The Triple Hybrid

Chapter 12 - Solved Feelings

        Niamith was right.

        The Ball was coming.

        I had so much to do and much to think about. Decorations, food, posters, everything!

      I took from my bag, an envelope of recycled paper, which didn’t smell really good. I opened it and took all the photos of all the Winter Balls that had been made.

I scattered them around the desk in order of dates and analyzed them, for the decorations. I wanted something different. Something unique. Something that never passes by the head of others.

I looked at them, and all the decoration was always similar. The color of the towels were matching with sequins and ribbons. The crystal ball was in the middle of everything.

I wanted all colors mixed together. The crystal ball couldn’t miss, but I wanted it even bigger. Did streamers and ribbons, all of them very bright, and lots of sequins. The DJ would be in the middle of the room for everyone to see him.

There was so much to do and organize and think... that would give me a big headache.

I looked at the picture of the ball that had been organized to ten years ago. I watched the dresses of girls who were there, to have ideas about mine. I looked at the boys. I knew one of them, I knew him. He was in profile, I couldn’t see his face well, but he seemed to be...

          Klaus.

          What had he been doing there ten years before?

          I picked up the phone, I tried to contact him and called him.

          "Hello Caroline."

         "Hello," His voice saying my name calmed my anger. "Can you come to my house please?"

          "Yes. But is everything okay? "

          "When you come here you will see later."

         Ten minutes later he was at my door.

          When I looked in his eyes, as I always did, they were lightly golden. “There's nothing wrong, relax.”

          The color of his eyes stabilized. He broke into my house and I motioned for him to sit on the couch. He did so and I sat in a chair near him.

          “What is happening then?”

          I took the photograph and gave it to him.

          “What were you doing here, just ten years ago?”

          His eyes were changing again. “It’s not me.”

          “Don’t make me look like a fool because I'm not. I can see that it’s you!” I said rudely.

          “I'm not.” He contradicted me, his eyes were almost red eyes. He wouldn’t attack me. Would he attack the picture?

          “Oh no! Then who is?”

          “I have already told that I’ve got brothers, but I don’t speak to them for years. This” he pointed to the photograph “is not me, it's my brother Kol. He is the youngest of us all, he and I are a little, but even just a little similar, people confuse us when we are in profile, they think we are twins, but we have a difference of three years, and we don’t even share the same father.”

          “So how do I know if he is not you and if you are not him? Because for me, in the photo, you both are equal.”

           “Because I'm a hybrid and he’s not.”