Cealania

Chapter Two

I drop my report in shock. I just stand there still as a statue. I know I should probably move away so they don't find out that I was listening. But I can't.

My Dad isn't my real Dad?

Tears start streaming down my face. If he's not my Dad, then who is? Dozens of questions begin to fill my mind. But I don't want to ask them, not wanting to hear the answers. I'm still frozen in the same spot outside the office door. I want to move but I can't. I want to run up to my room, slam the door shut, and cry under the covers of my bed. But for reasons I can't explain, I just stay still.

Dad opens the door and immediately sees me standing there. I look into his small brown eyes and watch as they fill with worry. I watch as the worry lines form on his forehead. I take a minute to look at him, but really look at him and I realize that I don't look like him at all.

His small brown eyes are nothing like my huge black ones that spread across my high cheekbones, that he doesn't have. His wide thin lips compared to my small full lips, that I get from my mother. And his dark black hair, well my mother has dark hair as well so I don't know where my white blonde hair comes from. And both my parents have darker skin while mine is pale, like a porcelain doll. Am I adopted? No, as far as I know Mom is still my real Mom.

"Blake did you..." He doesn't get a chance to finish because now I'm able to move. I run up to my room, slam the door shut, get under the covers and cry it out. Just like I wanted.

It doesn't last long though because only a few minutes later I hear my parents walk in. And the springs of my mattress squeak as they sit on opposite sides of the bed next to me. My blanket is slowly lifted off of me and I feel my Mom's cold hand rest on my back. She surprisingly begins to rub my back in an attempt to sooth me. I don't want to sit up. I don't want to listen to what they have to say. I have a feeling that once I hear it my life will never be the same again. Its not that I love my lonely life, its that I'm afraid of how my life will change. Because it may not change for the better, and with my luck it will only get worse. Reluctantly I turn over onto my back and slowly sit up. Both my parents look at me worriedly waiting to see what I'll do.

I hesitate before saying, "okay, lets hear what you have to say."

"Blake just know you were never meant to find out like this." Mom starts in a surprisingly soothing voice. "It's not safe for us to tell you everything here, but we'll tell you what we can." What does she mean it's not safe? What is she talking about?

"Dad isn't my Dad?" I ask quietly.

"No, I'm not." He answers with a sigh. "Your mother is my older sister, I'm your Uncle. I'm here to keep you safe."

"If your my uncle, then why couldn't you just be my Uncle? Why say your my father?" Thinking back it kind of makes sense. My parents never showed any sign of being a couple. I guess I just assumed they wanted to shield me from any signs of affection.

"We decided it was best, to keep you safe." He says with confidence, which really bugs me.

"What does that mean, keep me safe? Keep me safe from what?" I demand.

"Blake honey, don't worry." Mom tries to reassure me. But she throws me off by saying honey. "I promise you, everything will be explained.

"Okay, but you have to tell me something. You can't leave me with so many questions unanswered.

She takes a deep breath before speaking. "We, as well as you, are witches." She pauses letting it sink in. "We come from another world, called Cealania. But when I found out I was pregnant with you, I was forced to flee." She nods her head indicating for me not to interrupt. "Blake, you have to know that I don't regret having you for the world. I made a mistake. And in making that mistake I broke the biggest law in Cealania. And you are the result. That's why we fled and came here. It's why we kept you so secluded.

"I know you still have many questions, and they will all be answered in good time. But for now that's going to have to be enough. Because we're leaving."

"What! Why?" I blurt out.

"Because we just got word that the Elf Hunters are hot on our trail." She says that as if I'm already in the loop. I don't know what an Elf Hunter is, and I have a feeling I don't want to know. So I don't ask.

"Is that what you were arguing about? Whether to leave or not?"

This time my Dad or Uncle, Jeff answers. "No we were going to leave either way. We were arguing whether to tell you the truth. But since you overheard us, the decision was made for us I guess.

They finished by telling me, we leave tomorrow morning. And that I could only bring one backpack with me to hold my things. And with that they left the room.

I stay on my bed, thinking everything over. It explains why my life was always so secluded. I guess why they kept their distance, to avoid an accidental slip of the tongue. But this is all too sudden. Too much information to take in at once. And on top of that we have to leave tomorrow. It's all too much.

I look around my room, at the blank white walls, the dark wood dresser directly across from my bed, and the matching desk next to it. What's sad is the only things atop of my desk and dresser, are my school books, pencils or pens, and some notebooks. My eyes drift down to my bed, my favorite thing in my room.

I got this bed when I was four, I was finally big enough for a big kid bed. Although I was still too short I always have been, even now I'm barely five feet tall. But I come into the room and my eyes widen in excitement when I see my new bed. The bed had a simple white metal bed frame. The bedding is what really caught my eye, it had pink flowers all over it. I was obsessed with those pink flowers. And still am to this day. Because it was the only real gift I received from my parents.

My parents or parent and Uncle, are waiting outside for me. I close the door to the room for the last time. I walk down into the kitchen, our small kitchen and then turn off the lights. I go down the short hallway and turn the lights off of the office to my left. And I walk out the front door and reluctantly close it. Knowing this is goodbye, to the home I grew up in. To the only place I've ever known.