“Lavender,” he spoke her name with gentle authority. She remembered all the times as a child when he would come to her room and sooth away all her night frights. Long lost were the events of her childhood. Never to be regained. Now she stood directly in front of him, the whole room looking upon her like a criminal. “Are you aware of your true parentage?”
Lavender was chilled to the bone at the question. They were asking for names, two names in particular, Ethel’s, of course, and the name belonging to her true father. She only knew of Ethel, not caring enough to go searching for her sire. Or, perhaps, she had found herself contented with the thought of Charles as her father.
The room began to shift as her silence stretched on. Her gaze was lost in thoughtfulness as she debated between her options. She could lie and save Ethel or she could reveal the truth and condemn her. The latter certainly wasn’t the more honorable of the two but Lavender found herself leaning towards it. It wasn’t for some sick, twisted need to punish her true mother. She felt that Charles had been lied too enough for the duration of her life. He needed answers and she found herself willing to hand them out.
But, what would that mean for Ethel? Lavender wasn’t greatly practiced in the laws strictly put in place by Mystic Elders, but she knew that they held a high standard of what is expected. When had she ever been concerned with the fate of Ethel? Lavender was her mistake and she shouldn’t seek to protect the Mystic from her deserved punishment. After all, Charlotte faced the same fate.
“My mother’s name is Ethel,” The words fell from Lavender’s lips before she could stop them. There was a thrill of satisfaction as the Mystic Elder grew stiff. “She is a Mystic who is still undergoing proper training by the order of the Elders. Go below and you will find her.”
I know, it's really short. Anyway. I have passed the 20,000 word mark! I am so excited and feeling more motivated than I ever have before.
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