Amelia laughed at her son's comments. She said that, "Ha ha. Yes, I went to the East Village to your Grandma's."

"To Grandma's, why?"

"It's nothing. Here is your pancakes. Come on, eat it, while it is hot." Amelia gently stroked her son's head and sat down beside him on the couch and took a comic magazine to read.

"Mum, do you still read these?" Brad asked his mother.

"Why? What's wrong with these?"

"These are for kids." Brad made a funny face as he answered his mom.

"So what? I love reading them. Hmph!" She snorted before focusing on it again.

Brad shook his head before focusing on his pancakes. Stephan tried to steal one or two when Brad wasn't looking and acted as if nothing happened. Amelia clearly noticed it and raised an eyebrow, but Stephan mouthed, "Delicious. Couldn't help."

After finis.h.i.+ng all the pancakes, Brad said, "Mom, Dad, I wanna join college from tomorrow. You know that the art exhibition will start soon. I need to go there."

Stephan and Amelia looked at each other, worry etching their fair faces. Stephan cleared his throat and said, "Okay."

Amelia looked at her husband, not understanding the situation. But she couldn't disagree. Art was Brad's pa.s.sion, and she couldn't cut off his wings. Brad looked at her waiting for her to say something. She slowly opened her mouth to place a condition for her agreement. "I want to accompany you. You are ill. I won't be happy sitting here all alone in the house worrying about you."

"But Mom, that will be dangerous. People might recognize you. Anything can happen to you. Dad has lots of enemies. No, Mom. I can't agree to this."

"Believe your Mom, son. I know how to disguise myself. Why else do you think your dad is quiet?" Brad was astonished as he looked at his father and saw that he was smiling fondly looking at his wife.

Brad had no other choice than to agree. "Yayy." He said and hugged his mom and dad before sprinting upstairs towards his bedroom.

"Oi, go slow. You'll hurt yourself." He could hear his mother shouting, but he was too happy to pay any heed to her words. He heard her cursing him. He laughed and then called Olympia.

"Olympia… Olympia… Come out. I need to talk to you."

"Master?"

"Ah, calling me Master makes me feel so old. Can't you just call me Brad, please?"

"Okay Master. Oh, sorry, Brad"

"So, what do you want to ask, Ma… Brad?" Olympia smiled. Calling him Master was ingrained in her brain. She couldn't help.

"Olympia, I will be able to return to college from tomorrow. Can you check out the exact location of the thing as we travel tomorrow?"

"Sure, Mas… Brad." When Brad raised an eyebrow at her, she smiled sheepishly before answering, "It will take some time to get accustomed to."

"So, we are going to the college tomorrow. But how will you find out, do you need to be outside, or stay here?" Brad pointed at his heart as he said.

"Outside." Olympia briefly answered.

"I don't think that is a good idea."

"Brad, listen to me. I can disguise myself well. No one will be able to notice me. Also, now that I have awakened, your life might be in danger. I need to stay outside to protect you." Olympia's eyes glazed at the last sentence. She can't make the same mistake twice. If she hadn't left that time, Master would have been alive. She left him for her own selfish reasons.

Brad didn't understand why her mood would change suddenly. His friends used to say that it is hard to understand the mood of the girls, and that they have mood swings. He sighed in his heart as he did not know how to console her. He would have to ask his friends. They seem to have girlfriends. Nevertheless, he patted her head in the same way his father and mother did to him whenever he was sad.

Olympia looked up to see a pair of concerned eyes looking back at her. She wiped her tears, and said, "So, when will we go there?"

"Look, Olympia it's so sweet of you, but you don't have to protect me. I'll protect you. Also, Mum will be accompanying me."

"No problem. I'll stay hidden. She won't be able to see me."

Brad did not argue anymore and let her be.