Chapter 163

RYN

I remained stunned as I sat on the floor of the living room, back at the Watcher’s mansion.

Looking through the documents, I realized my parents had major stakes in real estate, technology, and so on, most of which were based in the east.

I wonder why that was.

No one talks about the East. No one even knows whether it’s a kingdom or just a place.

It just is.

But my parents had most of their businesses and assets there.

Is that why I remember nothing of my past? Is that why no one here in the West recognizes my status?

I sighed, rubbing my temple, and just then, El came downstairs with a pair of boxing gloves.

“Get up. It’s time to train.”

I let out a groan. Is she being serious right now? Can’t she see that I am currently, emotionally down and I need a moment?!

I’m sure you’re not deaf.” El added her tone, hard, as she reached the door and found me still sitting.

“I don’t want to train today. I mumbled and El frowned like she was confused.

“You don’t get to decide when you train, Ryn. I decide that, so for the last time, get up and let’s train.” She said, and then she left the house.

Knowing after this comes punishment, I threw a childish tantrum before reluctantly getting up and storming out of the house.

The morning was too beautiful for the

way

I felt.

Birds chirped somewhere high above, their songs which were light and carefree contrasted greatly with the storm brewing inside me. My boots crunched against the autumn leaves as I trudged through the woods, fists shoved deep in the pockets of my hoodie.

the clearing, standing calm and patient like always. Her arms were crossed

maintaining

just stood there for a moment, trying to calm the ache in

to the pair of boxing gloves lying on the grass near

yanking them on roughly, the leather creaking as I tightened

was here, but my mind was elsewhere, churning over the inheritance, over what had been stolen from me, over the years of pain that had piled up like a wall I couldn’t

start slow,” El

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didn’t want slow. I wanted something to burn. I stepped into the circle she’d drawn in the dirt days ago,

holding up her

“Yeah.”

expected a jab of insult but El didn’t comment. She simply adjusted, stepping back and letting me come at her again. Left

“Focus, Ryn. Breathe.”

to the chaos bubbling inside me. I gritted my teeth as I punched again, harder this time. I imagined every strike landing somewhere else–on the face of every lie I’d been told, on every cruel hand that had pushed me

El

blow, like a dam about to break. My eyes stung, my vision blurred, but

I blurted, my voice cracking

nothing, letting

into the pad. “Everything!”

face. My punches became wild, fueled by everything I couldn’t say–years of betrayal, years of silence. El absorbed every hit, never flinching,

took my parents from me. AH!” I screamed, throwing my weight into the last punch. My fist connected harder than

the ground with a sharp thud, sliding several feet away before

.

stop.

trembled, and I thought the worst of myself,

gasped, running

up, wiping

holding

at

“It had

still falling. She didn’t push just sat there, steady as ever, and

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