Chapter 17

Amaya

I didn’t want to see these people yet. It was too soon, I had just been told that my parents weren’t my parents and now I was standing in front of the kids that they chose to keep.

“Pensez-vous que c'est vrai?” the princess asked the prince still looking at me. I had taken french from middle to high school, when I spoke it was bad but I could still understand. She had asked her brother if he thought this was true.

“Je ne sais pas, mais elle ressemble à papa” the prince answered, looking at me closer. He responded saying I looked like their father. Did they not know about me?

“Where are you from?” the prince asked walking toward me, I could feel his aura that was strong but not enough to make me feel scared. We looked each other in the eye, both unwilling to back down.

“Greenfield, Nebraska,” I said, still looking him in his eyes. His eyes widened as he slowly backed away.

“How old are you?” he asked in a hushed tone almost like a whisper.

“I just turned eighteen” I answer