Title: A Hauntingly Wonderful Romance ~ chapter 5
By: Moondreams16
Rating: G
Notes:Thanks for all the e-mail's I've been getting. I was out for one week 
and returned to find 32 messages in my mailbox. It took me an hour and half 
to read them all. That's all for now Enjoy.

	"Mrs. White," called out Serena as she ran up to catch the woman. 	"What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. White affectionately. 
	"Can you tell me about my grandfather," asked Serena. Mrs. Whites 
faded blue eyes misted up with tears. 
	"He was a wonderful man. You remind me a lot of him. He worked here 
for 35 years. Ms. Hudson hated him, he refused to let her perfects get away 
with most of the things they do now," explained Mrs. White. 
	"I can believe that. Ms. Hudson and my aunt were looking for 
something in my room. Do you have any idea what they could be looking for?" 
asked Serena. 
	"I was wondering what they were doing in your room. I have a lot of 
his old photos and papers at my house. Would you like to see them?" asked Ms. 
White. Serena nodded. 
	
	"You live here?" asked Serena with awe as she stared at a huge stone 
house. Even though it looked like it was falling apart and there were vines 
growing up the side, the house was totally breath taking. 	"Well mostly 
my granddaughter lives here now. She has a passion for flowers," said Mrs. 
White as she pointed over to small gardens of different looking flowers. Mrs. 
White put the car in park at the end of the drive. 
	"It's beautiful," said Serena with awe. 
	"I am so glad you think so. My granddaughter loves this place. 
Although I would like her to get out and meet some nice young men," said Mrs. 
White with a grin. The two entered a huge room that smelled faintly of dried 
roses. The room was a combination of old and new. It was done very 
tastefully. 
	"Sunny!" yelled Mrs. White.
	 "Grandma! I'll be down in a second," came a female voice. A young 
woman of about 20 rushed down the stairs. She had dark green hair that suited 
her looks. 
	"Serena, I would like you to meet my granddaughter, Setsuna. Sunny to 
me," said Mrs. White with a grin. 
	"So Serena, would you like to have anything to drink? Tea?" she 
asked. Serena wrinkled up her nose. 
	"I hate tea," said Serena. 
	"You come to England and hate tea?" said Setsuna with a grin. 
	"I was sent here," said Serena. 
	"And I am so glad you were!" said Mrs. White as she hugged Serena 
affectionately.
	 "I'll get some lemonade then," said Setsuna as she winked at Serena 
and left the room. 
	"So let's go look at those photos and papers," said Mrs. White. She 
led Serena through a maze of rooms. Finally they stopped in a musty smelling 
room. Mrs. White pulled open the drapes to let in the light. 	"Why are all 
libraries so dark and dusty?" asked Serena. 
	"I have no idea," said Mrs. White as she pulled out some photo 
albums. Serena flipped through to see many unknown faces on the old black and 
white photos. 
	"That's your grandmother," said Mrs. White as she pointed to a young 
woman.
	 "You knew her?" she asked.
	 "No, but your grandfather showed me many pictures of her and told 
many stories," said Mrs. White.
	 "Look there's my mom and dad," said Serena as she pointed to a 
picture. In her mom's arms was a little blonde haired baby in a pink dress. 
	"You were adorable!" exclaimed Mrs. White.
	 "So was there anything my grandfather had that the head mistress and 
my aunt would want? Any medals or heirlooms? Or any thing that could bring 
money?" asked Serena.
	 "Your grandfather was given a treasure for saving one of the royal 
family member's lives. I never saw it. He was quite embarrassed about the 
whole thing. But other then that I have no idea. Not many people know about 
it," said Mrs. White. CRASH!!!! Mrs. White and Serena spun around to see 
Setsuna looking very pale. A tray of broken glasses and puddles of lemonade 
was at her feet.
	"By the saints of Ireland...look," said Setsuna as she pointed toward 
them. Serena turned around to see a painting of a young blonde hair woman. 
	"She looks just like you Serena," said Mrs. White as she stared from 
the painting back to Serena. 
	"Who is she?" asked Serena just as shocked as the others. The only 
thing that appeared different was that the picture had an old fashioned dress 
and a hairstyle that looked like 2 meatballs on top of her head.
	 "Princess Serenity, last princess of Ireland. I am surprised I 
didn't realize it when I first saw you," said Setsuna.
	 "Many just think she is a legend but here is her picture to prove 
it. She was forced into a marriage or see her homeland destroyed by England. 
The day of her wedding they found her dead in her room. There were no traces 
of poison and nothing that could have led to her death. Nobody knows the 
truth," said Mrs. White. 
	"That's weird," said Serena and shivered a bit. It was to weird for 
comfort. 

