Speak up

After practically, trying my best to convince Holden of the fact that the strange rude lady... had somehow found it in herself to let me go; he didn't seem all that convinced.

So, I had to come up with a story saying: 'She had realized her mistake after he had fallen unconscious and had let us go.'

And when he asked about how we had left there without being attacked by demons or having to go up a hundred feet to get to the surface. Which could practically take a life time.

I simply gave him another stilly answer. 'I don't know how, but whatever magic stuff she did... got us here.'

After that I strictly refused to take anymore questions. Already confused at the answers I gave him myself. I knew he wasn't convinced, even a lame man would know I was lying.

First, before he had passed out, she had bluntly refused to let us go. She even went as far as being rude to the point of knocking him out. And the only thing I could do was paint her nice? '

Seriously Mystic, could you at least try to lie better?' I scolded myself.

I leave Holden in a safe place, after he assures me his mom would be there soon. I leave reluctantly, suddenly angry all over again.

With my bag, I had somehow managed to get out of the school library unseen. Strangely when I had gone there, the shelves that had given way which we both fell through, had mysteriously shut on its own.

Strange.

I made my way to my house, practically angry with myself as well as my grand father.

On my arrival, I don't think twice before barging in.

"Speak up." I say, staring straight at the figure in front of the fire. Currently sitting in a rocking chair.

His head turns to me, and I step in closing the door shut behind me.

"what happened?" He asked. Not bothering to face me again a second time.

"you know what happened. There's a lot you haven't told me about my parents and their histories, and you know it." I say, practically annoyed with the ability everyone was adapting. The ability to feign innocence even when they knew they were guilty.

"it isn't time for you to know yet." My garand pa says.

"I'm fourteen years old for heavens sake. Do you plan on keeping the truth from me till I'm old and on my death bed?" I ask, gesturing with my hands. Disappointment evident in my voice.

"no, but until the time I know you're ready to face 'him'." he says, slowly standing on his feet.

"And who is this 'him'? And why do I have to prepare to face 'him'?" I ask, anger now replaced with confusion.

"so many questions, I'll answer all of them if you agree to remain calm." he said, taking steady steps towards me.

"and what if I don't?" I ask. "Then whatever is meant to happen will happen." He said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"do you accept?" he asks, looking down at me. And I look over, to stare at his hand on my shoulder; contemplating my answer.

"I accept." I finally reply.

"good, now take a seat. I'll tell you." he says, going back to his rocking chair. I take a seat and look up to see him sitting as well.

He inhales deeply. "It all begins like this...."

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'Long ago, in the thirteenth century... there existed creatures of the sea. The bluebloods, they were believed to rule the sea.

But then a war began, which threatened to cease the existence of both species which kept the balance of the world. The bluebloods and the humans.

The world seemed to come to an end. The humans thought they had won the war, and the bluebloods thought they had lost the war. But they didn't know that the war had just began. But this time there was hope, if they would accept it.' Grand pa ended with a sigh, he looked at me expectantly. And what comes out of my mouth after some moment of silence is; "bluebloods?" I ask. "Yes, they were the royals of the sea. They kept the sea life vibrant, but people thought they were against us." He replies.

"Was that the mystery dad was so eager to unravel?" I ask not believing any of this was happening.

"yes." was grand pa's simple reply.

"and what is this ray of hope?" I ask carefully, Grand pa seemed to sense the storm and instead replies; "the bluebloods blood line were believed to have ended with the thirteenth century. But the heir still lives." He says.

"and who is the heir?" I ask.

"I can't tell you that." he says and I get up angrily.

"If you can't then I'll assume the story isn't real." I say, grabbing my bag and running up the stairs to my room.

And I don't stop even when my grand pa calls after me.

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