The Last Mystic

Chapter Five

"Wait, what? Hold up." I asked.

"I said your dad wrote it."

"Yeah, I know what you said but Dad's an archeologist not a delusional war history author."

"Isn't archeology strongly related to history?"

"Yeah but I'm not history. I'm not that old."

"Whatever, let's go."

We burst through the back door of Jacob's house into the kitchens. Rubi was already starting to cook dinner. "I'm so sorry, I can't stay for dinner, Rubi." I said to Mrs. Evans,

    "Oh that's fine, honey!"

    "I have to rush home, do you mind if Jacob comes with me? He can have dinner with us, Mum won't mind."

    "Mmhm, okay then but Jacob, " She said looking at him, "Don't stay back to late."

    "Sure, Mum. Thanks, Mum."

We walked to Jacob's room where he dropped his bag and changed out of his uniform and I called Mum while waiting outside. As soon as he came out we sprinted out the door and didn't stop until we reached the front porch to my house. Like every other Monday night my parents had left the door unlocked for me and we walked in. I went to my bedroom, dropped my bag and changed into something more comfortable than our uniforms. Jacob waited outside my door. When I came out of my room, with the book in my trembling hand, we walked down the hall. Mum and Dad were in the kitchen and Izabella and Mark were sitting at the table playing on their screens. I walked into the kitchen and put the book on the kitchen bench right in front of Dad. I was furious. And confused. And scared. I looked straight at Dad. I couldn't understand how he was so calm when I had just found life changing information. "I should probably explain this, shouldn't I?" He said.

    "Uh, yeah! Dad, you're an archeologist, not a delusional author on war history! What the hell?!" I was completely freaked out.

    "Kids, take it to your rooms please." Asked Mum. Mark, looked like he was going to protest but Iz cut him off with a sharp look and they went silently. We sat down at the table, Jacob and I opposite Mum and Dad. I liked the idea of Jacob being there because what ever they were going to say to me, I would probably tell him anyway, so it was easier for him to be there than for me to have to explain it all. Mum and Dad seemed to understand.

    "Where should I start?" Asked Dad.

    "From the very beginning."

"When the world began —"

"No that far into the beginning."

"No, trust me, it's necessary to start from here."

Jacob and I looked at each other. This was going to be a very, very long talk.

"In the beginning of time, their was the only the Natives and the Praeditus. But when the Prosaics came along — humans without gifts like ours, that is — everything that happened in their world effected our world. Like the inventions of new technologies and such."

Often the Praeditus could pass off as Prosaics and would pass between worlds. But in the Middle Ages, they were found out, many of the Praeditus were executed by the kings and queens because they mistook their gifts and powers for witchcraft and wizardry. So during that time, the Tribes retreated back into their world but were still effected but the Prosaic world. For example, if the was a war between Prosaics there would be a war within the Natives and the Praeditus' world."