Five.

Aria

I could hear their voices. Travelling through the small house, echoeing through the empty rooms. They were talking about me and a young voice was claiming to be my sister. I should have gone down. There were a lot of things I should have done, instead I chose to stay here, listening with my ear pressed to the floor.

There was more than one person, I could smell them and yet, this young one was the other one to speak. Was she the oldest? Were they children?

Just go down and see.

'No, not until I know what is happening. It's probably some sort of trap.' Tala rolls her eyes at me but quietens down.

The moment the young girl said my father was alive, I was out the door and down the stairs. In the kitchen the girl was surrounded by eight men. Different coloured eyes all turn to look at me. But hers stood out the most. They were exactly like mine. Same dark hair too.

“Ryan…”

He stands next to me and asks how much I have heard.

“Some.” I stare at the young girl, the one that looked jus