"You look nice," I said; she has her signature pink hair cut to her shoulder and a white spaghetti dress that looked beautiful on her.
"You are not bad yourself," she replied, and little awkward silence filled the table.
"So, how have you been?" She asked after a minute of silence, "Good," I replied in one word as no other word came into my mouth.
I wanted to talk, but no word is coming out of my mouth; there is not just awkwardness but also a decade of distance, which is hard to overcome in just a few minutes.
"I have read your information, the things you accomplished are really amazing, and you did that without getting any help from your mother," She said. To that, I smiled; she is one of the few people who knew about my mother not teaching me anything about fighting.
Most people reason all my accomplishments before joining the Academy to my mother. Annabel Charleston was quite famous before that accident of the two and half decade before.
The Championship had laid bare my personal life in front of everyone, and seeing who my mother is; they thought much of what I had accomplished is due to her, which is true in one perspective but on the other.
My mother did not teach me anything related to fighting, but the value she taught me made me the person I am today, which is far greater than anything battle-related she would have taught me.
"Well, my life is quite opened for everyone to see, but yours is like a closed book; even will the money we offered, we could get more than snippets about you," I said to her, hearing that a smile appeared on her face.
"There is no much about me; after we left you, mother had accepted the offer from the Pyramid, and I has been mostly training in their facilities, and ruin's since then," she said.
"They must be quite amazing to give you such strength," I said and bringing out the real smile on her face.
"You are the one to talk; you have survived the 'I' Ruin for a whole cycle, Ive read about it Pyramid's Archive know how dangerous it is," "Nobody had survived there in the past three thousand years, except for you," she said while eyeing intensely.
I wanted to say something light about my experience there, but I found my tongue stuck. What I had experienced there is nothing less than hell there, and my heart would not let me make a light out of it.
The appearance of the waiter saved me from the answer. It took few minutes for us to choose what we wanted; the list was too long and very expensive, really expensive, but I could afford it; the Academy will pay for all my expenses.
"Your father is quite an illusionist; I had nightmares about it for quite a while," I said as I waiter left. First, Clair did not understand, but soon she did, and the expression on her face changed greatly.
"I am sorry for my father; he sometimes tends to go extreme," she apologized for her father.
"You know, I had no idea about
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