. Dammit! I’m 22 years old, and I can date whomever I want. Is that a problem?!

  “Look, at least you weren’t hurt. But could you have stayed inside the car?”

  “I’m sorry, but I wanted to see him. How is he doing?” I asked while bracing for the worst.

  “Don't worry, he's recovered," he said with his hoarse voice. Thank goodness!

  “Because of your involvement, we would have to suspend you until further notice. I didn’t give the order. My superiors did. Sorry...”

  Well, that's unexpected saying all this while turning his back as it is too painful to tell me. I can’t believe I’m out of work. Shit! How am I going to pay my rent?!

  “This means I don’t have to show up for work tomorrow, right?” I asked. He cued. “Come, I’ll take you home. It’s already too late.”

  Bummer but I’m getting a free ride home. Shoot, I forgot it’s already late at night. I check my smartphone stating it’s close to midnight. The detective watches me enter the building after dropping me off. He may be rough, but at least he’s okay.

  I like to flirt and date guys, but attached ones got me into trouble before. He’s one of the few officers I haven’t dated because he is married with kids. Thus, I make it my personal policy to date single guys only.

  I take out the keys and open the door. I march straight to bed without taking off my dress or even brush my teeth. I’m just too tired.

  Date: March 13

  Time: Morning

  I wake up the next morning to see it has been way past the time I leave for work. Then I realize I don’t have a job. I lie in my bed trying to get what happened last night with the museum, the cat, and the other stuff.

  Speaking of the cat, I haven’t seen it since last night. I’m not sure if I should do what the cat says. Oh well, I’ll sleep away for the day.

  Date: March 15

  Time: Morning

  I've decided to go to the place the cat told me. I don’t want to ignore, but I’m out of work and bored. This trip will also give me an excuse to get out of the house. The problem is getting there takes a two-hour train ride, and I need money to buy tickets.

  I should have some money saved up, so I check the coffers. After finding the money, I dress up, hit the train station, buy my ticket, and hop on the train. Okay, next stop is Simona College!

  There’s nothing much to do for the next two hours except look at the rural scenery. Beautiful but boring. At least my smartphone is charged. Oh hey, I got a call! It’s my BFF! “What the hell you’re doing? We’ve been trying to contact you!”

  Like by ‘we,’ she meant her and our other friends. Looks like I have over 50 missed calls.

  “Sorry, but my thing was off,” I said.

  “Why would you do that?” she asked.

  Should I tell her the truth? I don’t know. She’ll probably think I’m crazy if I were to say about the stuff that happened to me three days ago.

  I owe her to tell some truth: “I lost my job.”

  “You lost your job? Sorry, but how did it happen?”

  “I got involved in some incident, and suddenly I was out of work.”

  “Bummer... Are you on a train ride?” She can tell because she hears the tracks. “Where are you going?”

  “Simona College.”

  “You mean that place? Are you studying?

  “No,” I said, “I’m going on a mission.”

  “Mission? Girl, you’re crazy! You just want to see the celebrities,” she said.

  The ancient family of Simone is famous. No one in this country or in the world has NOT heard of them. They have descendants all over: actors, artists, athletes, politicians, even Me-Tube video casters!

  “Hey, I almost forgot,” she said. “Don’t forget this Saturday is my super awesome bachelorette party!” Ah, shoot! I almost forgot the party with all the crazy stuff. You see, my BFF is engaged to an older guy she met at some party. He got her this six-figure engagement ring, and she posted it with pride on the Haze-Look. I can tell that ring spells QUALITY!

  “My party is going to be in Galicia City! You better not miss it!”

  I can just picture her shaking her pointy finger. Anyway, we continue the conversation until I see the college from a distance. This signals the train is about to stop soon.

  The Simona City Station is the last stop. I got out quickly because sitting for two hours straight made my body stiff. Well, that’s nothing compared to the 8-plus hours of sitting at my former desk job. Thus, being able to stand is a huge relief.

  Now I need to get to the college, but walking would take a while. I could use the bus, but instead, I choose Lubber because it would be easier to leave me at the gates.

