I watched Ash leave.

I leaned against a tree and slowly slid down it. Until I was sitting on the forest floor.

I sat there, for hours. Processing all I just learned. Before I knew it, the sun had set and I was sitting there in darkness.

I couldn't bring myself to move.

At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up aching just as the sun was rising.

It does make sense.

Well. Parts of it does.

Dylan. A Lykos. AKA a werewolf.. I can believe it. I mean he's always hot. Never cold. Tan. Fluffy brown hair. Inhumanely athletic.

And Ash. A Faerie. It makes sense. Silver hair, at 15. Too blue eyes. Slight yet athletic build. Elegant in a rugged sort of way.. His ears, I've never seen them. They're always covered by his hair, but. Chances are, they are 'pointy'.

And me. A lost princess. That can't be true. Forsythia Dark'myrr. What sort of name is that?

I was adopted too. That can't be right. I mean they're names are on my birth certificate. Which could be faked I guess.

If I really was adopted, my brother would know. He's 5 years older so he would have been 6ish when I was born, adopted. Whatever.

I pull myself up off of the ground and take my phone out. 3 percent. Just enough to get the answer I need. The answer to prove I'm normal. And Ash and Dylan are just pranking me. They have to be pranking me.

I can't be a princess. Lost or otherwise.

I dial the number and listen to the dial tone. He picks up on the sixth ring.

"What do you want Emba. I'm busy"

I take a deep breath.

"Was I adopted?"

A pause. A pause that confirmed what I was dreading.

"Emba.. I. We..."

A silent tear slid down my cheek.

"We were going to tell you on your 16th birthday."

8 months. They were going to tell me in July.

I hung up and threw my phone at a rock. I couldn't be adopted.

My whole life. I thought I was a James. But no.

I am a Dark'myrr.

I am the lost princess of the other world.

I felt like a new person. I'm suddenly grateful for the martial arts my adoptive parents made me take. And the 6 years of gymnastics.

I could tell that they were going to come in handy later on.

I think I''ve accepted it now.

I am not Emba James.

I am Princess Forsythia Dark'myrr of the Other World.