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

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I sat on the rooftop, looking up at the bright moon. It had been months ago. Months ago that crap came into my life. Months ago that I had that accident and here I still was, fretting over my occasional headache. It hadn’t happened for some time, and I had been glad –for a stupid moment –that I was done with the muscle-spasming pain.

It had happened again a few days ago, and it had been so bad that I woke up to realize that two days had gone by that I was out of commission. I sure scared Ashe, but she showed me significantly less concern than I thought she would. We hadn’t really been communicating well after that one argument, but at least Kenton was faster to forgive me. We were guys, anyway, so it was understandable.

I continued to look for Brother Noel when I had troubles, and though I couldn’t stop sleeping in classes and not handing up my homework, I made it all up by being the best, brightest student in my Training Masters’ classes. I made it all up by answering all my questions correctly and getting my facts right. I don’t know how I did it; but I managed to do it –and keep away some time for my friends. As I adjusted better to school, I began to manage my time better, and it did well that my hyperactivity took a little longer afterwards to truly set in, and I threw myself in useless activities to use the extra energy.

I almost forgot all about Anais and Rayin, about my accident. It was a smooth ride for me; and I was surprised at how I was still holding up. Brother Noel had told me that after a few weeks –a month, tops –into double-element studies, my sister had burnt herself out. Yet, here I was, surviving really well. For that, I felt a little proud of myself for being better than my sister.

But something still unsettled me. Something in the way I just blanked out every single night, and woke up feeling not refreshed at all. There was no saying that I didn’t slept –because I couldn’t remember anything after I fell on the bed. But when I woke up the next morning, I was nowhere near relaxed at all.

As if by something weird, I kept on finding mud and soot on my shirts and pants when I woke up –as if I had been sleepwalking. At first I thought it was just me, but the extent of the dirtiness was too much for me to ignore. Afterwards, I began to get small burnt marks on my shirt, and angry red welts on my fingers, as if I had been playing with fire. The problem was? I remembered none of it.

At first I thought it was Leander playing a trick on me. But seeing how deep he usually slept, and how he was an on-the-clock-to-fall-asleep guy, I realized it couldn’t be my roommate. Besides, Leander was really serious about his element, and he rarely used his element outside the Training Hall. It was only in the Training Hall that Leander went crazy with his element.

Still, it didn’t change anything. My clothes were still burnt and covered with soot. There were less mess in my room, but Leander often complained that his fire-theory papers were always misarranged when he woke up in the morning. He interrogated me a few times after he finally got really annoyed, but I swore to him, even crossing myself, that I hadn’t been shuffling through his stack. We changed the lock to our room; added some more, but none of it worked. Leander’s paper pile remained misarranged while mine stayed clean and untouched.

These weird stuff –they unsettled me. Something within me nagged, and as if by some weird trigger, my mind suddenly remembered the dream I had right before I woke up on my third day in school. That echo-y voice in my mind, telling me to research about the history of Hugo Alveron and Cynus, to find the answers to my questions.

A soft crack came from one of the tiles, and I jumped up to my feet, spinning towards the direction of the crack and pulled my power from the air, calling perfectly to the air that was around me.