Astralyth Online

Chapter 33 – Tangled Truths

Madelyn sat back on the couch, her fingers twisting a loose strand of her fiery red hair as she thought over the details. “Being Benjamin’s twin sister sounds believable,” she said, glancing up at her parents with a small, hopeful smile. “I mean… we both have red hair. And we could say we got separated at birth, each adopted by different families.”

Her parents exchanged a thoughtful look, both nodding as the plan started to come together.

Madelyn continued, her gaze drifting thoughtfully to the floor. “We could tell the school that something happened to the people who adopted me—like an accident that I don’t want to talk about. It could explain why I’ve only come into the picture recently and why I’m… living here now.” She hesitated, glancing up. “It would also give me a reason to avoid too many questions from everyone.”

Her mom reached over, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “That sounds very plausible, Maddy. It’s enough of a backstory to give people a reason not to pry.”

Madelyn let out a small breath of relief, feeling the tension start to ease. But then another thought struck her, and her expression fell. “There’s one problem, though. I need an ID, something official to show that I exist. But… I have no idea how to get that.” She looked at her parents, her brow furrowing in worry. “I mean… technically, I shouldn’t even exist.”

Her dad nodded slowly, his hand coming to rest on his chin as he considered the challenge. “It’s a good point,” he admitted, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully. “We’ll need something official if we’re going to pull this off with the school.”

Her mom gave a gentle squeeze to Madelyn’s shoulder. “Let us worry about that, sweetie. Your dad and I will figure something out.”

Madelyn tilted her head, studying their expressions. “Are you sure? I mean… how do you even get something like that?”

Her dad offered a reassuring smile, though there was a hint of determination in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Maddy. I’ve handled strange situations before,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Let’s just say I have some connections. I’ll see what I can do.”

Madelyn’s eyes widened slightly. She’d always known her dad’s job involved handling unusual cases, but she’d never imagined it could lead to something like this. “You think you can really get it?” she asked, a small spark of hope lighting up her face.

Her mom smiled gently, brushing a stray hair away from Madelyn’s face. “It’s going to be okay, Maddy. We’re not letting anything stand in the way of you getting back to a normal life.”

Madelyn felt a swell of gratitude, her earlier worries starting to fade in the warmth of her parents’ support. “Thank you, both of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her dad leaned over, ruffling her hair playfully. “You’re our daughter, Madelyn. We’ll do whatever it takes.”

Madelyn smiled, her heart lighter as she realized they were truly in this together. The idea of returning to school felt a little less daunting, and for the first time, she felt a real possibility of making it work.

"I think I’m going to head to bed soon," Madelyn murmured, stifling a small yawn. "But first, I… I think I’ll take a bath."

Her parents exchanged a quick glance before her mom smiled warmly. “That sounds like a great plan. You’ve been through a lot today.”

Madelyn nodded, making her way upstairs and into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, exhaling slowly as the quiet of the room settled over her. She turned to face the mirror, catching her own reflection, and paused, taking herself in as if seeing herself for the first time.

The reflection staring back at her was unmistakably her—Madelyn, with her fiery red hair, fox ears perched atop her head, and a tail swaying gently behind her. Her amber eyes held a brightness, a new life she hadn’t seen before the transformation. But beneath that, she thought she could still make out shadows of the person she used to be. A faint outline of Benjamin, the person she had been, was still there in her gaze.

Madelyn leaned in closer to the mirror, her hands bracing on the sink. Is this really me now? she wondered, a faint thread of uncertainty winding through her mind. She’d adapted so quickly to being Madelyn, yet the speed of it made her feel strange, almost like she’d slipped into this new life too easily. Was it really okay to leave behind Benjamin and everything that name had meant?

Then there was the connection to the woman in her dreams. The warmth she felt in her visions, the sense of being held and understood—it was unlike anything she could explain, almost as if it were a memory just out of reach. Who is she? she wondered, thinking of the tender moments, the gentle laughter, and the feeling of familiarity that came with each vision. And why do I feel so deeply tied to her, as if she’s part of me or at least part of my past?

She let out a small sigh, straightening up and running her fingers through her hair. The strands slipped between her fingers, soft and natural, yet the sensation felt new every time. How did I get here? Who am I really?

The question lingered in her mind as she started the bath, watching the water pour into the tub, steam rising as it filled. The warmth and comfort it promised was inviting, and she slowly began to shed her clothes, folding them neatly on the counter.

