Spy Mage System

25 Truth and Bonds

Out of nowhere, I heard footsteps coming fast behind me and my first intention was to run. I quickly got up to my feet, but when I turned around, I saw Mr. Drails staring at me right there.

I was dead without a doubt, and I mean without a doubt.

“Connor,” he said. “What are you doing?” I couldn’t find myself to talk, but that is until he taken a gander at what I was holding in my grasp.

He appeared to be surprised himself, sighing as he gradually walked to me and gradually took the birth certificate away from me.

“All things considered, I suppose you found out,” he said, this time with an all the more weighty sigh as though it prompted a while back, which I’m certain was a while back when I was conceived.

“Connor, if you can if it’s not too much trouble, sit down in that chair please,” he said in a repressed voice.

Yet again I did and he did something very similar, and he sighed, but this one was the heaviest of all.

“Your mother and I were acquaintances when we were in the YMPA back in 1992. I truly liked her, although I didn’t know she felt something very similar,” he said. “My friend at that time, Demetrius Rocke, additionally felt a similar about her.”

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He laid in reverse on the chair as though telling him this was at that point too much energy used to try and continue. “At some point, we were determined to keep an eye on a Russian general. Your mother, me, and Demetrius were on this mission together, but we were separated from one another.”

“What occurred?” I asked, with an apprehension that I didn’t feel.

“We were trapped by these revolutionaries, and your mother and I were separated from one another. She was taken by the revolutionaries, and I was captured by the Russians,” he said. “Demetrius was killed by the revolutionaries. I was tortured for a really long time by the Russians, but I got away. I immediately hurried to find your mother until I viewed as her, and I had the option to get her to safety.”

I took a gander at him with my mouth wide open. “So then, how did Demetrius escape, since he obviously isn’t dead,” I said. Mr. Drails said, “A year passed after the incident, and afterward one day he arrived as everybody thoroughly searched with sickening dread as though he was a zombie or something. We thought he was dead, but we were elated to see him. But he wasn’t elated to see us he said we left him for dead and that we didn’t try to help him. He was mostly distraught at your mother though, in light of the fact that they were both captured by rebels. Before long enough they got into a fight, using the most intense of their powers and tricks and almost blowing up the school. I can still recollect the students screaming with sickening apprehension. I realized I expected to follow through with something, so I tackled him, trying to stop him from killing everybody. But it was too late, soon enough explosions from the school continued to explode, and it destroyed around 50% of the town,” he said. “We were kicked out of school.”

I sighed in shock, not knowing all of this occurred.

“Your mother and I supported each other at whatever point we could, and afterward we married ten years later, in 2003. We were together for a considerable length of time and afterward we had you, Connor. But then, when we birthed you, Demeitrus started to hunt us. We hadn’t seen him for a considerable length of time but he was still as rageful as could be expected,” he said. “We tried to run from him but he generally followed us, and I realized it wasn’t alright for you. I told your mother to get with my brother and to just live with him. To forget about me, and she did so. She married my brother, but she never forgot me. In fact, that’s the manner by which you even know I was your uncle.”

“Except you’re not,” I said. “You’re not kidding.”

“Indeed, I am,” he said. “I have been your father since you were conceived, I still will be.”

“So why you sent me to conflict with him in the mission,” I inquired. He sighed. “I thought you would have the option to kill him with your Perk, so there would be harmony amongst our family, but in light of the results: You weren’t prepared,” he said.

“So for what reason didn’t you tell me any of this before now?” I inquired.

“Since I didn’t want to ruin your childhood. I wanted you to have an ordinary life, and I was afraid that if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t have the option to trust me any longer,” he said. “But presently, it doesn’t really matter to me what you think of me. I just want you to know the truth now.”

I shook my head. “No, I mean, I’m happy you’re my father, but I’m distraught that you lied to me for such an extremely long time.”

Mr. Drails stood up and he smiled. “It was to your benefit. I wanted you to be a strong man with the goal that one day you could protect the world from evil.”

“But you blacklisted me,” I said. Mr. Drails sighed, and he sat down.

“Indeed, I did,” he said. “All I wanted you to do was to kill him, but perhaps you could be like me, be what I used to be. But perhaps not this way, most likely not. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, but I was afraid you would hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” I said. “What’s more, I won’t ever will.”

“Great,” he said. “Presently, could we take a walk outside, and I’ll show you something.”

I gestured and we walked outside, where the sun was shining brightly. The trees painted the grass with beauty and poise, and the birds chirped and sang in the air. I saw a little lake in the distance, and I heard a familiar sound. The sound of rocks hitting the water, and afterward a sprinkle. It was as though it was morning, although it was four in the evening. “Along these lines, what are we doing?” I asked Mr. Drails.

He smiled and pointed at the lake. “That’s where I grew up, and that’s where my parents died.”

I wheezed in shock. I turned to him and I saw his eyes were brimming with bitterness and pain. I felt terrible for him. I felt terrible for all of this, but I couldn’t resist. I realize that this was my family.

“I’m heartbroken,” I said.

Mr. Drails sighed. “At least you met your mother’s parents, luckily they aren’t dead. My father was a psycho sort of, but your’s mother was actually an exceptionally nice lady. I was actually stunned to perceive how she turned out to be,” he said. “My mother was to a greater degree a revolutionary, but she was still a nice individual, and I’m certain you’ll meet her sometime in the not so distant future.”

I gestured, knowing I wasn’t going to be alive to see her that “sometime in the not so distant future.”

“How’s life been doing ya?” Mr. Drails asked me.

“It’s been alright,” I said. “I’ve had some promising and less promising times, but generally speaking, I’m doing great. Though the school still feels a bit weird to me, and I’m not completely certain how I feel about the botched mission.”

“All things considered, I genuinely want to believe that you don’t lose the feeling of what you were raised for,” he said. “What’s more, I genuinely want to believe that you find a method for forgiving me.”

“I as of now have,” I said.

Mr. Drails snickered. “Yeah, I suppose you have. I’m just happy you figured out the truth. I know that I haven’t forever been the best parent, but I’m still your father.”

I gestured. “I know, and I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, child,” he said.

I sighed and smiled. “I will miss you,” I said.

“I will miss you too,” he said. “It’s nice to see you’re not difficult to get alongside, though you’d be an introvert like me.”

“Trust me, I am,” I said. “I just need a little additional opportunity to get used to everything, and I’m certain I will.”

Mr. Drails smiled. “All things considered, I think it’s time to take you home so you can start doing your schoolwork for high school.”

Before sufficiently long, he opened a portal out of no place, not in any event, giving personal time to try and get ready to walk through.

I wound up out and about that was about fifty feet from my home, and right at that moment – a feeling of bitterness and satisfaction struck my heart as tears welled in my eyes. I quickly wiped them off before they could slide down my cheeks, and I walked home feeling entirely different than anticipated.