Yeah, this chapter is shorter, but it is a little mind blowing.. maybe. I wasn't able to get to a computer until now.. sooooo. Even I can't wait for the upcoming chapters. Yes, more than one. Crap is gonna happen, so just hold on as the true roller coaster ride will begin, mostly starting next chapter
"Today I meet my daughter!" Orin announced.
Shit. He said it. I thought as I froze, and my stomach dropped. His name, and what he just announced rang through my mind. Orin Prine. The name haunted me.
I felt as more eyes watched me. Orin looked down, my eyes bounced from him to the different walls of the room.
"Um...I.. I… need… some air." I stuttered, trying to cover up my faster breaths. I quickly walked out the door, forcing myself to stay long enough to close it behind me. I had to use a lot of my strength to keep myself from running. If I didn't, who knows where I'd end up. My thoughts were so clouded, that I didn't notice when I walked into the market. And I wouldn't have stopped, until my name was called.
"Cath!" I instantly halted, but I had been so distracted, I didn't know where the voice came from. I thought about moving on, in case Orin, or anyone else was trying to catch up to me. A shiver went down my spine at the thought.
"Cath!" They called again. This time I caught the direction, and I walked over the the merchant. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She commented.
"I basically have." I managed to say, answering halfheartedly. She silently handed me a letter. My heart dropped. This could only mean one of two things. I didn't remember even deciding to move, but soon found myself back in the alley Ezra and I waited in. My legs gave in, so I pulled them to my chest, resting my chin on my knees. I knew he looked familiar..
I had been looking at his picture for a while then. Seeing the tint of Amber poke through the blue in his eyes. I couldn't help but think I might look like him. I was five years old.
"Mama, who is this?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the picture. She was quiet for a while, so I turned and looked at her. There was a glint of sadness in her eyes.
"He's your father." She finally spoke. I scrunched up my nose. I curiously ran my hand along my jaw, trying to find if I looked like him or not. Eventually I set the picture down, and looked up at my mother.
"Can you tell me another story?" The stories my mother had been telling me were filled with adventure, and I would try to play them out with Ezra sometimes.
"How about Orin Prine? He was a good friend." I gave my mother an odd look. I couldn't even understand then how I was able to tell she was holding something from me, and that she was lying a little. She could see it in my eyes. "Orin was a brave man." That was the first sentence of many tales my mother told me about Orin.
I pressed my face into my knees more. Orin Prine. Too many memories and emotions came up with the name. The second person that was one of my childhood heroes, that I have met. The first one I was okay with, but Orin.
Why? Why did he have to turn out as my father? I thought, as tears ran from my hidden eyes.
I was angry, afraid, and confused all in one. The only thing I was sure of is that I wanted to go home. Sit in my room, and curl up into a ball. I didn't even want to hear that name again, let alone see him. I stayed curled up for a while. Eventually I quit crying. It already took quite a bit to get me to break down like this.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Those words haunted me ever since I was young. Now it's gonna take a damned lot to do this again. Somewhere along the lines, someone hand quietly came over, and sat next to me. I moved my head up a little, keeping my chin between my knees. I glanced down at the letter, and sighed, closing my eyes. There was too big of a chance that the letter held the worse news I will ever receive in my life. Close to the fact that I just met my father. I knew too well, sometime I'm gonna have to suck it up and read the letter. But I had the excuse for the day not too. I couldn't take any more news. Period. I sat up, and looked Kanan in the eye. It wasn't worry in his eyes. There was understanding. He motioned to the end of the alley. He didn't even have to say a word. Everyone was waiting for us.
I nodded, with my voice weak, but recovering.
"Let's go home."
Just to raise some suspicion, anyone guessing, or wondering who the other person is that Allia told stories of to Ara when she was little? It's not real grand... or maybe it is. Find out in the next chapter.. Maybe..
I feel real mysterious right now.. Out of nowhere.