Chosen

Chapter Three

"Sorry?" I said. I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Ed, what are you doing here?" the woman asked me. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I was getting angry now. "I don't know who this Edward is and I'm not dead."

The woman continued to stare at me in awe. "What in the name of - but they saw your body! And there was a stab wound in your stomach, how are you alive?"

"You know what? We're done with this! Go back to Reria, filthy rats!" I was shocked, even when I said it.

I was sounding like my father.

The woman started to cry, "Oh Edward, what have they done to you?"

"Who are you?" I yelled.

"I'm Bella," she sniffed. "I'm your younger sister."

"I haven't got a younger sister, I've got a younger brother!"

"Yes, you've got Gavin, and then there's Jonas, but Jonas died of the infection..."

I calmed myself down. "Ma'am, I don't know who this Edward is. Why don't you come inside the castle and take some medication?"

Bella nodded and she followed me inside. I motioned my head so Markus could take over the trade.

"What is she doing in here?" my father asked.

"She needs medication, she's going crazy."

My father paused a moment and nodded. Instead of taking her to get the medicine I took her up to my chambers. I move everything in front of the door and looked at her, sitting on the bed.

"Who is Edward?" I asked. Although, the name did feel familiar. Maybe Edward was a friend of mine, a cousin.

"Edward was - is my older brother," Bella explained. "When he was seven there was a war between Reria and Wrolan, and my father didn't want him to go. But the guards found out and as punishment, my father couldn't go and only Edward could go alone. The war lasted one year. My mother and father were so anxious to see their boy. My father's best mate's sons had promised to look after him. But the guards came with them and they carried a black blanket over something. When they revealed what was under, it was Edward. My brother. Their son. He was dead, and there was a stab wound in his stomach. And then just a year later they had me."

My eyes widened as I remembered the things from my memory. A man and a child, the child asking where he was going. Asking if he could come. The guards coming in and taking the child. The two boys who promised to protect the child. Most importantly, the fight. The first child fought a boy. With blonde hair. And when he fell into the mud his hair turned brown and he died, and then the child went into a ditch and hid there until the kingdom with the opposite colour found him and brought him to their kingdom.

It all felt too real. And then it all connected. The kingdom where the first child was from, they were searching the woods for anyone. Since the boy hadn't been wearing any armour and his hair turned brown, they probably mistook him for the first child. They brought that boy to their kingdom where they showed the man and woman the body and they thought that was their child. And then the soldiers from the opposite kingdom picked up the real child and brought them to that kingdom. And the child had been playing on a bed with a younger boy. A younger brother, who looked just like Markus.

"I'm-" I couldn't speak. My whole life I had been lied to. This explained almost everything. Why my hair wasn't blonde, why I never got along with my father. The original Seth must've gotten along amazingly with my - no, his father. That was why the last thing I remembered from the war was his father saying, "It changed you so much, Seth. You're not the same boy I remember."