“Telling one lie almost always requires another, and before the storyteller knows it, they will be caught inside of their own web.”

Jenna Alatari

“You’re lying.” was an interesting sentence to wake up to. But that’s what I found happening to me. After a long day dissecting my stats with my family we had all fallen asleep with none of us the wiser for how to solve my crippled status. Grandfather said he had some ideas to try out but he had yet to illuminate the rest of us with them.

Or maybe he had just been waiting to get me alone for a second before trying.

You see I was no longer in my bed, box or any other family member's bed.

It was just me and him.

Hidden away in the mountain, not ominous or foreboding at all.

Especially with the line, “You’re lying.” Being the one that had woken me up. I had been sleeping deeper than usual since I had gained my new trait and had not noticed it when I was picked up from bed. Neither had I noticed being carried down the tunnel deeper into the mountain to a room I had never seen before. A room he had kept hidden from us all.

“I can tell your awake I have a skill called Foes Focus. You don’t have to be a foe for me to be able to tell if you are awake, as long as you are looking at, or listening to me.” He said before he repeated the line I had awoken to, “I know you’re lying. I just don’t know what you are lying about.” He said pacing back and forth in the hidden room. It was filled with an assortment of books he had kept hidden from the family, a variety of weapons, and some extra wealth, all hidden away in chests that failed to protect the items from the gaze of my mana sense and echolocation. If my situation had not been so alarming I would have enjoyed discovering the hidden wealth of the family as well as looked forward to what the books might reveal.

He started speaking again, “You see I can buy the Vitality trait based on your mother adding to your stats, the same thing happened to your mother. But . . . no.” He started thinking out loud alluding to my mother somehow having something similar. The same thing? I wondered but my thoughts and his sentence were cut short as he backtracked again, “Actually here is where I get stuck. Aleera is right. An infant, a fetus in the womb, simply would not be able to amass enough experience for 8 levels unless their mother was waging war while pregnant. It simply isn’t possible. Unless . . .” and here he paused, yet again. I was unsure if he was having revelations our his brain was simply firing of thoughts in random directions but it was clear that like my sister he was unconvinced and being the stubborn old goat that he was, he was going to do something about it.

“Unless,“ he repeated, “We are looking at the progress of your development wrong. The only way I can explain how you could possibly have 8 levels worth of experience considering the relatively idyllic setting of Wester Ponente, the island your mother lives on now, is if . . . somehow . . .” he struggled to speculate, to prove his point even if only to himself. Eventually, after pacing back and forth a couple more times in front of the chests stacked against the wall he started talking again.

“The only way I can see you achieving any of this is if you were aware of your status, skills and how to gain experience from the very second you were conceived let alone born.” He finally finished. Before quietly, as if he dared not utter it, “Are you truly Aliyah and Kaius’s son?” He seemed both fearful of the possibility as well as defensive of the family yet also aggressive as he finally managed to articulate his accusation or was it a suspicion.

I didn’t know how to respond to this. Was he accusing me of being someone else’s child? A changeling switched at birth? Either way, I didn’t have to respond crippled as I was and I was wary of doing so to a man who seemed increasingly unstable. He had laid some wool out on the table but I didn’t respond immediately with it. The answer ultimately was yes, but he was clearly suspicious, suspecting me of something although I didn’t quite know what. But he had been very clear that he thought I was lying. Stuck in a stalemate and unlikely to be rescued from it anytime soon. I finally decided to respond with a question of my own.

“Why lying?” I wrote. There was no point in pretending to be unconscious if he was fully aware I was awake. This was probably the skill that he had used all those months ago when he kept prodding me ‘awake’. He had known I wasn’t actually sleeping just pretending and unforgiving of my pretence had forced me awake often enough then that he was not going to fall for it now.

“Why do I think you are lying?” He asked again. He had already suggested . . . Thinking back on it he hadn’t really suggested anything other than the fact that he thought my progress was unreasonable. Which in all fairness it probably was. Well to be honest it definitely was. Although he had offered up some interesting alternatives at how to level up or at least give children greater experience, levels or stats when they were born. I doubted enduring a war or general stress and strife would be good for either the mother or their child in the majority of cases.

