Brother? I'm Sorry 🖤 (37)

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Two Hours Later

The summit had finally come to its end and all the council members had left for their respective countries to strategize how to deal with the witches. Dana left for Olympus, announcing prior to her departure that she will be informing Hera of all that took place.

I wonder how my favourite tyrannical, raging-bitch goddess is doing nowadays. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do miss her. I miss everybody. I mean, I don't miss the memory stealing, manipulation and lies, but yeah.

Before we left for Hexatrauz, Zahra and Israel wanted to "have a chat with me" whatever that meant. The last time we had one - I was beyond mortified.

P A S T
Chad's House

With tears flooding her eyes, she ran to his arms and strapped herself around him, holding on tighter than a mother did her child. Israel did not express much emotion. In the years I've known him, I've never seen him cry ... real tears. Who was she to him to evoke such emotion from him?

He pulled away from the hug, wiped his eyes and dropped his hands on her shoulder, slightly gripping it to keep hold of her. He examined her from head to toe, glaring at her in complete disbelief at her presence. Who was she?

"Demetria!" He exclaimed through breaths of elation and shock. "How - where - what?!" He could not bring himself to utter anything else. He inhaled a sharp breath and drew her back into His loving arms. He squeezed her with everything in his power. He was much taller than she was and as such had to bend to hug her, but he did not mind. Israel had never seemed to be at this much peace.

Zahra moved from his side toward me, looking upon them with tears at her eye corners and a sweet smile stretched across her face. Unable to contain my curiosity, I decided to question her on the relationship between the two.

"Who is she?" I asked, trying not to come across as harsh and envious. She turns to me and arches her brow "Better question." She responded. "Who is she to you?"

"Her name is Demi. I met her when I ran away and she helped me start the arduous process of accepting the reality of what my life had become." My heart fluttered. "And somewhere along the lines, I began feeling much more for her than simple gratitude. It's strange, as is everything with me, upon meeting her, I felt as though I'd known her my whole life." Israel spews a plethora of questions her way, as they exited the room for the next.

"Daniel, you have known her your whole life." She paused mid-sentence and tried to hide the concern in her eyes. "or enough of it, anyway." she swept her hair from out her face and glared at me with worry mixed with a humorous undertone. "She's your little sister, Demetria. She's the last child your mother had a couple of years before you 'left' for Olympus." And it was those words that crushed me from the inside out. My mind went numb and my body went lifeless for a split second. I feel like I'm going to faint.

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And faint I did. I guess it was my fault for not realizing that Demi ... Demetria was a hybrid of myself and my brother. But then again, how would I know? I mean, she looked more like mom if anything, and I barely remember what she looked like.

Zahra, myself and Israel were walking toward the shore but Z opted to leave us alone to talk. The truth is, I've never had an actual conversation with him in all the years I've been around him. Since Z isn't here with us, I deduced that he's the one that wants to talk. Normally I'd say "two years too late" but at this point, the least I can do is hear him out. As irritating as he was, he did save my life and though I still don't know-how, he is my brother and his parents are my parents.

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