I can't run from here, where would I go? I'm panting at the end of the town's limit, laying on my back on the side of the road. It's too much. All of this is too much. Hell, I'm covered in dirt and I don't even care. Breath. Breath Antalya. In. Out. I feel wrong, so wrong. I close my eyes trying to calm myself more. I let out a laugh and I'm still shaking.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream.

"Will you shut up! I could hear you screaming from town!" I shoot up and turn in the direction of the sound. A man that didn't look much older than me stood not too far away. He's standing in front of a black futuristic motorcycle, just hanging his helmet on the handle. He's obviously Asian but from where I wouldn't know. He wears a typical black leather jacket, and blue shirt, his pants are ripped, and dark blue sneakers. He dyed the front of his hair red and blue and shaved the sides of his head. He's tall but compared to me I suppose anyone is tall considering that I'm only 5'4 in height. He glares at me with green eyes that only made him seem angrier.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb anyone," I try and tuck some hair I notice popping out from my scarf. "I-I just got some news that I couldn't process." I jump up and nod at him before taking a path I think goes into town.

"You're going the wrong way." I turn back and the scowl only seems to be set in more.

"Right, thank you." I flush embarrassed and walk the other way. I immediately want to die when I see the buildings in that direction.

"It's whatever, you know that other path would have landed you at Feafeld Manor?" He starts walking next to me. As if that didn't make it more awkward.

"I suppose that wouldn't have been so bad I live there now." He stops dead in his tracks, I take this opportunity to walk faster. My legs aren't fast enough though and he catches up.

"You live in the haunted mansion?"

"Pretty sure that's a Disney movie, and I live in a manor."

"Same matter. Wait a minute!" He jumps in front of me and I nearly bump into him. "You're the girl from the funeral! You're getting the whole of Jackson Famil's legacy." I feel my face drain and I feel sick again.

"Yeah, that's me."

"So that's what you were screaming about. I thought you complaining about something annoying."

"I lost someone that felt like my family, who turned out to be a rich man. If you can't tell I'm having trouble adjusting to everything." I move to the side, going around him. "I need to get back." I try walking faster almost running. I look to my left and he's still walking near me at what seems a normal place.

"Why are you following me?" He smiles, his mood changed.

"I followed you when I saw you running out the door from Leo's. You have no idea how many people do something stupid to invite people to invade our privacy." He shrugs. "That and you seemed interesting. Though I expect that the press is coming tomorrow."

"Why does everyone say that, does nothing get out of here till after it happens?"

"That's the Idea, personally I would rather have what I'm going to say in mind than say something I might regret. Everyone here is someone, usually, you come here via invite, though in your case I suppose an exception is made." He lets out a small laugh. "I'm Ren Griffiths, I own a video game company, and until your arrival, I was the youngest here." He gives me a side-eye that makes me very uncomfortable. It's not that it's creepy, it's the sense of anger from it.

"Did I do something to offend you?" He raises an eyebrow.

"It's just now I need to raise up my Reputation." He placed a hand on my head ruffling my scarf. "Now all evil eyes of the old money will be on you."

"The hell man!" The scarf is twisted in front of my face, I fix it as fast as possible hoping none of my hair is showing. "Why would you-why?" He's no longer walking by me but has is making it to his bike.

"Because it's fun." I frown, not sure exactly how to feel about this odd individual. He gets to his bike and races down the path. "See you another time Yankee!" His shouts speeding into town.

"That bike makes no noise, that's some engine." I watch him till he vanishes down a road. Then groan, I have to walk all the way back to town. I might as well take my time. I look at my phone again, it's only been half an hour. It would less time to get back seeing that it's downhill into town. I wonder what shops would be open. Through much trouble trying not to trip and roll down the hill, I get to the bottom and in town within about 10 minutes. I see Leo's just ahead and my stomach does flips again. I decide to avoid it for a bit and take a look around the other shops. My eyes stop on a seemingly displaced store. It's old and color full. It looks odd next to the modern-like buildings but interesting non the less. I decide to go into the store, a bell rings when I open the door. My mood immediately lifts. Inside is rows and rows of art supplies. Easels, paints, markers, everything. My hands feel some of the brushes. They are so soft.

"Can I help you, Ms. Graves?" I jump, looking toward my right. A short old man stands with white hair both on his face and head, he's wearing a red apron and white shirt with painted stains underneath.

"How do you know my name?"

"I was at the funeral. Mr. Famil was a dear friend he spoke of you often as well."

"He wrote?"

"No, we used a video chat program. Which reminds me. Do you mind following me to the back for a minute?" He doesn't wait for me to answer and moves faster than I think someone his age should. I follow behind him keeping close. He raises his hand when we get to a red curtain signaling me to stop. He disappears behind the fabric, I hear some crashing noises and some scraping. But before I open the curtain the old man appears with a purple cloth bag. "This was something he asked me to prepare for you. I've seen some of your work and I must say I was very impressed. You can come by any time."

"Um, who are you though." He gives me a dazed-off look, I wave my hand in front of his face. "Gah!"

"Ahh!"

"Sorry I fell asleep."

"With your eyes open?"

"My name is George Balt." He takes my hand and shakes it vigorously, my body moves with the movement.

"Nice to meet you." Even after he lets me go I free my body still feel like it's shaking. He gives a good laugh but stops when the door opens.

"Agatha, why have you graced your gloom graced my shop?"

"Because it's almost been an hour, I was looking for Ms. Graves. Unfoutonetly I forgot she was an artist, should have known that she would have come here first." I don't turn around but I can hear her heels clicking on the floor. She reaches me in no time and pulls me with her to the exit. "Say your good-byes, Ms. Graves."

