'Why does he know so much about me?'
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'Does he really know about my parents?'
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'Why is he protecting my secret?'
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'Why did he cause me to be kicked out of the Temple?'
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Hex couldn't sleep at night. His mind was filled with questions. Questions, he either avoided getting an answer to or either wouldn't get an answer for.
The knowledge that his secret would turn the entire world against him surprisingly didn't bother him. To him it was just similar to the whole of Grindeston being against him, only on a bigger scale.
Questions about his parents, his family and his past bothered him more. No matter how much he tried to keep a strong front, deep inside he often wondered who his parents were and why they had to leave him.
The more Hex thought about his conversation with the baron, the more convinced he was that his master knew about his parents and his family. How else would a stranger know that he was born with the world stone.
