Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 27 Talk

My eyes peeled open.

If I didn't know better I would've said that someone glued them shut. But I know what held them together. My silent tears did. I don't think I actually went to sleep, I just turned my body off. It felt better than keeping my eyes open.

Slowly, I peeled Lucas' limp, sleeping arms from around me. I was beyond mad at him. If I didn't want to deal with him so much right now, I would've burned him to a crisp.

I was so close.

One word. I had one word left and everyone would've been safe. Krylan would be as back to normal as he could get. Lucas would've had his brother. My mother wouldn't have to be afraid or hide anymore.

My mother.

Quickly I made my way down the stairs. The smell of red velvet cake smacked me in the face and led me straight towards her. I turned the corner to the kitchen and found her laying there on the floor.

With a a Kaler on top of her, snarling.

"Get off of her!" I grabbed it by its shoulders and threw it behind me. Pinning it down with my legs, I started bashing its face in. "Bring me Krylan!" I sobbed and landed another punch on its face. Apparently it had enough, and flipped me over onto my back.

Spit mixed with blood trailed down its mouth, and onto my cheek. "Your father is waiting on you. He demands you to be brought to him immediately. You are coming with me," It snarled into my face. My face turned away from the harshness. Bark ripped into my arms.

"She's not going anywhere," someone mumbled. The Kaler was ripped off of me and thrown into the wall. Cracks split behind it from the impact. And before it even had a chance to recoup, he pulled out a golden sword and plunged it into its chest. With one last gurgle, the thing fell limp. When he removed his sword, the Kaler crashed to the floor with a thud.

It was Lucas.

And I. Was. Infuriated.

"You bastard," I screamed. "I had him! Why did you have to come in here and take everything away from me again!" My power surfaced and i backhanded him into the wall. My eyes ignited and so did my hands as I advanced on him. He didn't move or flinch as I raised my hand up to end him.

"Sapphire."

It was a small whisper, a voice it felt like I hadn't heard in years. Everything fizzled out as I turned around to find my mother, horrified. Blood streaked her face, a deep cut took up her arm. Her hair was dishelved and she looked defeated, and disappointed. "Sapphire, don't hurt him."

It was at this moment that I realized I was angry at her too.

"Don't hurt him? Don't hurt him, Mom? Why not? He seems to have no problem to do it to me," I spat. Then I turned to eye Lucas distastefully. I turned back to Sarea. She bit her lip, then put on a defiant face.

"Sapphire, he just saved our lives. Don't overreact because you are hurting. Let us help you," she pleaded, eyes shining. I shook my head, "Help me? Because you two have been doing such a great job at that."

"Honey, let us explain ourselves," my mother whispered, hurt. Who does she think she is? Because I know my mother who I told everything to would never keep something this big from me. Or maybe I didn't know. Everything I thought I knew about my other parent turned out to be wrong.

"Why," I whispered. At least I think I did. It barely came out. A confused look clouded my mothers face, "What?" A deep breath heaved out of me, trying to hold in my angry tears. My eyes snapped shut and my jaw clenched together. With my head tilted towards the floor, I tried again, more authoritive this time.

"Why? Why did you lie to me," I gritted out. Every ounce of my strength was put into those words. After they were out, I felt deflated. Powerless. Now that I said it, there was no going back. It was real.

"Sapphire, I didn't lie-," she started, but I intervened.

"Cut the shit, mom," I demanded, "No more lying. I'm sick of lies. You either give me a good reason right now, or I'm walking right to Baleo and I will destroy everything. Both worlds." The words shocked me as I said them. Not because I regretted them. But because I meant every word. I almost hoped she didn't say anything so I could.

At some point I didn't realize, Lucas got up and stood by my mother. His face was unreadable as always, but I saw the flicker of fear behind those colorful eyes. I knew what it was because it was the same spark in my mothers eyes that was as clear as day. I started walking towards the door, but her word halted me.

"Fine.'

Spinning on my heel, I sat in front of them. Our kitchen table was small but it had three chairs. So mom took a seat on the other side of the table, and Lucas took the one by me. Unlike the first time I met him, I didn't bother to hide the screeching of moving my chair away from him.

"Talk," I said.

Rubbing her hand across her temple, smearing more blood, she sighed. Her blue eyes met mine, asking if I was ready. With a curt nod, I urged her to continue. I really didn't know if I wanted to hear her say anything. Because once she did, I could never unhear it. Honestly, I don't know what I would do if I figured out that my mother was a monster too. I really didn't know if I would be able to survive that.

One last sigh and she started what would surely crush whatever was left of me.

"It all started when you were born.
Well, actually when you and your sister-"