“Yes,” I responded. Perhaps I could get him to convince himself that this didn’t make sense. But I felt that the less I said the better off I would be.

After another minute of pacing back and forth, he finally seemed to have his thoughts in order, “The lower levels may be easy to pick up. But you have to be aware of them. You need to make a conscious effort, you need to choose to push yourself forward with your skills and level them up otherwise you simply wouldn’t increase your overall level. Now that must mean, you could understand levels before you were born. What kind of mind would you need to understand that? So although vitality might have been the first trait that was given to you, by the system. That was based on your mother’s actions and the levels you had already acquired to facilitate it. Ergo your mind has to have been significantly stronger before everything else caught up.” He was becoming more animated as seemed to believe he was finally onto the right track with his thoughts.

He wasn’t wrong but I was getting confused by his logic which seemed to be going round in circles more than in a straight line. Although I could not argue that some of his statements were hitting closer and closer to home.

“It’s just not possible that a baby, a newborn, an infant, a fetus even, could have leveled eight times before being born.” He seemed adamant about it. “It’s just not possible.” He repeated muttering. “Not on this island, without war, famine, or plague.“

It appeared our island was too idyllic to create abnormal freaks like me. I would have loved to have answered, “You’ll have to take my word for it.” But didn’t think that would have gone too well with him at the moment. Or at any point in the past either when I thought about it. I opted for something similar but less confrontational.

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“Trust

. . .

Me.” I wrote in the string he had provided.

“The problem is not in trusting your word but rather taking you at your written word.” He continued to mutter to himself as he opened up one of his chests before pulling out a small glass bottle filled with what to my mana sense looked like a little glowing bottle of red light. “So let’s do something about that imbalance.” Well, that was slightly alarming. If he had a solution to my imbalance why didn’t he bring it up earlier, when we were with the rest of the family.

“What’s

. . .

That?” I wrote once more.

“Oh this, this is a dexterity elixir. Very expensive, very rare, and not a permanent solution to your problem but it should be enough to allow you to reconnect enough to your body to talk.” He waved away my question and all the following questions I would have liked to write like, Where did you get it from? Why is it hidden away in here? What are all the books? Why do you have a chest of weapons? Etc.

“Trust me.” He mimicked my earlier statement. Although he backed up his words with action taking a shallow sip of the liquid himself before he dropped a few drops of the potion into my mouth. My body began to twitch a little, the mind slowing down to control my movement, or my body speeding up enough to catch up to the signals my brain was sending. Either way, I was finally able to control my face, my eyes blinking in relief, mouth opening rather than drooling, tongue finally more than a lump of flesh in my mouth.

The relief was so immense I couldn’t help but express it in anger, “Why didn’t you give this to me earlier?” Still despite being somewhat apprehensive of my current situation I was still pleased to find that was there was a solution to my problem even if it was only temporary in availability.

“Because I want you to answer my question truthfully.” He replied. “The rest of your family is too defensive of you and I need you to be honest about who or what you really are.” He explained before concluding with, “Also you will notice that we are both talking a little bit quicker than normal. The rest of your family wouldn’t have been able to keep up, would have felt excluded, and I would have ended up translating between the lot of you!”

“I haven’t lied.” I promptly replied, the words speeding their way out of my mouth, simply happy to be able to talk, although the elixir also added to the speed at which they were fired from my mouth.

“No, but I hardly feel like you’re telling the whole truth either.” His riposte as he pursed his lips in displeasure. The conversation was flowing rapidly between us and his comment was followed by a barrage of questions, “How did you level within the womb? How can you talk so quickly? How are you picking up skills so quickly? How can you read and write so quickly? All of this should take longer. Even if you are a catalyst that doesn’t explain everything away.” His rapid questions left me no room to answer and if they had been strikes with either dagger or sword I would have been left bleeding.

Despite the volley of questions, I kept my response simple, “I’m special” It’s what my parents had said again and again. Probably to the frustration of my older sister and I was sure that seeing as it was being said again, to the frustration of my grandfather now.

