Chapter 25

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“I’m scared not of the lies but of the truths peeling behind the layer of lies that I will discover.”

 

 

Truths, lies, and a phone call

 

 

 

I closed my eyes. Everything else seemed to blur out. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my own heavy breathing.

  Queen Makaelin had killed Clifford Reynolds and more humans.

  Markus Reynolds was right.

  My father had the same disease as King Decus.

Fourteen years have passed since I was three and my mother left Earth. She would be dead by now, since many years would’ve flowed on Earth. If I had come sooner, I would’ve seen her. If they had told me, I would’ve seen her.

  Markus Reynolds was going to kill me if he got the chance. Giving him answers would mean telling him the story. Queen Makaelin had passed away not long after father did due to stress and grief.

  To Markus Reynolds, I was the half-son of Queen Makaelin, the alien who had killed his father thirty-three years ago.

  “Urgh!” I screamed out, going to a crouch and covering my face.

  “I’m guessing there’s more to that long letter,” said James quietly.

 Rezia touched my shoulder slightly. “Eron-“

  I roughly stood up, shaking my head. “You know what? Yes! I am not honored to be chosen among many to go to Earth to search for the cure for the king because I’m freaking scared about lots of things. I’m terrified that I’ll fail, which seems extremely plausible in this case! Why didn’t King Decus choose someone smarter, braver and stronger? Why was I, the concubine’s son chosen? Was it so that if I fail at my duty they can finally find a valid excuse to cut my head off?”

  Years of anger, frustration and the stress that had built up the past few weeks exploded like magma, bubbling up from my very core.

  Rezia opened her mouth, looking pained. “Eron-“

“I’ve wanted a mother ever since I had a brain enough to see that other people had one I didn’t, and everyone hid it from me! I, of all people, deserve to know that my own mother was alive!” I yelled. “If everyone hadn’t hidden it from me, I would’ve met her on Earth. She walked this very surface and breathed this very air under this sun, and I couldn’t meet her. For the seventeen years of my life, I thought she was dead, and nobody told me! Oh, right. I totally forgot. King Decus and Lady Isha had a much more sophisticated and royal mother and the concubine was not their mother so they didn’t really give a dirt about it. By the by, their mother happened to kill a human and make everything complicated for me.”

  Rezia breathed in sharply through her nose. “If they had told you that your mother was on Earth, what would you have done? You would only be frustrated because there is no way you can come to Earth to visit her. You keep highlighting that you’re a concubine’s son. Fine, then! Let me highlight that too and use it to refer to reality. They don’t let a concubine’s son travel in and out of Cevic to Earth, Eron. How would’ve met her?”

  I jabbed a finger to my chest, the restraint too much stretched for the seventeen years, snapping. For so long I hadn’t been able to say my feelings, what I thought, speaking like that was making me feel finally free.

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