Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 6

"How is that possible?" Dean asked, his voice shaking with confusion and anger.

The General's expression changed to one of sadness, and he sighed heavily. "Long ago, I left your mother when she had just given birth to you.

I was young and irresponsible back then. I didn't know how to be a father, and I didn't know how to take care of you both."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Later on, I joined the Elite Forces and rose through the ranks. I became the Supreme General, and I felt accomplished.

But when I tried to settle down and have a family, I discovered that I had inhaled a toxic gas during battle. It made me unable to bear children."

The General's eyes locked onto Dean's, filled with regret. "That's when I started searching for your mother, Martha, to ask for her forgiveness. I wanted to make things right between us."

Dean's eyes widened in shock, and he cut the General off. "Wait, hold up. Are you saying that Martha, who has been claiming to be my foster mother, is actually my real mother?"

The General's expression changed to one of confusion, and he asked, "She didn't tell you?"

Dean turned to his mother, who was already shedding tears. "Mom, is this true?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion.

But all Martha could do was cry. She couldn't explain to Dean that she had kept the truth from him all these years to avoid his questions about his father's whereabouts.

Dean's face contorted in anger and hurt, and he exclaimed, "I can't believe this!" before running outside.

The General turned to Duke and said, "Go after him."

Meanwhile, he slowly approached Martha, who was still crying. He tried to touch her, but she shifted away. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

He tried to touch her again, and this time, she didn't move. He surrounded her with his arms and whispered, "I am truly sorry."

All Martha could do was cry, her body shaking with sobs as she finally allowed herself to confront the pain and regret of the past.

Meanwhile Duke quickly followed after Dean, his long strides eating up the distance between them.

He finally caught up to Dean at a bridge, where Dean was standing at the railing, staring out at the water below.

Duke approached him cautiously, sensing the anger and hurt emanating from Dean. "Dean, please listen," Duke said softly.

But Dean didn't turn around. Instead, he kept staring out at the water, his fists clenched at his sides. "Just leave me alone," he growled.

Duke hesitated, unsure of what to do. But he knew he couldn't just leave Dean like this. He took a deep breath and tried again. "Dean, I know this is a lot to take in. But please, just hear me out."

Dean slowly turned around, his eyes blazing with anger. "What could you possibly say that would make any of this okay?" he spat.

Duke held up his hands, palms outwards. "I'm not here to make excuses, Dean. I'm here to help you understand what's going on."

Dean snorted. "Understand? You think I can just understand why my whole life has been a lie?"

Duke took a step forward, his eyes locked on Dean's. "I'm not asking you to understand, Dean. I'm asking you to listen. Just listen to what I have to say, and then you can decide what you want to do next."

Dean's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything. Duke took that as a sign to continue. "Dean, your father...General Ambrose...he's not a bad man. He's made mistakes, yes, but he's trying to make things right."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "By telling me that my whole life has been a lie?”

Duke winced. "I know it's a lot to take in, Dean. But please, just hear me out. I have been friends with your father for a very long time.

He is not a bad person. When he left your mother he was just about your age. At this age it is easy to make small mistakes that you won't know that would lead to something bigger.

And that is just what happens. Your father was unfortunate not to have more children. Which was fate's way to correct his mistakes and bring him back to you.

On the bright side, it is time to move on and embrace your new self as the General's Son.”

With that speech, Dean's heart was touched, and Duke noticed this. He pointed the way home, “shall we?” He asked and Dean replied by nodding.

As they entered the mansion, Dean's eyes landed on his parents, who were sitting on the couch together. Martha's head was lying sadly on John's shoulders, and they both looked up as Dean approached.

Their eyes were filled with guilt and regret, and they both stood up as Dean got closer. Dean could see the pain and sorrow etched on their faces, and his heart went out to them.

As he reached them, Dean opened his arms and hugged them both tightly. His parents held him close, relief washing over their faces as they felt their son's forgiveness.

"Mom, and Dad, we all make mistakes," Dean said, his voice filled with emotion. "I forgive you."

His father, John, pulled back and looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "I promise, son, I'll make it up to you. I'll do everything in my power to regain your trust and respect."

Martha smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "We love you, Dean. We always have."

Dean smiled back, feeling a sense of closure and new beginnings. "I love you too, Mom and Dad."

As they hugged again, Duke smiled and nodded in approval. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey, but he was glad to see that Dean and his parents were taking the first steps towards healing and reconciliation.

Mr John turned to Duke, “ask one of the maids to show John his chambers.”