“Okay.” He visibly put his frustration to the side. “Let’s keep the simply what is your name?“

“Kai.” I shot back. I didn't know where this was going but it was an easy question to answer.

“Is that your whole name?” He quickly followed with. It was hard to tell if he was aiming for a quick back and forth or if the elixir was dictating the speed of our conversation as much as he was driving it forward.

“Kai, Lord of the Wester Isles.” Short and sweet although adding my new title made me a little proud of my progress in under a year. Admittedly that particular title wouldn't have been achieved without my other Grandpa's money but the title itself was mine now. Recognised by the system itself on my status.

“Do you have another name?” The questions came quick and fast hardly allowing me time for thought. Where was this line of questioning going?

“Brother, Son, Grandson.” I named all the names I had been called by others.

“Kai, Lord of the Wester Isles, brother, son, and grandson. Any other names?” He kept drilling down on this naming issue. Was there something I was not understanding? So far I have managed to evade answering my grandfather’s questions with a lie. He had always been exceptionally good at calling our bluffs when playing games. So good at it in fact that I feared he has a skill to detect lies. So when he asked me any other names for the third time I wasn’t left with a lot of wiggle room. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.

“No other names.” I flared my skills, acting, lie, misdirection, deception, hoping the skills would help me enough to sell my story. It would appear not.

“Lie, Ear for Deception.” He smiled, at finally catching me in an outright lie. Our skills had clearly fought one another and mine failed to hold up against his. Not surprising if you considered our age difference and it appeared that my fears were correct. He did indeed have a skill or he was just calling my bluff, but either way, it wasn’t good. Was naming the skill simply part of the bluff. I liked to think so. But to be honest it had felt like my skills had not taken hold. Maybe even rebounded leaving me sweating just a little but that might have been the tense situation more than him managing to break any of my skills. Maybe being so honest with what skills I had was already coming back to bite me, if he knew what I had. I still didn’t have a clue as to his skills. So he had a clear advantage on top of his level, skills and wealth of experience given by both the system and his age. How old was he anyway?

Well, the best thing to do is to learn from our mistakes and the perfect time to do that is the present, “What does Ear for Deception do? What am I lying about?” I quizzed as I deflected for a moment to try and come up with something, anything that might answer his question yet hide my former life.

“Ear for Deception tells me when some is trying to be misleading or deceiving. Better than simply catching the truth or a lie, it helps me to know when someone is using the truth to mislead or deceive. That being said that was a fairly simple question with a simple if false answer. You are something or at least someone else besides Kai.”

“I am Kai.” I responded. The words still babbled out from my mouth despite my efforts to slow them down, before I quietly added,

“But I remember living another life.”

“True,” He confirmed my statement clearly still using his skill, “Kai but also someone else. Were you human?”

”Yes.” I responded defensively. Although I suppose if the world can be crazy enough to reincarnate you in another world being something else in a former life is entirely possible too.

”At least someone else is better than something else.” He replied to my simple statement.

“But who, how, where, why and when that’s what you need to convince me of now. I will protect Aliyah and Aleera from anything and anyone even you, Kai, if you turn out not to be their kin.” He interrogated. Clearly defensive beyond doubt of what he considered to be his true kin. Sorry Kaius.

“I am their son, their sister and your grandson.” I defended myself. My image of my body in my mind had continued to regress growing smaller and younger with each new day. I was no longer who I once was. More and more I found myself thinking of myself and only of myself as Kai.

“Yes, but I have questions. Who were you? How are you Kai? Where did you live? Why did you become Kai? When were you going to tell us the truth?” He finished his interrogation with a final skill. “Compel truth.”

#$%^& I felt his skill wrap around me and although I liked to believe I could have fought the compulsion was their a point to defending an indefensible position. I let it flow through me as the words came babbling forth. There were too many secrets holding me tight. I would finally be free from the web I had woven around myself, not with outright lies, but simple, general and unrelenting omissions. I would let the cards fall where they may and hope the consequences wouldn’t be too steep. As the rest of my family slept on, somewhere deep in the mountain, my secrets were finally uncovered.