I just saw black then I saw nothing because I couldn't think anymore, it was like all the energy was snapped out and I felt like I just passed out mentally. Is that even possible?
I woke up with a bit of a mind blank and my consciousness was back, I sat up with my eyes closed and then rubbed my eyes. I opened them to see the dawn of day just about coming up. The orange and red hues shone through the windows. Looks like I work up just in time for a new day.
I could still remember that dream, every single detail of it and not a single piece missing, I just knew it. As the seconds ticked by nothing was forgotten either. It was my fault that my father died and it was my fault that my mother hates me. Then why was I even born?
I walked to the door subconsciously and I walked out. As I walked and thought My passive potential ability alerted of a presence behind me.
"Your not very good at hiding,"
I said as I stopped in my tracks I didn't look back but decided to test how good my ears were. Enhancement 7 on ears.
I hear light footsteps, it's one of the girls, they were timid and a bit hesitant meaning it couldn't be Anastasia, a girl like her would walk out confidently with her hands in her hip preparing to lecture me.
"I am, it's just that your passive ability gives you the upper ground."
Eleanor, what was she doing here? I felt her confidence build after that moment of hesitation when she got found. Quite normal, wondering if they are talking about you are not, especially when the shadow guards are also around.
"You should be resting, you've been out for 2 days already."
She sounded a bit like Anastasia when she said that, concerned but confident, trying to insert a dominance over the situation.
"If you want to come along then do so, if you want to go back then do so, you not going to change my direction,"
I told her with a lazy voice as I walked away. I didn't know where I was going but I know that Eleanor came speed walking up behind me to walk next to me.
"Where are you going?"
Was the first thing she asked and I paused before I answered.
"I don't know, I'm just walking,"
That's basically what I was doing, there wasn't anything to say about destination and the whole walking road was fine by my subconscious. I didn't know where it was taking me but I had nothing better to do. After that it just got silent, an awkward silence to me, I looked to the side and saw Eleanor was walking beside me perfectly calm.
I got pulled out of my trance when the ancient castle, the one that we all know so well, was the majority of what I saw. I kept walking and then I realised where I was going. The throne room.
I put my hand on the handle ready to turn it, I looked back at the girl with hair of gold and eyes of the sky and she just nodded once. I turned the handle and there on the throne was Althgar. I walked straight up to him and the first thing I said.
"Who is my biological father?"
I said it in a dangerous and low voice, almost glaring at the white haired elven royalty in front of me.
"The spirits,"
I gritted my teeth. Then tried again, but stronger.
"Who is my biological father?!"
I got almost to a shout at the end. All this anger burst out out of nowhere and I was just going purely off instinct.
"You already know?"
"Yes I do, but who is he?"
He was calm and collected even under my glares, sitting arrogantly in that crown and it just pissed my off.
"GET OFF THAT F*UCKING THRONE AND TALK!"
I shouted at him, rage coming out from all different places, my aura spilled out and it was pressuring. I saw Althgar flinch as he steadily got up and walked down the stairs. He just looked into my eyes.
"May you leave?"
He said as he looked behind me, probably speaking to Eleanor. I didn't see what did but heard the click of the throne room door that sounded in the heavy silence that remained. I was breathing heavily with the anger at my heel ready to strike. I could feel my eyes were red, as red as the blood dripping down my hands from my claws digging into my hands. I was glaring hard at him. This information, he kept it from me, my mother kept it from me, my father has kept it from me and... my brother has kept it from me.
My breathing slowed a bit and my posture shrunk as we just stood there. My claws were out but my hands wilted like flowers in a desert. My knees were bent and my eyes were looking down at the floor now. I felt prickling in my eyes, moisture spilling out and blurring my vision. My whole body then broke down and I was on the floor. Sitting down on the ground with my legs out to the side and my hands just limp by my side. I couldn't see a thing with the tears and I wanted to sob but I just couldn't make a sound. How many more secrets are kept from me? How many lies have I lived with, we live with? So many words come out but how do I know that one is the truth. Tears flowing freely but no sound was made.
"Who is my father?"
I asked one more time to the person in front of me. I didn't look up and I didn't start to sob, I just let the tears go and I let the pain in my chest overtake my mind. I couldn't think, all that was on my mind was 'Lies'.