The Lost Heir

Chapter 29

A/N

Hey my lovelies. Hope you are enjoying all the updates. I'm on a spree these days. I will confess something, writing these father/daughter chapter makes me sad.
Last year, a day after my daughter's birthday, I lost my own father due to the Covid-19. I'm trying my best to allow Raven to have a wonderful relationship with Ronove. Comment and let me know your thoughts on that. 
To all my readers who may have lost a loved one due to the virus, my condolences. I hope you all are being safe and I thank you contour continued support.

Lots of love
Ari

RAVEN POV

It's been thirty minutes and Amon was still in the bathroom. I hope that he's alright. He seemed so upset before he went in. I felt lost and confused. Normally when something was bothering me I would confide in Amon. But he's the one I'm confused about. I want my dad.

Since I've been here all I've gotten from him is love and support. I know he'll be able to help me with what is going on right now. But how am I supposed to get to him? I can't go without Amon's help. Right now I don't want to depend on him. I'll just have to reach my father's dungeon cell by myself.

I have to try to teleport there. I need to be careful. I was warned that when I learn to teleport, i need to correctly visualize the place I want to be. Or I can end up some where similar, miles away from where I wanted to be, or trapped in something if I'm not focused. Letting my magic spread throughout my body, I closed my eyes and pictured the dungeon cell. The position of the door, the walls covered in frost and the bed. Most importantly, my father on the bed.

Feeling the magic swell around me, a surge of power escaped me and I found myself in the cold dungeon cell of my father. Well his cell is never actually cold since he uses his magic to keep it heated. Point being, I did it. I teleported.

"I made it."

"Raven?" Opening my eyes, I saw him sitting upright on his bed, a confused expression on his face. "What's the matter daughter?"

The momentary happiness I felt being able to teleport vanished as I saw him. Running towards him, I threw my arms around his neck and cried. I don't even know why I was crying. I just knew it felt good to. All my father did was hold me in his arms while I sobbed. His hand moved rhythmically up and down my back waiting for me to collect myself but trying his best to comfort me.

After a while, my tears ran dry, my throat burned and my nose hurt. Releasing my hold from around his neck, I sat on the bed next to him. As though the pulled it out of thin air, a handkerchief appeared in his hand. He gave it to me and I cleaned my face.

"Have you calmed enough to tell me what's wrong now?" He asked softly.

"I think so. I don't even know why I cried." I said wiping my eyes.

"Perhaps you needed it. Now what seems to be the problem."

I proceeded to tell him what happened between Amon and I. I swore his eyes bulged out of their sockets slightly and flashed red before returning to normal when I told him about what I felt. By the time I was finished, his hand was covering his mouth and he looked deep in thought.

"Before I start, my child do you know what sex is?" He asked after a prolonged silence.

"Yes Amon explained it to me years ago."