1 Escorting Ylantis

Hello, I am Lotus, Yveltal Lotus, Never call me by my first name, and when I say never, I MEAN NEVER. I am from Ireland. So if you are reading this, The Doomsday is near, and this book is incomplete, forever incomplete. It is your Idea Power that will fill in this book. Now, for you to understand what I am talking about, let us travel a year back.

I am 15 years old, now a normal teen in his summer vacation would be playing games and calling for his friends to chill and hang out, I am a little different. I am planning. Planning what, you ask? A robbery, in Cairo. No, wait, let us rephrase that sentence, I am planning..... unsolicited lending of a relic from a museum. Yes, that. I am an Orphan, my parents died in a...rather mysterious explosion caused by some gases as they had told us. I lived with my father, Elai Lotus, and my sister lived with my dead mother's parents. Father never told me how our mother died, for he was always sad when we talked about her, I never asked him about her.

Father always looked forward to meeting our uncle, Uncle Sean, he visited us once every year. he is black, has braids. Dad never let me talk to him for some anonymous reason. But, one day I did sneak up to him at the age of 8. "Hello Uncle, How are you?" I said. He looked at me with his blue eyes and the moment he could utter a word, my father interrupted us and made me scarce. After that moment, we never had a break to communicate.

My sister, Ylantis Lotus, 14 years old, 59.4 inches, is crimson-headed. was always bullied for that hair color. She had a bob cut with bangs. Her skin was ivory. She was pretty famous in her school, at least that is what she says. She had many friends, and when I say many, I mean a lot. She is a genius like me, had won the international public speaking contest and is the champion of the Ireland scribble competition. My father was rich. We lived in a Manor. 'The Khasekhemwy Manor' was a famous Manor in Ireland to some extent. I, Yvelatl, myself won many competitions so I was famous too, became the youngest Chess Grandmaster at the age of 6 years, handled my Father's business of Courier service at age 9. My father was a busy man, so I spent my time with the family butler, Benson, Benson Pennyworth was my Father's best friend and my only companion. He was 54, black suit, bleached skin, 69.1 inches, bald. but I like him, he is like a grandpa. He worked with my dad in a tech company that got destroyed when Dad left. Benson was my father's good friend so he offered to be close to him and be my butler.

After my father's death, I started learning more, more about my father's death. And why was our father so keen to meet uncle and would not even let me speak with him?

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The Day after my Father's death, I had a talk with Benson. "Benson!" I shouted across the hall. "Yes, young master. " Benson said politely. "Will you chaperone Ylantis, here?" I asked him. "But your grandparents, Young master?" "Tell them that I wish to see her, I am sure they will let me speak to my own sister." I replied. "I will contact them at once, young master." He responded with his eyes squinted with a feeling of concern. Benson then left muttering something under his breath. I decided to go with Benson because I, myself wasn't too sure that our grandparents would be ardent to send Ylantis with me, as they sort of hated my father after the blender smoothie incident (don't ask) and my mother's death.

Ylantis lived in Cork and I live in Dublin. That is 259 km. 'Benson would be in the garage right now.' I thought to myself. I raced toward the garage.

"Wait, Benson," I exclaimed as I reached the door. Benson was standing beside a black Mercedes Maybach with white tinted stripes, and the hood carved into a K, holding the car handle. "I will come with you." I continued. "As you command, young master." Benson said. I sat in the back seat of the car and Benson began to drive. For 20 minutes we drove without any conversation and then I started to speak.

"Benson," I said, "Do you know anything about how athair met his demise?" "Oh young master, he was dear to me too. I know how you feel, young master. I am sorry that Master Elai died. But as you know he died in an explosion." "I am not a kid, Benson. I am sure there is something else that you presumably do know about seeing that you worked together."

We reached Cork in 3 hours. My grandmother was blonde and had a pixie cut. She was suffering from arthritis and diabetes. She was rude to me but treated Ylantis with all the love she could handle. My grandfather was somewhat boring but kind. He was superstitious. and he always liked to be referred to as cancer because it was his zodiac. He forced us to call him 'Scott Will the Cancer'. They lived in Shandon Street, Cork.

I got off the car with Benson holding the door for me. "We have reached the residence, Young Master Yvel-err- Lotus." Benson said. "Alright but cut off with the Young Master." I replied. I pressed the doorbell with Benson escorting me. My grandmo- err I would prefer to call her Mrs. Will opened the door. "Good Morning, Mr. Will and Mrs. Will." I said entering the apartment but was stopped at the entrance by Mrs. Will. "What are you doing here, you son of Lotus." She replied in a snarky way. "I am here to escort Ylantis to The Khasekhemwy Manor." "WHY? SHE WILL LIVE WITH US." "According to Father's will here, Ylantis will have to live with me in the Manor." I said while smirking.

After our visit to the grandparents, I brought Ylantis and Osprey, the bird of prey, to the Khasekhemwy Manor. "Now, the day after tomorrow we are meeting Uncle Sean."