Lahat ng Kabanata ng Awakening Prime: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Have you ever looked in a mirror and found that you were unable to identify the person staring back at you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't see the person that you were supposed to see. For me, I kept on seeing her. Taitan, I presume, was the name of my alter ego. A part of myself that I couldn't tell the difference between her and I. I could name a million times that I felt out of place within myself and at the same time I couldn't draw the line between where I fell back into the passenger seat and let her drive. What was this thing inside of me and why did my mother keep such a big secret from me for all these years? Why did she neglect to tell me about this part of myself? I bet that there were a lot more things that she forgot to tell me about…and I knew just where to find them. I had thought that my mother didn't keep secrets from me but she did get very upset once when I was younger. I was going through my nerd phase that kind of stuck but that's not what's

I released a sigh of boredom. What was I doing here…in this room with this guy I barely knew talking about something that he knew nothing of? My legs wouldn't stop bouncing up and down and Parys couldn't stop giving me death stares. "Can you stop that? You are giving me anxiety," he said massaging the side of his head. I sighed once more. There was a weight on my chest, it came with my intense feeling of restlessness. "I shouldn't be here. I have better things to be doing with my time," I said folding my arms and clenching my jaw. We were currently sitting at the back of a classroom that would of usually been about the ascension. The teacher in charge out of the blue decided to have an emergency meeting, requiring all students to attend. Even the ones that didn't attend classes frequently. I was only here because my ascension was far closer than I had anticipated. And although I was 100% certain I knew more about it than this dimwitted teacher, there was always more to be l

I glanced around incoherently, stumbling over my feet as I gathered my bearings. I was at the academy gates but the guard posts were empty. A strong hand suddenly gripped my arm tightly and I began to panic. It took 5 seconds for me to recognize the person who was steadying me. "You…" I trailed off, pointing at him. The hellhound with the red streak going through his hair nodded. "You said to tell you everything that happened if you ever started acting strangely," he spoke as if counting his words. "You act strangely now," the red head hellhound pitched in. "Oh, okay. What did I tell you to tell me?" The hellhound frowned, glancing up at the sky. "Nice…work, mentally. He totally bought the dramatic beat up to pulp you and then the further dramatic screams as we burned alive," he said in the same strange accent counting his words. I huffed, of course he did. I shook my head and to think for a moment I thought that I could be capable of getting my dad back. I shook my head

I resisted the urge to stomp my feet childishly while swinging my shoulders. Instead I took a deep breath. I could fix this, we could fix this. I just needed to find Cassian and apologised. I began to walk after Cassian, when Parys suddenly grabbed my wrist. What? Didn't he want me to go after him? Was this a 'he needs some spaces' situation. I glanced down at Parys' tight grip and then met his gaze with confusion. He blinked out of a trance and then quickly released my hand. "Sorry," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously. This was strange, Parys behaviour. I turned towards him slowly. "Are you okay," I asked genuinely worried about him. We still hadn't had that talk about his love life yet and it was most definitely overdue. "I'm fine. I…ah…can we talk later," he paused to glance towards the others but I was already nodding. "Later, in private. It's something important," he continued. "Oh, okay," I said, glancing towards the floor. This sounded very import

I was perched in a tree, simply to put it. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories that Professor Faren had sent to me. Xerxes was the name given to him by his father but he had another name, given by his mother. That was how I was supposed to reach out to him. Though I couldn't bury the nerves spiking under my skin, raising my temperature and making me uncomfortable. Was it weird that I was nervous? All this new information was making my stomach twist and turn. Why did this feel so different? I had met Xerxes recently and he was a narcissistic ass hat but I guess I had never met the man my mother fell in love with. It was making me nervous and I needed to focus. I exhaled slowly, hoping down from the tree branch. It was very far from the ground which was how I got up there in the first place. Well, it was not as if the serene scene that I had painted was real. I stood under a large tree, full of branches that hung low and broad leaves that swayed subtly. There was short gr