Chapter 38

                                    

                                          
"Let it out already," I said, glancing at the older male. I scowled and looked forward, hating the way that he had been fidgeting for the past couple of minutes while we walked to where my family would be.

                          
Cromwell huffed and scowled, but he did not turn his gaze to me. "I do not know what you are talking about," he grumbled, moving a step away from me.
                          
I shot him a seething look, blatantly ignoring the two daggers at my side as they fought to be picked up and use. "Bull shit," I said. "I know that you are trying to say something, so just say it. I won't take my daggers out if that is what you are worried about."
                          
Cromwell eyed the dagger he could see and looked me straight in the eye. He sighed and moved closer, trusting my word a little. "Why don't you push him, push them, to tell you things?" he asked. "I would've."
                          
I shrugged my shoulder and stuffed my hands into my pockets. "I want to, but I learned not to. I've tried many times before, but it didn't work."
                          
"But if you p-"
                          
"If I pester them too much, then they shut down," I said, interrupting him. "And, Mom wants me to find the information by myself."
                          
"Why?" Cromwell asked. "Why would she want you to find information by yourself?"
                          
I shrugged my shoulder. "I don't know," I replied. "She loves to see what I can think of. It's something that I got from her."
                          
Cromwell frowned and sighed, nodding his head. "But what if it something really important?" he asked. "Like it could be a matter or death, will you ask then?"
                          
I shrugged my shoulder. "Don't know," I replied. "Mom has a stubborn streak to her, always had. She will dive headfirst into these... life or death situations no questions asked. I do the same thing, which how I found out I had powers." I held out my hand and watched as a small flame erupted from my fingertips.
                          
Cromwell tensed beside me and backed away, again. He stared at my hand and watched as the little flame glided through my fingertips. "The hell?" he asked, shocked.
                          
I looked at him unimpressed. "Don't tell me that you didn't know," I said. I closed my hand and focused on my power until the fire encased my fist and down my arm before it reached my elbow.
                          
"I did know," he said. "I thought you would not do it in front of me." He was bitter and upset, I could tell.
                          
"Why wouldn't I do it in front of you?" I asked. I coaxed some water out of the air and onto my arm, covering the fire but not touching it.
                          
"Because I am a Demon/Dark Witch Hybrid," Cromwell said, bitterly. "I could turn against you."
                          
"Perhaps," I replied. I stared at him, cocking my head as I studied the male before me. "But, the question is, will you?" There was a small warning in my tone, and I knew that Cromwell picked up on it because he gulped and shook his head. "Then, you have nothing to fear." I looked forward, ceasing the use of my powers.
                          
Cromwell chuckled darkly before he sighed, relaxing as he moved to my side. "It's hard, you know," he mumbled, admitting something that he hated admitting.
                          
I shrugged. "I know." I placed my hands in my front pockets and sighed. "It gets hard fighting every day, but the good fight is never easy."
                          
Cromwell studied me before he shook his head and looked away, snorting. He didn't say a word, but there was a knowing smile on his face.
                          
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows. I was confused. I had no idea what he was thinking and hoped that it wasn't something bad.
                          
"I understand now," he said. He glanced at me and caught my raised eyebrow. I understand why you were chosen to be the Siran and not someone else."
                          
I furrowed my brows and cocked my head. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. I frowned when he shook his head and chuckled, not answering my question. "Rude," I scoffed, rolling eyes and trying not to let a smile curl on my lips.
                          
Pride filled my body, and I was very happy that I got this male to chuckle. I had a feeling that it had been a while for him to sound so carefree and not caged behind work and a duty that I didn't know about.
                          
"I am a Demon, Kyler," he said. He smirked when I shrugged my shoulder. "I am supposed to be rude." He winked and chuckled when I rolled my eyes at him.
                          
I shrugged my shoulder, again and smirked. "Perhaps," I replied. I sighed and moved a hand through my hair, turning serious when I gazed up at him again. "Can you at least tell me why I was chosen and not someone else?" I asked. "Please? I don't... understand... why it was me." I furrowed my brows and bit my lip as I looked at the Demon before me, praying that he would tell me what he meant.
                          
Cromwell smiled and nodded his head. His smile was forced, and I could tell that he did not want me to notice that it was. However, I did, but I didn't bring it up. "Hope," he replied, finally. He looked forward and then looked at me with a serious look in his eyes. "You bring people hope, and that is something this world is missing."
                          
I frowned but nodded my head. I didn't know how I brought people hope, but I was happy that I did. I hated seeing someone out of sorts and tried to make it so that they were feeling happy, at least for a little while.
                          
I knew how it was, to not be hopeful, and did not want anyone else to feel that way. It made life miserable when there wasn't hope.
                          
And, after that, we walked the rest of the way in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts and minds.