My friend came to visit me in Japan, so I don't have much time to be doin' much of anything right now, so I'ma apologize and just send a big ol' thanx to all the folks who reviewed the last chapter, as well as the ones before! Let's hurry and get into the story!
"Where are we?" Wesley asked, looking around. It looked like he and John were in some sort of burial ground. It also looked vaguely familiar. "Wait a minute, is this…?"
"This is where you and your brothers buried Lauren and Erik," John answered. "You remember, right?"
"Yeah," Wesley said. "Why did you bring me here?"
"You are obviously holding back a lot of emotional pain and frustration," John said. "You need to let it out now, before it consumes you."
"What?" Wesley asked, finding John's words quite comical. "I'm as together as I've always been. I'm fine. Where is all that coming from?"
"I know that you think that you feel fine," John explained, "but you're really hiding some heavy emotional baggage that you need to let go. Just talk. I promise that you'll feel a lot better about things. I'll leave you alone. When you're done, just call me."
John disappeared from the scene in his usual white lights, leaving Wesley alone and standing in front of his birth mother's gravesite. He had a confused look on his face; as far as he could tell, he was perfectly fine. He didn't feel like he was harboring any kind of emotional stress. All he wanted was to find out who he really came from? Was that too much to ask? Given everything he had gone through over the past year, didn't he deserve at least a little bit of information that would help him out?
For a long time, he just stood silent, not speaking, only thinking. He thought about the very brief time that he had talked to Lauren, his birth mother. He thought about the horrible way in which she and her husband died. All of this kept running through his mind, but it still had no connection to his actual father.
Then it hit him. His 'obsession' over finding his father was an extension of his grief over losing his mother. It hit him as powerfully as a ton of bricks. Come to think of it, he had never really showed any emotion at the funeral that he and his brothers had held for them. He hated the idea of death; it scared him. Maybe he was scared that death might come a lot sooner since he was now a witch. He still refused to talk. He only knelt down in front of Lauren's grave, thinking about the few times they had been able to interact. It made him sad that he had taken those times for granted. Slowly, his eyes watered and overflowed; tears were silently streaming from his eyes as he finally felt the grief he had missed nine months ago. It was then that he realized that him wanting to find his true father was based around the fact that he didn't want to lose him like he did Lauren.
"That was a good movie," Matthew commented as he and James returned to Oxford.
"It was alright," James opinionated, "but I liked the first one better."
"The first one was good," Matthew said. "This was better. You think they'll do a spin-off movie with the Scorpion King?"
"Probably," James said. "It's all about sequels and spin-offs these days. I wouldn't be surprised if they made The Scorpion King and released it later this year."
"Who knows," Matthew said, noticing the Book on the table. "Did you leave the Book here, open on the table?"
"No," James said. "Where's Wes?"
"He just couldn't handle himself," Matthew said, pointing to the open page. "It's a spell to summon someone who knows the truth."
"Truth about what?" James asked.
"Don't you know?" Matthew replied. "He's been ranting about who his father is for the longest time now. I think we've just been distracted by all the demons."
"Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?" James sighed. "I'll have to kill him."
"Get real," Matthew said. "Apparently, the spell must have taken him somewhere. I'm guessing that he won't get back until he finds what he's looking for. In the meantime, I've got something to show you."
"What is it?" James asked.
"It's something I've been working on," Matthew explained. "You know how when there's a demon or something we always have to find a spell or use the athame or make a potion? Well, I think I found a way for my power to become a little more offensive."
"How?" James asked. "All you can do is phase."
"Well then I guess you won't mind volunteering yourself," Matthew said. "Just make a clone of yourself and stand back."
"I'm so sorry," Wesley continued, having finally opened his mouth to speak. "It's just been so hard for me to adjust to this whole new life and all. I guess it started with my adoptive family. My parents divorced when I was young and I never had a chance to see my father then. When I found out that he died it really tore me up. I had been mad at him for so long, I never thought that I would miss him so much.
"Now it's like everything's happening all over again in reverse. I have you and someone who's my father, but you two weren't together and now you're…here and he's I don't know where. I don't even know if he's alive, but I like to think that he is, you know? But if he wants to know me, why hasn't he come to me? Am I that big of a secret? Or does he just not want anything to do with me? And everybody's saying that it's not time to know, but I think that after all I've gone through, I deserve to know.
"It's just not fair. I have this second chance to actually know my father, but once again, it seems like he doesn't feel the same way. Will we ever meet?"
Having let out all of his frustrations, he hastily realized that John was right. He had been talking for the past two hours and although he still had the same unanswered questions, he did feel a lot better about himself and his life overall. Things all of a sudden felt a lot calmer in his mind. He felt more at peace with himself. He called John.
"Two hours," John commented, appearing in front of Wesley. "I thought you died or something. What took you so long?"
"I had a lot on my mind," Wesley said. "Which brings me to this: what exactly do you call that disappearing act you do? I call it 'blinding.'"
"Funny," John said. "Good to see you still have your humor. Actually, it's called 'glimmering.' You know, on account of the glimmering lights."
"At least it has a name," Wesley said as he and John glimmered out.
Touching, huh? Well, since time is of the essence in my world right now, I'll skip ahead to what's comin' up next… Matthew shows James his new method of vanquishing the bad guys, but will it prove useful?
