Arcana Academia

Arcana: Chapter II

EDITED

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Chapter Two:

            I couldn't believe what I had just heard. They have answers to all of those unanswered questions to who, and what, I really am. Is that even possible?

     "What do you mean?" I asked, making sure I heard them right. This time it was Mom who answered.

 "Eleanor, over the past years your...incidents have been occurring more frequently." She pauses, glancing over to Dad for reassurance. "And we're worried about you, honey," Mom says, genuinely distressed. "So we have been doing some researching, trying to find out just why exactly is happening here."

I had always knew that it was hard for my parents, being what I am. But I had never really, ever thought that it had gone so far for them to 'research" about me. Something about that left a bad aftertaste.

            "Wha- what do you mean you were researching about me?" I ask. "How long has this been going on."

            Dad noticed my expression, explained. "Like we said, your mother and I have been looking in depth about your... condition these last months." Dad finishes looking a little nervous if not hesitant. Oh God, what is it? What can be worse than this?

            Mom tucked a short strand of hair behind her hair, a habit she always does whenever she's nervous or worried. It seems like she's both this time.

 "What is it," I asked. "What did you find out about me." Now I'm not so sure I want to know the answer.

 "We had tried many ways and methods to find out the truth," Dad answered. "Until a couple of days ago, we weren't able to come up with any promising results."

  "That is until one day your day had suddenly remembered some stories your Grandma Sophia used to tell him." Mom picked up the explanation. As if that really cleared things up. 

Grandma Sophia was my Grandmother that I never got a chance to know. She was dad's mom and died when I was three. As expected, I don't really know much about her. Only from stories from people who had known her have I learned anything about Grandma Sophia. Mainly that she was a very eccentric woman. Always bold, daring, brazen, never caring what people thought about her. Always just being herself. She was everything I'm not. 

            "Grandma Sophia, she told stories about those people who are similar to me right?" I ask completely bewildered at the prospect. My body was practically humming with anticipation for someone, anyone, to answer me already. I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I couldn't help it. This could be my chance to maybe, just maybe, if my suspicions were correct to finally find out just who- what- I exactly am.

            My suspicions turn out were correct. "Yes, Elle she did. Back when I was still a little boy. For most of the time, she would always tell these stories to your Uncle Luther and me. About how special our family is, and how... about how magical are ancestors were," Dad explains, letting out a sigh. I, on the other hand, am dumbfounded. I can't believe it, seventeen years of unanswered unexplained questions are starting to unveil. I could hardly contain myself. It's a good thing I'm sitting down or I'm pretty sure my knees would have given out by now; from the sheer unpredictability of everything.

            "So you mean to tell me that, what's been happening to me actually runs through the family?" I ask. "That there are really others, people out there who are similar to me?" I sound so bewildered, incredulous and a bit excited at the same time.