Eddie fiddled with his hands. It had been a day since he and KT had saved the world from chaos and he felt it was time to make up with his dad Eric Sweet, the schools headmaster.
Since the beginning of the term, Eric had been on team evil, he'd trick Eddie, almost expelled him and his friends and most recently became the third sinner. Even though the Things Eric said as a sinner were not true, Eddie was still heartbroken. Snapping back into reality Eddie gently Knocked on Mr. Sweet's office door. A faint "Enter" was heard from inside the office, Eddie's cue to barge in.
"Edison." Eric mutter in shock.
"Yeah…" Eddie replied trailing off, he was nervous and frighten about what his father had to say.
"Edison, can- can you please have a seat." Eric gestured to the chair to the left of the front of his desk. Eddie glanced around. The small, square, green room was covered in antiques and dusty books. A few paintings and pictures hung the walls, along with diplomas. But the thing that caught Eddie's eye was the pictures of him. They were on a small table near Eric's desk. There was the one from over the summer of there fishing trip, which Eddie wasn't really excited for but went anyway, only to make his dad happy. There was also one from Eddie's childhood, he was no more then 5 or 6 when the picture was taken. It was at a park near His house in America, there was a small pond and a garden, filed with the most beautiful flowers he'd ever seen. The last picture was just his school picture from last year, no one would think that had much meaning, but it did. Last year he was the schools bad boy, but deep down he wasn't. That was just an act, a costume, all to get Eric's attention. But since they made up last term he ditched his spiky hair and leather jackets for a more laidback look. "Edison I want to talk about these last few weeks." Eric said. "I know I've done a lot of things I regret." Eddie just kept a glare, he didn't to hear it. "I just wanted to apologize, for- for everything I did."
Eddie couldn't hold in his feelings anymore. "No, Eric, I-I don't want to here this. You betrayed me, lied to many times. The things you said to me in the gatehouse, were brutal."
"Eddie, that wasn't me in the gate house." Eric choked. "I don't even remember being at the gatehouse."
"You may have been a sinner there, but The society, the elixir, the ceremony. That was really you." Eddie said. "And if those were the reasons why you left-"
"Edison, That wasn't the reason." Eric stood up from his chair, Eddie did too.
"Really, then what was it, to protect me, thanks but I can handle myself seeing as thought I don't fall for tricks so easily." The younger Sweet snarled. Eric was trying to hold back tears. It seemed everything he tried to do to make up with his son, only made things worse.
"Edison please let me explain-" Eric pled.
"You've had your chances, Eric." Eddie snapped.
"Tell me Eddie what have I done to make you hate me so much?" Eric asked. Eddie got up from his seat, he couldn't take it anymore.
"You lied, how can I believe anything you say. I can't trust you." Eddie wrapped his fingers around the brass handle and turned it stepping out of the small office. Stepping out of all his problems. He slammed the door which caused a large bang. Eric stood by his headmaster chair in shock. He ran his hands down his face and cried. Why was it him, out of every person in the world it was him. Eric wished nothing more then to go back and bring Eddie along with him all those years ago to England. Maybe then they'd have a better relationship. But he Knew deep down that'll never happen. But then Eric had an idea. He decided to tell Eddie everything. Eddie wanted the truth and That's exactly what he was going to get.
A day later Eddie stepped back into His dad's stuffy office. "What?" He snapped with a disgusted look on his face.
"You said you wanted the truth, so here you go." Eric handed Eddie an old photo graph. Eddie studied the photograph mouth open in shock.
"Um, why do you have a picture of Rufus Zeno?" Eddie questioned raising an eyebrow.
Mr. Sweet chuckled. "Eddie there is too much I haven't told you." Eddie had a look on his face that meant 'I mean business'. "Rufus Zeno, as you know, was another Osirian." Eric said to his son.
"Yeah, I already said I wasn't going to go mad with power." Eddie replied, arms crossed.
"But there's something about The Osirian's power I haven't told." Eddie glanced over and Eric gave a sad smile. "The Osirian's power is passed down from generation. Rufus Zeno was your grandfather."