THE ORB OF PLEIADIA

6. The Harsh Truth

“You promise you won't do anything stupid,” the pleiadian said, his tone serious.

Logan nodded, a weird sense of trust washing over him. If the pleiadian had wanted to hurt him, he would've done it by now. “I promise.”

The pleiadian mumbled some words and the ropes fell off. Logan flexed his wrists, feeling a rush of relief.

“I didn't know pleiadians were mages too.” Logan said, a bit surprised.

“Only a few of us know magic,” the pleiadian replied. “The ability only comes to those with an open mind.”

“What is your concern with what I'm doing?” Logan questioned, but hurriedly waved the curiosity aside. It had nothing to do with his mission. “Anyway, none of my business. I need to let Kregor know what I've found.”

The pleiadian chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “Just as I figured. I see my brother is using a human to do his duty. He will rather send a human to die.”

Kregor's brother?

Logan's eyes darkened, his fist balled up beside him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Kregor believes the humans killed Louis,” The pleiadian explained. “He assumes he's dead, but they never found his body. I think there's more.”

Logan's mind reeled as he processed the information. “You think Louis may be alive?”

“It is possible. Louis knew something no one else knew, I believe the humans took him for his knowledge. And those monsters will torture him to get those information.”

‘Is he really calling us monsters now?’

His thoughts turned to the elixir, the hope he had for his mother's treatment. “What about the elixir?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

He needed to know, there's some truth in Kregor's promises. For the sake of his dying mother.

The pleiadian’s expression turned serious. “Some humans were stealing the elixir, Louis caught a hint of it and went to investigate it, that's when he went missing… and was proclaimed dead,” he noticed Logan's expression, and continued.

“What do you know about the elixir. It's not just some drug or blue fluid as the humans call it. It's our essence, the core of our life. It lives and breathes...”

Logan took a step back. “I don't really care about all that,” he said firmly. “Which side are you on in all of these?”

“It's not about sides. I know what happened during those times of war, there'll be more chaos if they get the information they need from Louis. We worked hard for the truce, now some foul men want to rub that off.”

“I don't believe you,” Logan said, anger evident in his voice. “Your kind raided our city, started the war, killed my father… and now you want peace?”

The pleiadian stared upward, like he was trying so hard to weigh his next words. Finally, he let it spill. “Vince died in battle, but not in the hands of a pleiadian.”

Logan froze, his heart racing. How did he know his father's name?

Memories of the past flooded his mind, and he was transported back to a moment with his father, Vince. The door swung open, and Vince struggled to drag his bags in, he was back from a work trip, a tired smile on his face.

“Dad! Dad, you're back!” Young Logan ran with his arms wide, dropping his airplane toy as he leapt into Vince's arm. Vince lifted him up, twirling him around, and Logan giggled with joy.

Someone was at the door too, his face was covered with a leather hood. “Vince, is this the child?” the mysterious figure asked.

Vince’s expression turned serious, and he set Logan down. “Now is not a good time.”

Logan stared at the figure, curiosity getting the better of him. “Hello,” he said, waving.

The memory faded, and Logan's eyes snapped back to the present. The pleiadian stood before him, his silver eyes watching him with a mix of sadness and understanding.

Logan's mind reeled as he pieced together the fragments of his past. That day, that person. It wasn't human.

His father had worked with the Pleiadians? What did it mean?

Logan's fist clenched beside him, his eyes cackling blue. “What happened to my father?” His voice livened with anger and hurt.