"Okay, seriously, what's wrong?" Cyril comes out into the hallway next to me. My heart is pounding a million beats per minute. My racing mind tries to keep up with what he's saying, what he's telling me, but I seriously can't cope with what I've just found out.
My whole life is a lie. My mother is Sophie Foster.
"At least you're still my cousin!" I laugh deliriously as the world goes dark around me.
When I wake up, Mom, Dad, and Cyril are leaning over me on my bed. No, not Mom and Dad, my mind reminds me.
"Are you alright, Alarik?" asks Bex, I guess I should call her. Still, the feeling is alien. Not knowing my own mother. Not knowing anyone truly. They have all betrayed me. Except Cyril. But did he know all along?
"I can't believe--" I start loudly, my blood pressure raising. But before I can finish, I break down into angry tears. Great, now I'm some sort of monstrosity and a baby.
"I think he's found out," my - er - Jensi murmurs.
"Found out what?" asks Cyril. Yet Jensi and Bex ignore him.
"Who told you?" asks Bex.
"L-lord Cassius," I blubber. "He-he's Sophie's father!" I manage to regain my composure and wipe my idiotic tears off of my face.
"That imbecile," snarls Jensi. "Two children and you'd think he'd learn to treat them right!"
"Alarik, " Bex says in a soothing voice. "We knew you would find this out eventually. We were trying to protect you. You can't always hide from your past, but we didn't want you to feel all of those negative emotions. Imagine what you'd feel of you knew your father abandoned you! Your mind would break." I touch her hand. Love. Sadness. Truth.
It's hard to stay mad at Bex. Especially since I always knew I was different. This explains everything.
"So you mean to say..." drifts Cyril's voice, "that you are the son of Fitz and Sophie? The Fitz and Sophie?"
"Yes, Cyril," says Jensi. "And it's very important that the council never finds out. They'd kill him on sight. The only way your parents recovered from being on Sophie's side is making weapons for them."
I sit up, the blood rushing to my head. I watch the color in Cyril's face drains away
Somehow I'm not surprised anymore. A sort of numbness has in, one that I'm not sure will ever go away.