  The ride left me at the gates as expected. I take my time walking around the campus seeing lots of students everywhere. Then I make it to the reception hall. Security is tight, so I must hand over my ID.

  “What is the name of the person you wish to see?” asked the elegant female guard. I must state my purpose.

  “Um, Aster?” I said bashfully.

  “I’m afraid there is no such person on campus...” Then a co-worker of the same age as the guard whispers something into her ear. “I see... I’ll call them. You may have a seat, miss.” The guard pointed out to sit on a nearby bench while I wait for this “Aster” to show up.

  Great! I must sit once again.

  I look at my smartphone as soon as I sit and set the ringtone to vibrate. Then I put it away to look at my surroundings. The reception hall is not only classy but huge! This was a royal castle. It’s expected to be flashy!

  There are so many people going in and out of the hall that I wonder if I made it here at a wrong time. If this person doesn’t show up for an hour, I’ll take my leave and call it a day.

  Meanwhile, I decide to flip through some of the pages of the campus magazine. A short interview caught my attention of a professor’s promotion despite graduation. There’s also a small picture of her. She’s probably my age, slightly older. I skim a bit before putting the magazine back on the table.

  And so, I wait and wait some more, and wait once again before I start to lose my patience. I stand up, unable to take crap anymore, to walk away towards the exit. Just then, I hear the voice of a young woman calling out to me.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was at a meeting. I hope you didn’t wait long.”

  I shift my head towards her. Wow, she’s stunning! Why am I blushing? Crap, my heart’s beating! She’s even prettier in person. I wonder if she is this “Aster” I’ve been waiting for.

  “Good morning! Are you Professor Aster?” I could act informally here, but she looks wise, so I figure that I could go for a formal greeting.

  I moan, but her appearance makes me look like the girl next door. I’m not unattractive. I just happen to be... different. Fine, I’m flat and skinny. You happy now?

  Compared to me, she’s a beauty with her shoulder-length navy colored hair and fair complexion. She’s wearing eyeglasses, a designer poncho (possibly to cover her curves), and a long skirt. She has this stoic expression on her face. I guess that’s expected of someone like her.

  “Come with me,” she said, turning her back as she quickly walks away. I don’t get what’s going on, but I decide to follow her before I lose track. I follow her to the nearest elevator. Luckily, we’re the o
nly two inside. And even so, the tensions are suffocating.

  She gets off the elevator with me following her. I wonder where she's taking me. I don’t know about you, but I sense something odd about her; like I sense a presence beyond this world within her. I can’t put my finger on it.

  Anyway, I’m trying to keep pace. I wish she stopped, but I’m so exhausted from the train ride that I drag my feet without lifting them up. Then we finally make it to the library.

  Why the library? There are tons of students here! We enter the elevator once again, but there are students this time so no tensions here. I wanted to say something, but I'm too tired to say a single word.

  We get out of the elevator to the lowest level of the library that has little lighting. I see few students studying there. We walk to an isolated area where there are no students. She escorts me to a table in the most further and darkest part. This is creepy...

  “Okay, what’s the big deal?” I asked, demanding her to explain the situation.

  “We’re in a library. Keep your voice down,” she said in a hushed tone.

  “Are you really Aster? Why would you—” She pointed out to the black hooded individual sitting across from us. This person seems to be writing something. I can’t make out this person’s face, but from what I can tell, this person is a guy.

  Wait, who is the professor here?

  Who is this hooded guy? The silence between the three of us is so uncomfortable that I decide to strike a conversation. I must say something!

  “Hi! Are you Aster?” From how the gal pointed before means that he is Aster.

  “Say, nice weather outside.” He ignored me. At least I said something.

  Okay, let’s get to business because this shit is getting awkward.

  I take a deep breath before speaking. “I came here because a black cat named Gwen told me so.” I hope this works and to my surprise, he looks up. All right let’s keep at it!

  “This cat,” I continued, “well more of a stuffed animal as a cat, showed up at the museum where I live. The cat came in, fought some bad guys, and told me to see you here.”