Search for the Extinct [Last of Elves book 2]

Twenty-Nine: Aura

Aura

I’m half elf.

The quill clattered on the top of the table, shaking too much to write anything more. The revelation was huge, and required a massive amount of time to take in. Soon, though, it was picked up again, and continued writing.

It was shaking.

In all my wildest dreams, I never thought that my father was an elf. I never realised that my mother loved – loves – him. Watching him burn would have been heart wrenching.

I can’t imagine it.

But he survived. With only the scars as a reminder.

His scars, and me.

One for my father, one for my mother.

I don’t really know what to think. It’s all so … much. So big. Almost scary. I don’t know what to do.

For a long moment, the quill was still, thinking. Wondering. Almost hoping. Then, it began moving again, slowly, carefully.

I like Ali. And I like Kura.

I liked their home. It was peaceful there, and I felt like I belonged.

Ali said he knew. He’d known the whole time who I was. But he still treated me like a normal girl. Not the daughter of the High Priestess.

I liked it.

Again, the quill stopped moving. The night air rushed through the room, filling it with the faint scent of spring.

My mother … I know that Ali was telling the truth. She hadn’t known that he’d watched over her – over us. And I like that, too. It’s like he knew that we needed to be alone.

But I don’t know why he didn’t tell me. I still don’t understand why my mother didn’t tell me!

Anger rushed through the quill, breaking the end off sharply. Ink splattered everywhere, staining the page. Despite that, it continued to write. Sharp jagged words appeared on the page, slashed across the paper in the deep black ink.

I want to know! I should have known! She should have told me before now. Before I found out by eavesdropping. It’s not right!

Shaking violently, the quill stopped yet again. A tear dropped onto the paper, mixing with the still wet ink, creating strange and eerie patterns. For a long moment, all was still. Then, the quill moved, gently touching the paper.

I like Ali, and I like Kura. I like the beastkins. I like Kú. I want to get to know them.

After all, they’re … they’re my family.