The Trinity War (Book 3 of the Trinity series)

Chapter 23

I stared at the seer thinking only one thing: I should be used to this by now.

How often had it happened that I met a complete stranger that turned out to somehow know who I was, whether it was because of my parents or because I was the so-called "chosen one" that would supposedly be the one to break the curse on my family line?

It happened way too often. And right now, it was happening again. 

"I'm sorry, but how do you know who I am?" I asked.  The woman smiled at me. Her eyes seemed a bit distant; as if she was seeing me, but at the same time, she wasn't. She reminded me so much of Valenya that it was haunting. 

"Please sit. Maribelle, why don't you get our guests something to drink?" the woman said. I glanced at Gerrard. He had a questioning look on his face and his lips were drawn in a straight line. I could tell that he didn't trust who this woman was. But we wouldn't be able to trust her unless we talked to her. With this in mind, I sat on one of the plush red cushions by the wall. Gerrard hesitantly sat down with me. We both faced her. 

Maribelle brought Gerrard and I a cup of some cool liquid. It was the color of dirt, but it smelled strongly of cinnamon. In it were swirls of red glittery spice, which were most likely the cause of the strong aroma. I took a sip of the cold drink and was surprised at its taste. It was sweet. 

"Cinnamon and peppermint," the woman said.

"Are you going to tell us who you are or not?" Gerrard asked, not touching his drink. I rolled my eyes at him. He never was the patient type.

The woman chuckled at his insistence.

"My name is Jeya. I am a seer," the woman, Jeya, replied. "And you, my dear, are Gerrard. No last name because you consider yourself to be relation-less. Hard outer shell, soft inner shell for those that you care most about," the woman continued. Gerrard shifted uncomfortably next to me. She had read him on the dot. Everything she had just described was completely on-point.

"How did you know who I was? And why were you expecting me?" I asked her, shifting the attention from a clearly uncomfortable Gerrard.

"I know who you are because I knew your mother. I was expecting you because I am a seer," she replied. 

"How did you know my mother?" I asked. 

"Tut, tut. Too many questions. Shall we dine first instead?" Jeya asked.

"No, I'd like some answers first, please," I replied, trying not to sound rude and impatient.

Jeya smiled at me in a knowing way. 

"Very well, then. What would you like to know?" she asked.

"How do you know who my mother was?" I asked.

"She visited Aghbad to see if she could find information about the curse she was trying to break. I met her about 22 years ago," she replied. I furrowed my eyebrows.

22 years ago was 2 years before I was born since I was now twenty years of age. I knew my mother and father had been married before the war and before my father found out about my mother's treason. They had been married for exactly two years. After the dream I had in Sylvanterra, I knew that during the war, my mother was pregnant with me. My mother had me when she was 21, which meant that when she was here in Aghbad, she was in the first stages of her pregnancy. 

That's how Jeya knew who I was.

"Have you figured out the math yet?" Jeya asked, watching me carefully. I looked at the woman, coming out of my thoughts. She couldn't read my mind, but she was a seer and seers were no doubt well versed in reading other people's expressions.