Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! To CoColzYumy: I agree with you. I hate making Cress and Jacin being so clueless, but, it was the best I could come up with. Like I said, I'm still learning. But thank you anyways, I'm glad that you like the story, CoColzYumy. The rest of you guys, thanks a lot! 8 reviews doesn't sound like much, but it means the world to me. I'm pestering my sister with them, forcing her to read them every time one shows up ;) Have fun with this chapter, it will be fun, I promise you. :D
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Jacin ran all the way back to his parent's house, clutching the file papers in his right hand. He flew up the steps to the brown two story house, and burst in, finding a rather ironically peaceful scene. Garrison and Josie Clay were drinking coffee, Garrison reading the newspaper, The Lunar Times (another of Queen Cinder's doings) and Josie was writing in her journal.
When Jacin burst into the house, and his, parents? Guardians? looked up at him with a worried expression. Jacin then realized that he must have looked frightened.
"Son, what's wrong? Did something happen at the palace? Is the Queen safe?" Garrison demanded. Jacin flinched at the words son. It was a lie, all a lie, it was just like a glamour. For 16 years, he'd been under a glamour of a false happiness of a family. Jacin, instead of answering, threw the adoption file onto the table with a loud smack.
Josie took one glance at the file, reading the label. Instead of crying, like Jacin thought she would, Josie sighed, and pulled out a chair for Jacin to sit in. Ironically, it looked like Garrison might burst into tears at any second. It was a rather comical sight, the emotionless guard, now ready to burst into tears of uncontrollable emotion.
"I'm adopted. Stars, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Jacin demanded. He could feel the heat rising to his face. Not blushing, just out of anger. Josie once again patted the chair, and Jacin sat down, determined for some answers.
"So, yes, you are adopted Jacin. We were going to tell you when you turned 18, but it looks like it will be now. Garrison dear, do you want to explain, or me?" Josie asked gently to the old guard. Garrison could do nothing but shake his head in a slow arc. As if he went any faster tears would spill out. Josie, sighed and started speaking.
"So Jacin, your father and I wanted a child very, very much. But if you've read those files, then you should have known that I am unable to produce children. It was a very sad time for my and your fath-, Garrison," Josie caught herself in time.
"Anyways, we were looking for an adoption, and we were so, so very lucky. A healthy baby boy was being given up for adoption. Garrison and I rushed to take claim of you. We learned that the parents were not able to keep the child, and was willing to give him up. They had already named him Jacin.
"We were so happy, it as the happiest day of our lives. It was a sad day for Cylia though," Josie let out a small sigh. Jacin shot up out of his chair.
"Wait, you said Cylia. What about her?" Jacin thought he already knew the answer to that question.
"Why Jacin, she was your birth mother," was Josie's gentle reply.
"Cylia was a scientist, she was required to give up you, Jacin. I'm sure she loved you very much. She made sure that you went to me, because she knew how much I wanted a child," Josie sat, daydreaming about the past.
Jacin inhaled sharply and then asked,"So then Sage Dmitri Darnel is my birth father, right?" Garrison spoke for the first time since Jacin's visit.
"Yes, he was, how did you know that?" Here Jacin blurted out a hurried summary of Cress, Dr. Darnel, and how they lived right across from them. Jacin wasn't entirely sure that they understood the whole thing, but right now, that wasn't important. After the rushed speech, Jacin reached for the door.
"I have to go tell Cress I found her long lost twin," Jacin yelled over her shoulder as he sprinted towards Dr. Darnel's house.