Where Did I Come From Novels & Stories

"But if you ever need family… A real family who might actually care about you… I can help you find them. Your mother's people. I never met them, but I think they're from a place called Silverpine Ridge... mountains… I guess Northern Spain, or near it. She didn’t talk about them much.” "You've known this my entire life and you never told me?" Fury rose hot and sharp. "Mom's been dead for twenty-one years and you never thought this was important information?" "She made me promise…" "She's dead!" I stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "She's been dead since I was four and you let me grow up not knowing who I am, where I come from, what I am!" “Silverpine ridge…” Braham murmured

She scoffed. "Then answer me truthfully, where are you from?" Adele is trying to get me to open up to her but I can't, at least not now.. I'm not ready to face my past. "From a small village in San Francisco" I answered. "What happened to you? Why did you come to Las Vegas? What about Davis father? You still haven't told me who he is? Or why you left him?" I laughed mentally. If only she knew she was fawning over his father a few minutes ago.

They also hadn't bargained on her helping us to escape. "Where do I come from?" Harland asked, voice grating and on edge. Keagan blinked, as if only seeing him now again. For the first time. "Spain. We went to Spain. Your birth mother died in childbirth due to some complication. Your father didn't want to raise you alone. When we saw you-" "You were perfect. My little boy. I knew that you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you." Mariland chimed in, a hazy dream-like tone.

“At least, that’s what they thought.” “My mom wasn’t from a rich family or any sort of mafia background. She grew up in a small village deep in the forests of Italy. In fact, she came from some kind of old tribe. I never knew much about it before, but there was something ancient in the way she carried herself, like she was tied to a history that was bigger than all of us.” “After they moved to New York, my dad tried to live a normal life with her and me. But… he never really left that world behind.” I clenched my fists without even realizing it, the memories of those times tightening my chest.

If it killed me trying, she would die today. Jack and Sarah catch up to me with Lucas lagging. “What did you mean, it is where it all started?” Sarah asks me as we continue to walk quickly towards the waiting vehicles. “It is where I was born. Where all the crap I endured in my life occurred. I met my uncle there once. Everything seems to be coming full circle,” I murmur to them as I step into the backseat of the vehicle. Jack and Sarah take the front seats, with Jack driving.

I said and she chuckled. "That's good to hear. You can stay here till tomorrow so you can set out on your journey," she said and I nodded. I left home. I don't have anyone to call family now. Maybe it is time to trace back my origin. Who exactly am I? Who are the ones who birthed me? How did I end up on the grounds of White Mountain Pack?

I dry-swallow one, my hands shaking. As my breathing slows, the images linger. My mother’s smile. My father’s laugh. The warmth. I’ve never remembered being human. But what if I was? I lie back down, staring at the ceiling, the question gnawing at me long after the pill begins to dull the edges. What if that wasn’t a dream at all? What if it was the part of me, that I lost? My father never really talked about how I came to be his. Uncle Marcus too was always silent. Who am I? where did I come from?

["Well, yes. More special than you could ever guess, but you can simply resume me as a special person." "You, also, has a very good vocabulary for a baby, well saying." ["Pfft, I know."] "Where are you from?" ["I don't wanna lie to you, so I cannot tell you where I truly come from- but you can know that Eirwen found me in the Desert of Tywod."] "I understand that. But what about Eirwen? Does he knows?" ["Theoretically? Yes. Literally? No."] I smiled at him and he laughed confused.

I decide to stop gawking at this magnificent room, tasteful designed. "I wanted to ask you some questions," he begins. "You must be recovering from the shock two days ago." He looks into my eyes, and I hold his gaze. "I sense much better, thank you," I say without hesitation. "How did you end up here? Where did you come from, and where were you heading?" Nicollas fires off the questions. I take a deep breath and replay my mother's plan in my head. "I came from the mountains, though I can't say exactly how far from here. I escaped from there." I begin to tell him my story in the same way I told Lina.

Something inside me needs to break out. "He called me a gutter rat." "He was wrong," replies my Master, calmly. I wave over the rubble. "This is where I came from." "There´s no shame in coming from the gutter. Only in wanting to stay there. And you have your eyes fixed on the stars. Besides, this is not where you came from. You came from somewhere else. You were simply trapped here while you were a child. Do you know anything about your parents?" I shake my head. "You remember them at all?"