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~Jada  

It was almost like looking in a mirror. 

When have the same green eyes, the same hair. It’s so jarring, for a moment I’m stunned, stumbling back a few steps as I eye her skeptically. There is no denying I’m related to her, and that she is the woman in my nightmares who raised me, who hid me from Kael’s father’s power, and was supposedly sent to the prisons where she was executed privately, along with my father. 

Yet, here she is, standing in front of me as if all the grief I spent dealing with in my childhood was all for nothing. Did Axel know my mother was alive all this time, and didn’t tell me? I’m not sure why I’m questioning his morals now…