The Wakings (On-hold)

02: Crowe

Dedicated to MhissLlaiyne

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Something kept banging hard on the window. I flinched every time it banged too hard that slipping and scratching noises could be heard.

Is this the afterlife? Will there be someone coming for me?

The banging stopped after I heard a man's deep voice, seemingly talking to someone outside my door.

"Give me ten minutes and you'll have all the time in the world with her."

Shivers ran down my spine as the door creaked open.

"Get up! It's time you heard the truth about your mom. She didn't really die of a rare fatal illness, she was murdered. "

I instantly got up to an old man's deep rusty voice. I know this voice. All too well.

"Not long from now, your mother's murderers might reunite you both." He heaved a sharp heavy breath and coughed out after huffing a cigarette.

"You've been delving on who you might become extensively for years. I believe you can survive The seven deadly scenes of The Triadeths. You have to. There's no other way out."  I could hint a little pain hitched to his cracking voice.

"Look, I know that it was wrong of us to have you and drag you into this mess. Gruns and Shifters shouldn't be together but we had you." I faced my back at him with eyes still closed, trying to pry off a meddling migraine.

"We lived for four tranquil years in the human realm until The Domstoll knew about you. They took your mom away. But they could not prove that you were a grun until you've come of age, so they only got rid of her... by ripping her flesh into atoms in front of us both." He paused to have another puff of his cigar.

"You are a potential threat to our kind. And since you were a child by the time it happened, they erased your memories so you wouldn't have to live with it. They thought that they could groom you to side with them when you're older. But no. You're my daughter, not their experiment." The old man went rambling on as he fossicked through all of the leather cases under my bed in search of something.

"Your mom- They knew from the start that she was a grun. The Domstoll are the most powerful shifters in our country. I was no match for them. If I died that day, they could've killed you too. But there was one of them who spared you and banished you to the mortal realm. I doubt that person is still alive today," He went on.

"I cannot lose you this time. Not on your birthday. I hate that it needs to come to this but it has to happen. They'll eventually find us even if we run away."

I managed to mute out the pain scourging through my head, shot my eyes open, and averted my gaze towards a picture of me, a man with auburn hair, and Dr. Holloway-- her jet black hair still full of youth, hanging on my bedroom wall.

This means... I am still alive. A reverie flashed through my mind in a lucid dream-like state that I was Rupert's and Dr. Georgia Holloway's child. Georgia Holloway-- this man's wife-- was the doctor who was assigned to the Intensive Care Unit in the hospital I was admitted in.

I was right. This was the man I've seen from the boy's consciousness-- the one who can move things with his mind. That boy from the market-- he is my brother in this life. But he said everyone in his family died. How is our father standing before me?