We lived in a small old house, foliage extended over the sides of it’s worn blue exterior, almost as if the earth was trying to pull it within itself. 

I brushed my hair to my left with my hand, peeking through my blonde strands to see his face. His glasses resting high on his own.. “I sought for the rebellion.” I expected disapproval, denial or full ignorance to the matter. A rebel summoner was unheard of till me.

*In shock, as if you just found the holy grail or something* “Alex, Calawither was my father's last name! Jacob is my uncle!”

“My uncle lives in Detlas, If we find him he might know more about who my mother was.”