Chapter 3 - Chapter 2

Dear Hunter/Huntress

The High Council has agreed upon requesting your daughter Alexandra Elizabeth Morgan to attend Assassin Academy. Books, board, meal cards, and uniforms are provided. Term starts September 1st, and we expect future trainees to report to orientation @ 8:30 a.m. sharp. Your child will house in the Normie building for the humans. Map of school grounds, handbook, and schedule will be given via arrival. We are looking forward to the next four years in training our future Hunters/Huntress.

Sincerely,

Edna Harlow

Assassin Academy

Headmistress

I don't know how long my parents stared at the letter, but each time they seemed to grow paler and paler. It takes about five minutes for them to relapse and grasp the situation at hand. My mother is the first to speak. "Alex hun, I'm so sorry your father and I thought we had more time." She sighs and my dad rubs her back. "The thing is, we aren't even.... I mean... we are."

"Take your time, Cynthia," my dad encourages.

"Shit, James, this is so fucked up."

That surprised me. Never in the seventeen years I've been living have I heard Cynthia Pax Morgan curse. Or look this defeated, like she was going to regret what she was going to say. "Alex, whatever I'm about to say doesn't leave this house, you hear? If you tell anyone who or what you are, there will be those that are going to hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand?"

I swallow a large lump that formed in my throat and nod, feeling more confused than ever. "Yes ma'am.

Where sitting at the dining room table. My mom and dad sit in two chairs across from me with the letter lying in front of us.

"The thing is sweetie," my mom hesitates, before taking a deep breath. "We aren't your parents. And we weren't always college professors."

That shocked me, not the part about them not always being college professors. No, people change career paths daily, but that my parents didn't tell me I wasn't their biological daughter. I don't know wither I should be upset, because they didn't tell me, sad that I had parents out there that didn't want me, or stupid I didn't see the signs.

"What?" I say breathlessly, trying to comprehend exactly what she was saying. "You're telling me for the last seventeen years of my life you weren't my parents? What else is new? Werewolves, unicorns, fairies?"

"Faeries," my da-James corrects. "There also no such thing as werewolves, wolf shifters yes, but werewolves no, the whole shifting on a full moon is false."

I glare at dad, and my mom rolls her eyes.

"Not the time, James," she said. "What your dad was trying to say was that supernatural's are real, but don't worry. Your dad and I are human, but you are Alex."

I couldn't believe what they were telling me. It sounded so surreal coming from their mouths I had to pinch myself.

Ouch. Nope, defiantly not a dream.

"So, say I believed you for a minute. What am I? And how do you guys play a role in this?"

"To answer the second, your father and I are Normies, humans that know about the supernatural world, and are a Hunter or Huntress. Your situation's complicated. Your kind was supposed to be wiped out seventeen years ago. You're a siren, Alex."

I stare at the both of them, hoping that they'd jump up and tell me that this was a big joke. That the supernatural world was just a fluke. That they were both my parents. Which I was having a hard time believing in myself. I should've seen it sooner. My mom has dirty blond hair, stormy grey eyes, she's 5′3, with kissed skin, and a straight nose. Dad has dark hair, cornflower blue eye, he's 6′3, with bronze skin, and a hawk nose.

The total opposite of me with my strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes, 5′6 frame, and freckles that are splashed across small button nose. They claim I'm a siren. A freakin siren like the ones that sung and swooned sailors with their singing. I don't know what to believe anymore. I was questioning my sanity.

"And this school? They say I'm a Normie, like you guys. Why is that?"

"The school trains supernatural's and humans to become hunter and huntress. The reason that they called you a Normie is that's what we registered you as." my dad said, running his hand through his hair. "We couldn't risk them knowing what you are"

"Where even is Assassin Academy?" I ask, biting my fingernails.

My parents looked at me and smiled.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you."