Return of the Mythic Bloodline

Chapter 503: The truth

"So what do you want to tell us?" Maa asked with a sigh, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and weariness. She was sitting on the sofa with Aryan and Sister Aisha beside her, the three of them forming a wall of expectant faces. Inayat was busy playing with her toys behind the sofa, her little murmurs echoing as she made up her own stories with the prince and princess doll, completely free from the tension building in the room.

Meanwhile, I sat before them on a chair, my chin resting on my hands. I was fully prepared to reveal everything to them, but now that I sat before them, I could not decide where I should actually start. The words tangled on my tongue.

"Oy, little shit, we have been sitting here for the last five minutes," Aryan muttered, impatience dripping from every syllable. "If you have had your fill of looking at our faces, I am moving inside my room. I have a meeting to attend to."

He was about to rise from the sofa when I declared, taking a deep breath that filled my lungs, "I am not from this world."

The crease on Aryan’s forehead deepened, lines etching into his skin. "Starting my day with your bullshit is the least thing I want."

"First, listen to what I have to say, man. I am being serious," I said, my voice firm and my visage solemn, leaving no room for doubt.

"It may appear like something straight out of a fantasy tale, but what I am going to reveal is the whole truth about me."

I tapped my forehead with my index and middle finger. When I retreated my hand, a faint wave of energy connected my fingers to my forehead, glowing softly in the morning light. As my hand moved further away, the energy wave separated from my forehead with a short tail, pulsing like a living thread.

"This is my past. You will see visions of my life through it."

One by one, I placed my finger on Aryan, Sister Aisha, and Maa’s forehead, letting some of the energy absorb into their heads. They were confused, their brows furrowed, but they did not say anything. They simply sat still.

The memories of my childhood flooded into them. My home in the Hundred Sky Mountains, the towering peaks shrouded in mist. The moment when I left for the Sentinel Line. I deliberately left out the memories of war. They would have been too intense for Maa and Sister Aisha to witness, too filled with blood and screams.

Only a few seconds had passed for me as they watched a short movie of my life, trimmed to just a few hours to show only what was necessary. Their eyes were closed, processing images and emotions that were not their own.

"Wh-what the hell did I just see?" Aryan gasped, his eyes widened and his mouth parted in shock. His usual composure had completely shattered.

Maa and Sister Aisha carried similar shocked reactions, although Maa looked more afraid than shocked. Her hands gripped the edge of the sofa, knuckles white.

They remained silent for several minutes, letting the weight of what they had just experienced settle into their bones. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the quiet.

"Have you learned some kind of illusion spell?" Aryan finally spoke, his voice stuttering. I could sense the annoyance hidden beneath it, a defensive shield against the impossible.

I shook my head slowly. "This is the truth about me."

His expression hardened, anger clear on his face. "What kind of prank are you pulling on us?" He snapped, his voice rising. "This is not even funny at this point."

"It is not a prank. Why would I even do that?" I replied, my brow furrowing in frustration.

"Because you are a little shit!" He jumped from the sofa, the cushions bouncing beneath him, and was about to move away when I demanded, my voice cracking under the pressure, "I am already struggling to reveal these things to you. Can you at least not make it more difficult than it already is?"

"I am not playing along with your pranks. Grow up, you bastard!" Aryan snapped back, his voice turning louder, echoing off the walls.

Inayat behind the sofa flinched at his loud voice. Her tiny body trembled. She quickly ran into Aisha’s arms, clearly scared, her doll forgotten on the floor.

"Aryan, calm yourself down," Aisha said, picking Inayat up in her arms and holding her close. The girl was almost on the verge of tears, her lower lip quivering. "You are scaring Inayat."

"Tell him to stop with his stupid pranks," Aryan muttered with a sigh, his voice low and annoyed, though some of the fire had dimmed. "Look how his idiocy is affecting her."

He glanced at Maa, whose face had turned pale from my revelation, her hands slightly trembling and her lips shaking as if she were cold despite the warm room.

"What is making it so difficult for you to believe me?" I asked, my fist clenching at my side, nails digging into my palm.

He gave me a sharp glare, as if he was barely holding himself back from throwing hands. The muscles in his jaw twitched.

"For an instance, let us say I believe the visions that you showed us. According to them, you are a god controlling lightning and thunder with the mere movement of your fingers.

Show it to me. Show that mighty power of your so called godhood."

I remained silent for a moment, the weight of his challenge pressing down on me. The air grew heavy.

"I cannot do it in this body."

"And here comes another made up story?" He retorted sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aryan, at least hear what he has to say," Sister Aisha tried to convince him, her voice gentle but firm, still cradling Inayat protectively.

"There is nothing to listen to, Aisha. If you witnessed the same visions as us, you must have noticed that his hair was blonde in them. Also, he was already an adult when the vision ended." He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, the tendons standing out. "The thing is... he has been with us since he was five years old."