Twenty one

PAST.

SETH POV.

I woke up in agony and I knew I was different. I also felt thirsty, very thirsty. My throat was parched as the desert sand and It felt as if I was going to die if I didn't get a drink soon. I was also sure it was not for water.

I saw father talking to the sorcerer in a low whisper but I heard it like a loud drum beating in my ear. He was different. I was different. Persephone stirred beside me and I knew she was different too. Glancing around the room, I could see everything clearly even tho the whole room was shrouded in darkness.

The sorcerers approached me with my father behind. Seeing his face made the hate in my chest, mingled with confusion grow like molten lava waiting to erupt.