Free Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H

to haze…Judyala…” my mouth drops open. I scoff, shock by their confession.
    “You’re telling me, I’m the one who’ll stop the haze!” I say with disbelief.
    “Theoretically, it might be you, but it can also be anything else. It can be a person or item you’ll encounter, or it might be the growth of your powers. Whatever it is, you’ll be the one to find it. You are the one, the link to resolve the secret to the haze.” Vaniele states. I’m numb by their assertion. So that’s it, the conclusion to my overprotection. It’s because a seer saw me in her prediction. 
    “But … what makes you think it’s me? I’m sure there are many girls out there with my name.” I assume, not believing I could be so significant. I always thought there was something special about me…but never did I think it’s connected to the haze. Why place such heavy weight on me.  Why not anybody else, why me? When there are over a million people in this world. “That same day, the day she died, ye father was in the room, and ye were in his arms. She pointed at ye. And died whispering ye’z name.” Ronneto clarifies.  My eyes widen.
    “You we re all there when I was a child!” I snap breathless. “Then, you must know about my mother?” Their eyes meet one another, then back at me.
    “You were two years old when your father brought you from his journey. He never spoke about your mother. That , he kept to himself. I’m sorry Judyala, but with that subject, we cannot assist you.” Srogeri says. I miserably bow down my head. My hopes die. I don’t get it. Why did Papa mentioned my mother to me if I was never going to meet her. Why not just tell me Morgan was my mother, although I really disliked her when I was a child. I gave her such a headache, she had no choice but to get help, a nanny. My poor Morgan, I was appalling with her, constantly reminding her she was not my mother when she only deserved the best.
    I'm disappointed Srogeri knows nothing of my mother. He’s as clueless as Morgan and I. Maybe I should stop hoping for her. But how can I stop, when my mother’s memory is the reason why my father and Morgan argued so much. Morgan suffered plenty because of Father. To begin with, she loved him since they were in the first years of school, but he looked at any other woman but her. It was when Papa came to Duolic with me when he finally thought it was time to settle down. Give his orphan daughter a mother, and since she still loved him, she never rejected him. Still, I can’t say my father gave his heart to Morgan, as his life was my mother and Doomsvell.
    “So , all these years of overprotection, this is the reason why?” I say to Srogeri. He slowly nods. Vaniele walks towards me. She soothingly obtains my hands.
    “W e all have been watching you grow, Judyala. Now you comprehend why I suggested the plan. Like Willow said, it is time, and you shall give us answer. For that, we need you here. The time for us to end this has arrived.”
    “And who predicts this, you ?” Srogeri hisses. Vaniele sighs exhaustedly. She’s probably bushed by Srogeri’s bickering. I would be too.
    “Vaniele saw it. She envisaged something great.” Ronneto explains. But Srogeri argues that she’s a fake, and is an untrustworthy person. He assures her premonitions are lies, and she seeks to deceive me. To me, it’s a never-ending argument. The hatred between them brings out my curiosity. That is it! I’m going to pry in their lives until I figure out the odium between Vaniele and my old man. Obviously, there’s something odd going on.

 
    -6-
    Disastrous actions
     
     
    I hear somebody calling my brother’s name. The recurring voice annoys me. It just doesn’t go away. “Jorsay come on, wake up!” the voice insists. I groan, wondering why his voice is so close to me. Jorsay’s room is far from mine. “Jorsay is in another room, leave me alone,” I mumble, putting a pillow over my head, but before I can fall and relax,