Inheritance

Chapter 5

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I drive my dad's Lexus to the thrift shop Mrs. Parakatathi owns. It's busy for a Sunday morning when I park the car, there are two other cars on the lot, which means there are at least two patrons inside with Sofia, because she lives in the apartment on top of the shop, that's where she does her readings as well. Among the two other cars there is a Toyota Corolla and, the one that really caught my attention, a matt black McLaren P1 with tinted windows. I wonder who has the marvellous honour of owning that beauty. I wouldn't call myself a car buff, but I know a 'Cuda from a Mustang and Porsche from a Lamborghini. The P1 is one of my guilty pleasures, the other being an Aventador.

I open the door and head towards the till where I can hear voices. The shop's door has a bell which is supposed to alert Sofia of any newcomers, but I have long since mastered the art of entering the shop without setting it off when I enter alone as to not disturb any negotiating Sofia might be doing. Only it doesn't sound like Sofia is negotiating this time, it sounds more like a calm discussion with hints of frustration here and there. As I draw closer I can hear snippets of the conversation. "She hasn't shown any signs of coming into her inheritance as our kind so valiantly put it and she isn't due to for another year, Rex. If she had, I and her guardians would've contacted the House immediately," the voice is undeniably Sofia's, but I can honestly say that I've never heard such steel, yet warm comfort in her words, not even the time when she lectured two kids caught shoplifting a couple of months ago. "I just worry about her Sofia; you know that I was never truly on board with Jord's plan. I fear that her inheritance might come early seeing as she is undeniably the most powerful Demi to be born yet," a man who I assume is Rex replies in a deep, but tired voice. By now I am one row away from where they stand, through the shirts I can see the hazy outline of three people, two men and Sofia. "Sofia, are you sure she has showed no signs of coming into her inheritance? Not even the wind just changing direction when she's upset?" A new voice asks. His voice is like honey, smooth, sweet, but deep, like 2nd bass deep, even deeper than Rex's voice, I find myself hypnotised by his voice and accent, although Rex's accent is the exact same. "I'm quite sure. Why do you ask Trystan, have you seen something?" Sofia asks the question, but even through the rack of clothes I can feel the same question rolling off of the other guy in waves. "Not really," honey voice answers, "more like a feeling that great power is at the edge of entering our world and hope that it is her and not one of theirs inheriting."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Rex asks honey voice, or I guess Trystan, as Sofia called him. "You know these feelings of ours are not necessarily only gut feelings anymore." Rex sounds quite condescending. Sofia gasps. "You've... You're telling me you've already come into your inheritance," she asks, her hand half covering her mouth. Through the clothes I see the silhouette of Trystan nodding slowly and Sofia embracing him in her short elderly arms, she whispers something in his ears and he nods.

"How come I only hear of this now?" Sofia asks, "Why wasn't I one of the first to know that my grandson has come into his inheritance?" Rex looks as if he'd rather be in the lion's den than here right now and Trystan doesn't even seem to lift his head and since when has Sofia had a grandson and why haven't I heard of him before? I thought she didn't have any other family? After a while Rex sheepishly says, "Technically you are the first besides me to know, it happened the first night we arrived here." Sofia is slowly nodding her head as if processing the information. "Am I right to assume that is another reason you are so anxious about the girl?"

She looks at Rex with the question in her eyes as well as the words she voices. "You believe she will be an early bloomer like young Trystan here?" She asks. "Definitely, when they were tested as children they were so close in power that the only way they could figure out who was more powerful was through blood, and even like that she is only a hairsbreadth more powerful than he is so it is definitely in the realm of possibilities that she will come into her inheritance just as early as he did." What are these people talking about? I shift my weight and accidentally knock over a hand clad in bracelets that's supposed to stand on the forgotten table next to me, cutting off any response Sofia or Trystan could have had. A couple of seconds later I hear shuffling and the two men greet Sofia as I pick up the hand and bracelets that are now all across the floor.

They walk around the bend and both the eerie warmth and coldness floods me at the same time. I can honestly say I don't know whose appearance shocked me more. Rex is the older guy from my dreams, the one who lay his hands on the boy's shoulders while the boy cradled me against himself and Trystan, honey voice, bass, whatever my head wants to call him, he is the boy with the green eyes I saw outside our kitchen window this morning.

They don't even look at me as they walk past, even though I am pretty sure they're dying to know how much of their conversation I heard before my clumsiness got the best of me. Sofia follows around the bend behind them and I can see her steps falter for the fraction of a second before she comes to me and bends down and helps me pick up the rest of the fallen bangles in silence only coloured once by the bell above the shop's door when Rex and Trystan exit. She only speaks once everything is back in its proper spot. "Good day my dear," she says as if I wasn't eavesdropping, well if she isn't going to bring it up, I am sure am not. "Good day Sofia, lovely Sunday morning, isn't it? I was hoping you wouldn't mind babysitting a sixteen-years and-three-hundred-and-fifty-five-day old kid?" She laughs as I intended, her smile adding twinkling light to her wise eyes. "Since when have I babysat you child? Even when you were a small little munchkin it was more you babysitting me than the other way around." I smile and shake my head, not wanting to give away that that is basically what I am doing here today. "Katei darling, have I ever shown you my collections?" She asks, clearly trying to steer the conversation in another direction. "No, last time I asked to see one of your elusive collections you told me only big girls got to see it," I can remember that day as if it just happened, I was thirteen and had heard one of the ladies in the shop talk about Sofia's knife collection and another about her swords, I wanted to see what the blades looked like, but when I asked Sofia to show me she refused profusely. "Well Eklektόs, I'd say you're big enough now, wouldn't you?" She turned around, flipped the sign to say closed and strolled to the back of the room where she beckoned me to follow her as she slipped through the secret passageway to the stairs that lead to her apartment.

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