Chapter 81: Time to Remmeber Never to Forget
POV Leo
The invitation to visit New York with my newfound family sent waves of excitement through me. It was an opportunity to explore my roots, regain lost memories, and create new ones with those who shared my blood. We planned a special family dinner at the iconic Rockefeller Centre, a place that held significance for our family. If royalty existed in New York my grand parents would be King and Queen. The Walters was the most affluent family in New York. My grandmother planned and executed the most divine celebration for my return toNew York. All the ofher family members were inattendance with some very close friends. My Scottish grandparents flew in with the company jet. Bea and Barb did not leave my side one sister on each side.
My brothers on the other hand told me when everyone leaves they are taking me clubbing. They called their friends and we went to an exclusive club. They had pre-booked for one to six a.m. We drank danced and hang out with the most beautiful and fit girls from the Pack. Of course none of these she wolves caught my interest, there was only one female for me and it was my Portia. I would have loved for her to be here now. The next we were beginning our family vacation to the Caribbean to bring back some of my lost memory.
As our plane touched down in the Cayman Islands, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation. This beautiful paradise was meant to jog my memories, to bring back fragments of my past. Walking along the pristine beaches, the warm sand beneath my feet, I tried to recall moments from my childhood. It was as if the memories were just out of reach, teasing me from the depths of my mind. Then I asked Bea if she had any memory she said she could remember our mom and our uncles taking us to the beach and-some special times in Little Cayman. She asked if I could remember the big blue iguanas. My eyes popped open. I dreamt of big blue lizards once. I begged Bea to tell me. She called our uncle Cal and he told me that I wanted to hold one of the iguanas when I was little. My dad Brian said, "Let do a fly over for Leo's sake." We arrived at GCM international Airport and flew to Little Cayman. I loved the pristine beaches and the bungalow we stayed at.
The next day, we flew to Edinburgh, we stopped in the Bahamas where we visited the underwater city and had dinner at a luxury Michelin restaurant. The five course meal was scrumptious. I slept on the flight and woke up when we landed in Heathrow London. Dad said he was allowing us to leave the airport and go shopping. I told my mom Bonnie that I would take them to some cool stores. The fresh London air hit us as we exited the beauty, odor and food a mix of all good things pertaining to London. Harrods opulence stood out among others. Family shopping was the best fun I had. My mother and the girls handed four bags each to us guys and they had two. such extravagancewas only afforded by the wealthy of the world.
When we returned to Edinburgh, I met Nanna Azslea and Pop, two people who held cherished memories of my early years. Nanna, with her warm smile and twinkling eyes, took me and my twin sister, Bea, on a bus trip to all the national sites. It was a journey through time, filled with stories and laughter. Nanna talked to us throughout the ride. Her way to helping Bea and I recollect our childhood memories was unique. She asked us leading questions like Did you remember? Have you forgotten? and what does this remind you about? Her unique way helped me to remember fencing at the castle.
One particular stop stood out among the rest - Edinburgh Castle. As I stood still within its ancient walls, memories began to surface, albeit faintly. This was the place where my fascination with sword fighting first took root, where I felt a connection to a forgotten part of myself. It was a small but significant memory, a glimpse of who I once was.
After our time in Scotland, we hopped back on Brian's private jet and flew back to New York. There, I was met with warm embraces from Uncle Nate, Uncle Callum, and the rest of my extended family. Each hug, each interaction, sparked something within me. With Uncle Callum, I had another flash of memory - him teaching me how to swim in a cool, clear lake. It was a moment of pure joy, a bonding experience that now held even greater meaning. Uncle Nates family was unique and helped me to understand that it was acceptable to marry someone from another kin of being. My aunt Rachel was a witch and their daughter was a hybrid.
Throughout our trip, one person remained a constant source of comfort and love -My beautiful mom Bonnie. There was an unspoken bond between us, a connection that went beyond blood. Every time I was not near her, I found myself gravitating towards her, hanging on to her presence. She was my Mommy, and I loved her with all my heart.This seemed to resonate tome a lot. I felt this was how I was with her before I was lost.
But as our time in New York drew to a close, I couldn't escape the bittersweet feeling that lingered. I knew that returning to Poland would mean leaving Bonnie once again. It was a heart-wrenching decision, but I knew deep down that my place wasnot with my siblings, my newfound family but with Countey Poland.
As our plane soared through the clouds, carrying us back to Poland, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey I had taken. I had unearthed fragments of my past, reconnected with loved ones, and discovered a new sense of belonging. But there were still mysteries to unravel, challenges to face, and a kingdom to reign over.
The story was far from over, and I was ready to face whatever lay ahead, armed with the strength of my family and the memories that slowly but surely were finding their way back to me.