The Other Side Of Me [Sequel to Faen's Child]

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“Raun… It’s time…” An echoed voice passed through my mind, and I felt my thoughts murky and sleepy.

“Time for what?”

“You should know the truth… learn about your family’s history… how everything that was tied between Hugo Alveron and Cynus…”

Who the hell were they? I don’t remember their names… wait. Cynus. Cynus is the name of the founder of this school, who happened to be the savior of all Faens. I remembered him in my history texts, his legendary act of sacrifice that saved the eleven constellation Faens. The Hugo guy… Hugo Alveron. Well, the Alveron surname was a giveaway, but what did it have anything to do with me?

“The answers you need… the set your other side free… Find out about the bond between Hugo and Cynus…”

And do more research? No thanks. This might be a murky dream, but I’m pretty sure my subconscious self wouldn’t tell me to do more research about men that were probably at least fifty feet underground. They were ancient, not even just plain old. They were ancient history, and I wasn’t up to being an archaeologist anytime soon.

“It’s time, Raun…”

“I’m not going to research whatever of that crap. I just want to sleep.”

“It’s time…”

“Shut up and let me sleep.”

“It’s time to… WAKE UP!”

I jolted awake, sitting upright and looking around me through vision that was just starting to fix itself right. I was in a fairly familiar place, but not where I would have liked to be at. I was in the Main Room of my dorm, where the students usually hung out when they had the time. I had hanged out here often before the school term started and the hectic mess got to me.

I looked around to realize I had been sleeping on a couch, and when I stretched, boy, the sores on my waist sure told me how much my muscles complained about being abused in the position that I slept in. I was sure to have a backache, and my neck had a really sore ache too. I tried my best to stretch it all out, looking out at the just-brightening day.

Great, I had woken up earlier than expected. Now I had tons of time to spare to get around doing lifeless stuff instead of sleeping, just to prepare for yet another school day. I was still in yesterday’s clothes, but strangely I had soot on my shirt. I didn’t remembering burning anything, or even going relatively close to the Fire Training Hall the day before.

Heck, I didn’t even remember how I got here. The last thing I remembered was walking away from Brother Noel’s room. I sat on the uncomfortable couch, wrecking my brains apart. Why didn’t I remember anything about walking back? I remembered feeling happy that Brother Noel hadn’t murdered me about the sleeping-in-his-class thing, but after that? I didn’t remember coming back here, much less falling on this couch.

I guessed it had been a really uneventful walk, since I remembered none of it. Still, I did a mental shrug, getting lazily to my feet. At least I felt as if I had slept a little today, and I hoped I wouldn’t be getting any unintended shut-eyes in Brother Noel’s class today.

I dragged myself up the stairs to my room, shuffling my feet lazily as I rubbed my eyes. Opening the doors to my room gave me a great shock. The entire room looked as if a hurricane had passed by, and papers littered the floor.

Okay, it looked like a normal boy’s room, but it wasn’t the room that I remembered when I last left. Sure, the dirty clothes pile was still there, but I hadn’t remembered throwing my texts and papers haphazardly. My parents had taught me to keep my papers especially neatly because they knew hyperactive kids like me would naturally lose their papers. So they had made me –forced me –to keep my papers neat.