CURSED: The Last of Five Kingdoms.

Episode10-Back at the house.

Mael stretches out his hand at last to take the bluish envelope, addressed in black to Mr. A. Hercules,

He pulled out the letter and reads:

RAYVIN ACADEMY

THE PRINCIPAL: RABBI HOMBLEDORE

Dear Mr. Hercules,

More than anything, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Rayvin Academy. After proper assessment and analysis of the data you provided, you are more than fit to be a Rayvin.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary items, a guideline for dos and don'ts.

You are expected to report in three days and no later than that.

Yours sincerely,

Judith Mackenzie,

Vice Principal.

Mael matter reading the letter makes a face that tells that he has a billion questions and doesn't know which one to put out first. After a few minutes, he gathers courage, "mum. Explanation. Now?" He stammers.

"That will be a lot of talking and you will be late for everything. The answers you seek, you shall find at your new place," Amara says sternly.

"Mum, I am in the dark here and I deserve to have an idea of what is going on. Anything at all would be appreciated rather than this parable you have been giving me. I have no clue about all this. The school, my life or even who my real parents are. How did I even get accepted into a school I didn't apply to and you and dad are making it mandatory that it is where I would be attending."

Exhaling, "yes, I know that your father and I haven't been the most transparent people but we are insisting on that school because it is the best for you and your brother."

"Mum, it is my life, I know what is best for me. I want to study Aerospace and Formation and, that school doesn't sound like one that supports my course. I won't settle for less either. It is either what I want or not."

"Whether you like it or not, you both are going. There are no two ways about it. I am your mother and I know what is best for y'all."

Harry is about to open his mouth when his mum scolds him, "not now, Harry, shut it!"

"But, mum," Harry protests.

"Enough! Both of you. To your rooms."

Mael burning with so much anger he races up to his room. Harry follows behind him, "Mael! Mael, hold on," he calls after him.

"Just leave me alone. All of you!" Mael slams his door shut, taking a deep breath before bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

Mrs. Vandisia leans into her husband Lucas out of frustration. She almost lost it back there and, there is no telling what would've happened. For a long time, they've maintained a peaceful relationship and today happens to be one of those days that parents clashes with their children. It isn't just any child. An adult you've to be careful about talking to. Amara knows that she needs to right this wrong as on as possible because Mael wasn't one with strong emotions. It isn't easy on her part to accept that her kind Queen and her husband were murdered. It brings back all the anger and hates that she has been holding in for so long. 

"Mael deserves the truth. Especially now that he is going to the battlefield, he needs to be prepared, brace himself and be informed just in case." Lucas pats Amara's back, " you know that we've hidden the truth from him for so long and that is so unfair. The boy needs to know."

"What you are saying is the absolute truth but, how can I bring myself to talk about the past with him? I want to, but, it's not easy at all."

"Take your time. I know that you can do it. As always, you are my strong capable pumpkin." He litters kisses all over her face until the end on the floor, struggling and fighting. 

After their lovers quarrel on the floor, Amara hets up and put on the courage to talk to a very sad and furious Mael who has smashed and scattered half of the things in his room. Walking up the stairs to Mael's room, she hears a banging noise on the wall causing her to race up.

"Mael?" Knocking on his door, "Mael?" She continues knocking and calling out his name.

"Go away!" Mael replies in between sobs. "Just go away."

"You too well young man that I can't do that. I am going nowhere until you open this door. I know that my face is the last one that you want to see at this moment, we need to talk. Mael Vandisia open this door or I'll kick it open myself"

With the threat, Mael clicks the door open. Peeping first from the keyhole before he opens the door ajar.

"Truce?" His mum flashes him a warm smile which he had no choice but to reciprocate.

"Yes, you may come in." Mael leads her to his bed, clears a spot for her to sit and sits on the floor.

Looking at him briefly, she ruffles his hair like she always does, "you know that I and your dad loves you. When I say loves you, I mean a lot."

"I know, mum." Tossing his shirt that is on the floor to a basket, "I am sorry for being a spoilt jerk back there. I know that whatever you do is for our good and you do them with good intentions. I was hurt but both withstanding that fact, I should have allowed you to explain."

"You were right to be angry. We have withheld the necessary pieces of information that you are supposed to know. It is only right for you to know a few things before you leave."

"Mum, you can stop if you are not comfortable with what you are about to tell me."

“You should know as much as I can tell you — mind you, I can’t tell you everything, I'll allow you find out the rest yourself. Some parts of it is a great mystery that has not been solved." She stares into space for a full minute then shakes her head and continues. "It all began with the prophecy."