Truth Or Fiction

Chapter Twenty Eight

Persephone quickly unfurled the scroll. She knew Mal hadn't resented Hadie for too long after he was born but she hoped this scroll would show that. Otherwise the talk she was going to be having with her kids was going to be a very awkward one.

"You want to tell me why you're not talking to Uncle Hades?"

"Oh thank Gods, someone's addressing it," Emir sighed in relief.

Mal sighed as she put the swords away from the sparring session they had just had. It had been about three weeks since she 'moved' out of the Underworld and set up in the clubhouse.

"Three weeks?!"

So that's six weeks she hated me, Hadie thought with a small sigh.

She missed her home there more than she thought she would but the last thing she wanted was to watch herself get replaced.

Hadie rolled his eyes once more. Gods, were these scrolls just going to always have a reminder of how his sister hated him?

Avoiding her dad and Steph had been easier than she thought, considering there was only one way in and out of the clubhouse and Steph knew where the clubhouse was.

"Yeah, that is a good point," Harry nodded. "How'd you avoid getting caught?"

"You'll see," Mal sighed. She wasn't exactly proud about how she avoided her parents back then.

Granted, Mal figured they didn't think she'd crawl under the bed upon hearing the gate open like a Boreadon prissy princess.

Hades sighed and shook his head. "I thought I heard something under the bed when we went up there."

But that was the rule of the Isle-always keep 'em on their toes. Besides, they couldn't drag her back if they couldn't find her.

"...she's got a point," Lil Shang said though it was clear that he didn't want to agree with the concept of hiding from ones parents.

"I don't know what you're talking about Uma," Mal said, turning back to the task at hand.

"Uma won't fall for that," Jay shook his head.

"Yeah right," Uma scoffed. "You've been sparring with Harry more and more, to the point where we have to get the orders to go when we get lunch at Uncle Hades. Of course, whenever we get lunch at mama's shop you're fine with cutting your match short."

"Are you sure it wasn't so much concern for Mal that you were talking to her about this and more because you wanted your sparring partner back?" Jay teased.

"Can't it be both?" Uma shrugged. "Besides, Harry was your sparring partner Jay. Don't tell me you weren't tired of Mal hogging him."

"Seriously Uma, you're imagining things," Mal told her, plopping on the bed and petting Estelle behind the ears.

"Uh huh," Uma said, rolling her eyes. Harry and Jay had already left for the day, Harry needing to go man the counter at his father's fish shop and Jay still needed to complete the quota assigned to him by his father.

Honestly James, he was too young to do that, Milah thought, shaking her head a little. I know you thought the shop would keep any kids we had out of trouble but to put them to work at six years old?

"Honestly Uma, there's nothing to—"

"So if I said let's go to Uncle Hades right now, you'd have no problem with it?" Uma asked. "Cause Aunt Steph should be back now and yet you haven't said a single thing! You normally never shut up when she gets back from Boreadon."