MAGNUS
I glanced at Lara's father, who had now regained his memory. He sat across from me, his face etched with lines of sorrow and wisdom. He had been the one to unravel the secrets of my past, and reveal the truths I had never known. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, as I prepared to confront the reality of my identity.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lara’s father, Skyrim, the Vampire King, met my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of pity and resolve. “Because you weren’t ready to hear it, Magnus. But now, with everything that has happened, you need to know the truth.”
The truth. It was a bitter pill to swallow. For so long, I had believed that my mother had simply abandoned us, that she had left my father and me without a second thought. But now, I knew better. Now, I understood the depths of the betrayal and the pain she must have endured.
“Tell me again,” I said, needing to hear the story once more, to make sense o
