Chapter Eight Misha

After heating the kettle and placing everything we’ll need for a proper tea on a tray, I carry it into my small but adequate parlor. Setting the tray down, mom immediately busies herself pouring up the tea. They look as lost as I feel.

“Mom, dad, the first thing I need you to know is…I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything to either of you or my sister. A dreamwalker came to me a week ago and every night since then. Everything was planned out and before you ask, yes, even adding the alcohol to the punch. I don’t have a lot of answers, but what I do know… what I do know is going to change everything you both know.”

I hate seeing the fear that’s taking over their expressions. I hate knowing I’ll never see the happy go lucky parents Tresia and I were raised by ever again. Hopefully, things will get better and quickly.

“Misha, your mother and I begged to be able to see you before whatever is about to happen, happens. We’re limited on time, so how about you tell us the important parts. That will at least give us a mental direction.”

Shaking my head in acknowledgement I look at Elio. He sends me a wink and walks over to join us. Sitting on the arm of the chair I’m in, he begins to explain things in a matter of fact way.

“Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, this is the best and the easiest way to explain things… Everything you know, all the stories you’ve heard, all the traditions, everything is a lie. The lies started a few hundred years ago. The one story and one prophecy that is true is the prophecy and story of the Mistress of the Veil and her harem of men. The prophecy of the twins is the one that’s been kept hidden since the last Mistress of the Veil and her harem were murdered.”

The expression of shock takes over their faces and steals the very breath from their lungs. After snapping at them both to breathe, they both take in deep breaths as tears roll down mom and dad’s faces. The mention of the twins' prophecy is what really caught them off guard.

“What..what do you mean twins prophecy? Everyone always said that having twins was rare and that when we had you and your sister the Elders said wonderful things were coming. What don’t we know?”

“A lot mom. The last Mistress of the Veil and her harem weren’t murdered until they had their first baby, or should I say babies. The prophecy about the first born Veil twins said; A betrayal will begin the end and that what was thought to be known will be cast aside for the truth. Rebirth and determination of the Light and the Right will always prevail.”

Taking a sip of my tea and giving my parents a minute to absorb what they’ve heard, I brace myself for the rest. Setting my tea down and running my hands over my face and through my hair, I take a deep breath and release it slowly.

“Don’t you find it odd that no one ever made a big deal over the color of Tresia and my hair, our eye colors or even how dark our skin is compared to everyone else? Platinum hair? No one else has ever seen our color hair before. Our eyes are a different shade of blue and also never seen before. When we were born our skin was so pale that mom use to tell us she was afraid to take us into the sunlight. Now, we look like we go to a tanner everyday.”

“Misha, you act like your mother and I didn’t notice these things. Of course we noticed them, we didn’t care. You and your sister were miracles to us and that’s all we cared about. The Elders came to us several times and told us stories about how rare and precious you both were, so we didn’t think anything about prophecies or stories.”

Are parents always blind to what’s right in front of them or do parents blind themselves as a form of protection? How do I tell them that a war is coming and that my sister and I will be in the center of it. We still don’t know everything and won’t until Tresia and her men are allowed on this side of the Veil.

“Look, the hardest part of all of this is not knowing anything for certain. Tresia and her men won’t be allowed on this side of the Veil until they’re all mated. That doesn’t happen overnight. There are several steps to take and we’re blind until Tresia can cross over, but there are things we can do in order to be prepared and that is what we’re going to be focusing on. I’m sorry, but Matty, Clark, you both need to go back to Outland. Your time here is up.”

Standing up at Elio’s words I want to object but I can tell there are reasons behind his words. Stepping around the small table, I wrap both my parents into a tight hug. Tucking my head between I whisper, “Know that I love you both and so does Tresia. We will make you and everyone that believes in us proud. Those that stand against us will fall. I ask for your faith, open your hearts and minds to a new truth.”

Releasing them, I turn to escort them to the elevator when a warm breeze slaps my back. Turning at the feeling I no longer see my parents. Turning to Elio, “Your parents have their own destinies and being here is not part of that. As you’ve asked them for faith and trust, I ask the same of you.”

Elio’s voice seems to sooth the chaos in my mind. It’s deep without being rough or scratchy. I know what he says is true. “I’ll give you that and more. Shall we join the others to see what’s to come?”

Nodding his head and clasping my shoulder, I feel a warmth spread through my body and within what seems like seconds we appear in the gym. A nervous chuckle escapes me at the same time a sword appears in my hands. Time has no meaning here.