"Goodbye, Mr. Balt I'll come back to visit soon!"

"I hold you too it lass!" The door shuts behind me closing the with the ringing noise. I hear a commotion before I see it, a microphone is shoved in my face.

"Ms. Graves! You inherited the wealth of Jackson Famil! Do you have any statements on that?"

"Did you seduce the Jackson Famil?" More questions than I can answer are being shouted at me, Agatha throws her jacket over my head covering my face just as cameras start flashing. I adjust it so I see Agatha who is absolutely fuming.

"They found us too soon. Someone's tipped then off." Agatha stands in front of me pulling out her phone. I see her click something and I hear the car's engine come to close. The reporters move out of the way for the vehicle. I'm pushed into the back seat and Agatha jumps in hers. She wastes no time getting us out of the crowd. Someone must have tipped them off. His death wasn't even publicly announced yet." She looks around and then lands her eyes on something. She fumbles again for her phone, she grumbles a name that I can't hear. It hardly rings before someone answers.

"Ms. Agatha, how nic-"

"I need you to leave the village, take your restaurant and go."

"Ms.-"

"You've violated the agreement of this town, I do not care if you have been here for years. You have till tonight, have your staff directed to Morrigan's employee reinstatement office. With the exception of your host Mister Lester. Have him find work elsewhere." She hangs up the phone and slams it in a cup holder, not hard enough to break it but just enough to show her anger. She peers at me through the rearview mirror. "Would you be a dear and fold that for me, I don't need it right now, just leave it on the seat." I do as she asks folding it neatly placing it on the seat beside me.

"How did you know it was him? Mister Lester I mean?"

"He was accepting money from three journalists. I suspect that he was eavesdropping on our conversation." She scoffs. "I never liked him anyway."

The rest of the ride back to the house was filled with her solving problems by yelling at people on the phone. Even when we entered the house, she was still answering and making calls. She somehow had time to get every one of the staff introduced in between. It was a small team, just enough to keep the place running, and being that I am one person. It was a staff of 50 people. Agatha instructed one of the maids, a young woman with bleach-blond hair and tan skin to escort me to my room.

"We have press lining up at the door, I want you out of the sight of people until we are ready to go public. Do you understand?" I nod, she yells something into her phone waving us off. I follow the maid back to my room. We have a nice conversation at least, I learned her name is Greta, and her family moved here from Venice for her father's job. She's 24 and she's just got married to a man named Gul and they've been living in the servent's apartments since she turned 20. In fact, I don't think I did much talking at all. She gave me her whole life story, since she moved here when she was a child. It wasn't unpleasant to listen to, in fact, it was almost refreshing. She talks slowly as if giving consideration. She stops at the door waving goodbye. I sigh pulling out my key and opening the lock. I make it slowly onto the elevator platform, but instead of standing on it, I sit. It brings me up fast and I make my way through the door. I plop down onto the bed, and then I feel a pit form in me. I know this feeling, I was a failure with it. I'm lonely again. I groan getting up and looking in the bag. I was pleased to find everything I had back home that I couldn't bring with me. I set up an easel by the window overlooking the back of the property, I see the buildings separate from the main house flowers and vines stretched over the estate and some of the people already working the yard cleaning and timing. The maze in the front of the house goes behind as well and in the middle, I see a beautiful glass greenhouse. I can't see everything inside it because it's tinted, with the exception of a few trees. I feel some inspiration in with the midday lights and pull out a set of paints, some pallet knives, sponges, and some brushes. I start sampling the paints and choosing what ones I would be using. I go to grab some of my brushes but stop.

"I should probably take my scarf off and pull out my apron from my suitcase." I look to the terrace and open the doors. "I should paint from here, I'll get a better view."

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"Well that it looks like I'll have to stop here today, it's too dark now." I frown at the fading light. As much as I would like to paint more it would have to wait. I pack up my things bringing the painting inside in case it rained. I go to my bathroom careful not to get paint on the door handle. I turn on the faucet in the bathroom. I look in the mirror seeing if I got any paint on my face.

"Shoot, I forgot to take off my scarf." I sigh, drying my hands and taking out the pins, I had to go fancy with the pins. I go to the full-length mirror and meticulously pull out the pins one by one. I let out a sigh of relief once they were all out. The fabric slides from my head and I let out a sigh as the red curls poof out from the ponytail. Pulling my hair out of my scarf I let the fabric stay around my neck. I look over my self the mirror, pulling my hair out from my purple scrunchy. It poofs out some more. While look I see something, I look closer to my mirror and grab my biggest broach. I swing around and throw it at the terrace it hits the figure. It stumbles in pulling the broach from its cheek. Large glowing wings It has sun-kissed skin, red eyes, and black hair. It's unusually tall and its wings make it look taller. The clothes first looks like a black dress, but it's tight fitting  on the top and flows out th back like a trench coat. His pants are lost just flowing like the bottom part of a dress.

"Bloody Hell woman! I just want to see the bloody painting!" It glares at me looking peeved. I grab my Quran that I placed on the vanity and flip to the swras meant to expel Djinn and shakily recite.

"I'm not a demon lass," It wipes at a gold fluid from its cheek rubbing the liquid between his finger. "But I can't let you stay now."

The lights in the room turn black can't see a thing.

"I'll return you later but I can't be seen," I feel hands at my wrist so I turn around and punch where I think it's at. The lights come back and there's the creature on my floor. Though now that I'm looking at it I see it's a man. A young man, but still one. He didn't look much older than me, but the tone and the accent of his voice made him sound older. He looked like an elf, but he had wings. The creature's name comes to mind.

"A fairy." I take a minute. "I knocked out a fairy."