Chapter Seven Misha

The Castle of the Veil, also known as the Veil Warden Academy, is a beautiful place, which is completely opposite to everything we’ve been taught our entire lives. It’s styled and decorated in the Renaissance era, and the courtyards are beautifully kept sitting areas. The entire vibe of the place is live and let live but respect each other.

What in the feck is wrong with that? Why all the stories? Nothing I was taught from kindergarten to graduation is true. Why did they feel they needed to play all the cloak and dagger games? I am so confused but mostly, I’m angry as hell about losing my mate.

“I don’t know why you’re upset, Misha. You knew what was going to happen. Everything was explained to you by one of our Dream Walkers. He was able to prove every detail to you so that you would believe him and set certain events in motion. As we’ve already told you, your sister and parents are alive and well.”

I know that complaining isn’t going to accomplish anything other than annoy them and me, but for fuck’s sake they could have let me say bye to Tresia, mom and dad. My mom is probably a basket case. I just hope and pray that they understand why I did what I did. I might be a shit brother, but I’d never knowingly hurt anyone, at least not without a damn good reason.

“Yeah, I knew what was going to happen, but knowing and experiencing it are completely different. My sister, my twin sister told me to fuck off and that she hoped I was sent here. Do you have any idea how much that hurts? I still don't understand why we couldn’t at least tell her. I mean, come on, all of this is for her and her mates.”

I’ve never been one to pace, but then I’ve never been a part of a plan such as this before, and I need to do something with this energy. I want to ask if it’s true I’ll never mate? That would be some serious bullshit, and I’m not too sure how I’d handle that one. I did what I did for the greater good, not because I’m a short-sighted, narrow minded, idiot like people think.

“Look, I get it, sort of, but I need to look out for myself as well as everyone else. So, what’s the plan now? Will I be kept from mating? When will I get to see my family again? My parents must be beside themselves, thinking I’m a total screw up and Tresia’s run off with a six pack of men.”

“Well son, if you’d stop pacing so your mom and dad can catch up to you, we’d like a hug and maybe some coffee. I believe there’s quite a bit we need to be filled in on. And, before you ask, she’s fine and with her men, but then I think you already know that… don’t you?”

I swear I spun myself around so fast, I nearly fell over. Dropping my glass of Mead, I’m running toward my parents before it even hits and shatters on the ground. Wrapping my arms around my mom and dad, emotions flood my body and I’m crying before I know it. Mom’s complaining she can’t breathe, and I can’t tell if dad is laughing, crying or both.

“I’m so glad to see you both. I swear everything was planned. I’m so sorry I couldn’t...”

“Misha, calm down son. Mom and I know everything. Tresia also understands. The most important thing is that everyone is alive. We’re together and your sister is on her way to fulfill some sort of prophecy that I must admit to being curious about. We don’t have a lot of time here, but everyone agreed a short visit was warranted.”

Releasing my parents is hard but I know there’s much to talk about. Looking at both of them and then over to Elio, “How about we all go to my apartment. We can have dinner, some Mead and talk about the unfolding events that will rock City Center and the Outlands.”

Waving my arm in a, ‘come hither’ motion, I turn away from my parents and begin to lead them to my apartment which was already set up with all my belongings when I arrived. Elio is walking behind my parents as a guard to the Rebirthed Oracle’s parents. I hope they’re ready for everything we’re about to throw at them. I’ve only had a day to come to grips with things and I still have questions.

Walking into my apartment building is overwhelming. It resembles a Gothic Castle. Inside matches the aesthetics of the outside. There are several different levels and depending on which is the one your apartment’s main door is on, decides which elevator you take. I don’t understand how it works but each apartment is two floors. There doesn’t seem to be enough space for that, but Elio says, with magic, anything can be accomplished.

After the short elevator ride, and the double doors slide open, we step from the elevator directly into my foyer. White and slate gray marble make up my foyer and it screams that it’s made for me. The wood floors look as though they’ve never been used compared to the thousands of feet that have walked over them over the years.

Pointing to the fireplace and asking for a warning fire, it ignites, making both of my parents gasp. “Mom, dad, I promise there’s nothing to worry about or be afraid of. There’s much to discuss. Why don’t you both have a seat while I put on the kettle for tea. I think it might be easier to begin once all your questions are out of the way.”

Walking into my kitchen, I know I don’t have all the needed information, but I have enough to at least put their minds at ease. They aren’t supposed to be here yet and I’m not sure how they talked themselves here but I’m grateful. Maybe now my own mind will settle and I’ll be able to focus on everything I need to learn.