Madelyn slipped out of her clothes, each item reminding her of just how different things had become. As she unhooked her bra, she marveled at the curve and softness of her form in the mirror. The feeling of wearing it was still something she hadn’t quite gotten used to, the gentle support and snug fit a constant reminder of her new body. Even the lightness of her top and the delicate waistband of her underwear felt different, resting on her skin in a way that she’d never experienced before.

She traced her hand over her collarbone and down to her waist, feeling the gentle slope, the subtle curves that were now a part of her. Her skin was soft, impossibly so, like something unfamiliar yet undeniably her own. She had grown accustomed to the feel of it over the last few days—the warmth of it, the way it seemed to glow in the light, but still, it felt a little like she was inhabiting a dream.

Her long hair fell around her shoulders, and she reached up, gathering the fiery strands, letting them spill through her fingers. It was silky and thick, framing her face, a striking contrast to the shorter cut she’d had before. The length of it, the way it moved with her slightest gesture, made her feel both feminine and vulnerable in ways she’d never thought about.

Madelyn lowered herself into the bath, letting the warmth envelop her, soothing her restless thoughts. She closed her eyes, leaning back, feeling the water lap gently around her shoulders and down her arms. The bathwater hugged her, accentuating every curve, reminding her again of her new shape, her new identity. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the softness, the gentle contours that she was still coming to terms with.

As she ran her hands over her arms, she wondered if her old self would recognize this body—if Benjamin would feel like a stranger looking at her now. It was strange how quickly she had learned to move in it, to dress it, and even care for it, as if some part of her had always known what it was like to be Madelyn. But the speed of it unsettled her; adapting to this new life had happened almost too naturally, and she wasn’t sure if it was just her or something more.

The memory of the woman in her dreams drifted back, her words echoing softly in her mind. You’ll be ready to understand everything I want to teach you. Her touch, the feeling of being held so close, like she belonged there. Was that warmth, that acceptance, part of why this all felt so natural?

She sank further into the warmth, letting the questions fade for now. In this moment, surrounded by quiet and comfort, she could just be.

After a while, Madelyn finally stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a soft towel as she dried off. She slipped into her nightgown, the familiar fabric brushing against her skin, warm and comforting. Running her fingers through her damp hair, she felt a sense of calm settle over her. For tonight, she wanted to just be herself, without the questions or uncertainties that lingered in the background.

As she made her way downstairs to say goodnight, her footsteps slowed as she picked up on her parents’ voices drifting through the quiet of the house. Her new, sharp senses made it nearly impossible not to hear the hushed, tense tone they used. She hesitated, her heart racing slightly. Am I really going to eavesdrop on them again?

But their voices were clear, and the worry in her dad’s voice was unmistakable. “I don’t know, Jack,” her mom was saying. “That does sound really bad.”

Madelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, every instinct telling her to turn back, to give her parents their privacy. But her fox ears twitched, picking up her dad’s next words, his tone heavy with concern.

“I know. That’s what worries me. There’s just so much going on, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence anymore.” He sounded tired, as though the weight of whatever they were discussing had been bearing down on him for a while. “It just… can’t be.”

Madelyn’s throat tightened. She didn’t want to hear this, didn’t want to imagine her parents carrying such a burden, yet something in her couldn’t pull away. She leaned closer, gripping the stair rail as she listened.

Her mother’s voice broke the silence. “Jack… do you think it’s connected to… everything that’s happening with Madelyn?”

The silence that followed felt thick, almost tangible. Madelyn felt her breath hitch, her thoughts a swirl of confusion and fear. Connected? What could they mean?

“I’m scared, Emily,” her father replied finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what to do. I thought I understood what we were dealing with, but every day, it feels like I’m just getting deeper into something I can’t explain.”

Madelyn clutched the railing, feeling the weight of his words. Her dad was always so sure, so steady, the rock of the family. Hearing him sound so uncertain, so vulnerable, sent a chill down her spine.

Her mother’s voice softened, reassuring. “We’ll figure it out, Jack. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. For Madelyn.”

Madelyn’s heart ached, a wave of gratitude washing over her. But she could hear the worry in her mom’s voice, the undercurrent of fear that even she was struggling to mask. Whatever they were facing, it was serious, and it seemed tied to the mysteries she was caught up in.

Taking a quiet step back, Madelyn retreated up the stairs. She knew she couldn’t ask them about it yet—they were already carrying enough. Back in her room, she crawled under the covers, her mind racing with thoughts of her parents’ conversation. Whatever was happening, she was determined to find answers. She would protect her family, just as they had protected her.