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

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“Mr. Alveron, see me after class today.” Brother Noel said, and I sighed. I hadn’t been even trying to listen today in his class, so I wasn’t surprised when I was singled out from the class to meet him after class.

I nodded back in reply, beginning to think up of some sort of excuse. I was getting used to Brother Noel pulling me out in class when he thought I wasn’t listening. He started out by asking me all sorts of questions –which I answered with such precision that he couldn’t debate with me –then ended up with just asking me to see him after class.

In which, he would ask me what was wrong, and I would end up telling him some lousy excuse. He knew I was feeding him excuses, but he had once been a seventeen year old too, and he had been in the same shoes as I had too. These days, meeting him after class involved me just giving him an excuse, then walking away scott-free.

I crossed my arms on the table, leaning forward and resting my chin on the desk, hiding half of my face behind my arms, with only my arms peeking out at Brother Noel. Inevitably, I began to drift off; back to the dream I had last night.

It had been so realistic –so… like me. The words, the feelings, everything felt as if it belonged within me. I was confused –confused and strangely comforted that I knew the ending between the two men had gone down as Cynus predicted.

I didn’t know why my mind chose to show me this, didn’t know whether to believe that it was true or not. I didn’t know if I should place any significance in this dream. I knew I was no prophet, and I didn’t have prophetic –or see-in-the-past –visions before. But this dream had been so real that I couldn’t help but wonder.

It was almost as if someone wanted me to dream that. It was as if someone wanted me to know about the history between Cynus and Hugo Alveron. As if someone wanted me to understand how my sister’s power came about, how the Faen’s Child had been passed from Cynus to the Alveron bloodline.

But there was still the Dark Doppelganger… Who was the Dark Doppelganger? Cynus had made it clear. The Dark Doppelganger had to be related to the Faen’s Child, in the same generation. It was either someone related, or the Faen’s Child itself. So either Ashe or I were supposed to be the Dark Doppelganger…

Perhaps I needed to warn Ashe about this. If she was the Faen’s Child, then she needed to know about the chances of her meeting her Dark Doppelganger. Kenton needed to be warned too. What would happen if he woke up one day and found white-hair Ashe trying to kill him? God forbid, what would happen if Ashe suddenly lost her fight to her doppelganger and started killing everyone close to her?

My fretting was interrupted by the shrill sound of the bell, and instantly, the classroom was filled with noises –of my classmates sharing ideas with each other about dinner, about what they would be doing at night. They talked as they packed their bags, eager to end their day. This was my last lesson too. I should be like them, rushing to pack my stuff, to drop off my excuse and to find my gang.

But I slowly dragged my bag from the ground, messily shoving everything in. I was still at a crossroad, still wondering if I should do something about the dream. It sounded stupid if I wanted to make a great big fuss about this, but if the dream was strangely the truth, that it had Hugo Alveron and Cynus had been the best of buddies, and they were Faen and Guardian, then it meant that either Ashe or I were in trouble.

“Raun? Raun!” Brother Noel’s exclamation jolted me out of my reverie, and I looked down to realize that I was still halfway in the act of packing up. The classroom was entirely empty too, and Brother Noel had his bag already packed. Boy, I sure had been spacing out.