	Serena gulped nervously as she entered the Head Mistress's office. 
Endy was no where in sight. 
	"Endy, where are you?" whispered Serena. The Head Mistress glared 
coldly at her.
	 "I assume you were informed about the Harvest Festival," said Ms. 
Hudson coldly. 
	"Yes, ma'am," said Serena not looking away. She refused to let Ms. 
Hudson have the slightest idea how afraid she was. She was walking in a trap 
and she knew it.
	 "All the girls are expected to pay 100 pounds for decorations. 
Catering, ect," said Ms. Hudson. 
	"You know I don' t have that kind of money. Since you and Angelica 
are such good friends why don't you get her to pay?" asked Serena dryly. Ms. 
Hudson scowled at her. There was a knock at the door. 	"Enter," said Ms. 
Hudson. Elizabeth entered with a sickenly sweet smile. 
	"I couldn't help but over hear your conversation," started Elizabeth. 
'Yeah I bet you couldn't,' mumbled Serena under her breath. 	"Since I am 
class president I suggest that Serena should work off her fees for the 
dance," said Elizabeth. 
	"Perfect. That will be all, Serena," said the Head Mistress. 	
"DON'T I get a say in this matter? What are you going to have me to do? 
Kitchen Duty until the dance?" demanded Serena. 
	"No, you will do anything we tell you to do," said Elizabeth with a 
wicked smile. 

	Endymion looked up from a book he had been paging through as Serena 
walked into her room. 
	"So how was your trip with Mrs. White?" asked Endy. He frowned as he 
noticed how pale she was. Serena didn't answer and flopped down on her bed. 
	"Sere, what's wrong?" asked Endy. Still no answer. All she did was 
stare at the wall. Endy reached out and pinched Serena on the arm. She 
immediately turned to look at him. Her face showed her shock.
	 "You hurt me..." she said in amazement and then her eyes started to 
fill with tears. 
	"I am truly sorry," he said gently as he handed her a tissue. "Now 
what's wrong?" asked Endy softly. Serena told him about the whole thing. 
Endymion said nothing but his eyes became stormy with anger.
	 "Do not fear, Sere. I will always be with you," said Endy as he 
wrapped his arms around her. Serena shivered slightly and looked up at him 
through teary blue eyes. He bent down and their lips meet. The whole world 
stopped spinning as two souls from far clasms of time joined. For a moment, 
she could feel Endymion's skin. She could feel his silky hair brush her 
forehead. Then once more he became nothing. Just an illusion. Serena broke 
away and ran out the door just to run into someone. 
	"Excuse me," she said not looking up. 
	"No pardon me for it would seem that I have ran into an angel," said 
a deep male voice. Serena looked up in surprise. A pair of light blue eyes 
stared at her. The young man was very handsome with light blonde hair. He 
looked to be about 19 or 20. 
	"You are shivering," he said gently and handed her his jacket. Serena 
took it not sure what to say. 
	"I am Derek," said the young man. 
	"Serena," answered Serena.
	 "A beautiful name to fit one with the beauty of an angel. Would you 
permit me to escort you to your destination?" asked Derek. Serena nodded 
numbly and allowed him to lead her through the halls. Meanwhile an invisible 
Endymion had watching the whole thing. 
	"What I have I done?" he whispered and slammed his fist against the 
wall. 

To be continued...

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