Twist Of Fate: Three Little Miracles

Back at Diana’s abode….

Her kids woke up on their own and that was quite unusual. Usually, thier mum would wake them up early in the morning and they have gotten used to this early morning routine. Their mum not having waked them up this morning troubled their mind as she had never missed a day and without much time to waste, they hastily went to their mum’s room and found out their mum was still in bed … it became more unusual. On a norm, their mum wakes up very early and “Why was she still asleep?”

They got troubled and rushed to meet thier mum still lying on the bed, it was then they saw the white gauze wrapped all over their mum’s head. It couldn’t have been any more obvious that all wasn’t well with their mum. She was hurt!

“Mum!!!” The kids cried out in unison, while shaking her to wake up. Diana opened her eyes slowly, with a splitting headache, her eyes, they felt gluey, stuck together. Something was tickling her face. It was someone’s hair. She sat up quickly, it was Jennifer’s hair. Beside her were Stoic and Legacy, their nearly identically blue eyes filled with matching concern. She glanced behind them and saw nothing- the president general isn’t around- only yellow walls and a pale pink teakettle balanced precariously on a windowsill.

“Mum, what happened?” Asked Stoic with concern mixed with worry written all over his face.

At the same time, the five years old, gap-toothed, Jennifer’s face got framed by observation. A sob rose in her chest. Mom, she cried inside, what happened to you?NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Are you hurt? Mum, hope you’re okay?” Legacy inquired, scrutinizing Diana heads to see how severe the injury was.

Silence answered them. No, not silence- it was the ‘ahh’ sound of groaning in pain.

“Did anyone hurt you?” Jennifer blinked.

“No.” Diana struggled to sit upright, then fell back against the bed. “I’m just-drained and yea, some aches from my head injury – i…

“Who hurt you? Mum?” Legacy quickly interrupted, not allowing her another moment.

“I just slipped and fell last night…. I’ll be fine.” Diana responded trying to keep her voice even and sweeping her gaze all over her children, their face all written with disbelief and indeed Stoic’s eyes widened in disbelief and Legacy’s hissed in disbelief while Jennifer whispered something that sounded like an exclamation of disbelief.

Next to him, Stoic in a choked voice said “You slipped? ” He further shrugged.

Looking at how the white gauze is wrapped around her head, one could easily tell that what hurt her landed on top of her head and if she had slipped an fell, like she claimed … Her wounds would be by the side of her head and not the centre.

“Don’t worry. The wounds are not deep. Thank God for Mark- he saved me..” Diana responded to further brighten her childrens face. But to her surprise, Legacy darted out of the room in anger.

Legacy had always been the kid with most sense of motherly protection and now he was heading towards , God knows where –

“Legacy…. Where are you going?” Diana called out to him but he soon disappeared out of the room.

Diana turned to Stoic and Jennifer whose face was bleeding with what emotions? – they couldn’t divulge…. With no gap in time, Stoic stood and darted out of the room as well, following Legacy.

Now, it was just Jennifer and Diana left in the bedroom…

Diana’s mind raced back to last night. She was attacked by a man wearing a military gear. He planked her on the head with a 2 by 2 log of wood and she managed to fall unconscious. After that, the attacker ran away but luckily for Diana, she was able to regain slight consciousness and started walking sluggishly toward the training field to even hr score, find someone to save her. It was at her breaking point the president general found her….

Then again… Something had happened between her and the president general… ‘Wasn’t that a dream?’

“Brother…. wait for me…” Stoic called out to Legacy the moment he exited the building.

“What?” He responded brusquely.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Stoic inquired and with a sharp voice Legacy responded

“Yes!”

The national guards at the entrance tried to stop them from leaving but they didn’t listen…. They just tricked him that their mother was suffocating and as expected he rushed into the building to confirm and at least save her if she was indeed suffocating, which might eventually cause death. But once he rushed into the building, Stoic and Legacy immediately ran out, onward towards The VIP section, Specifically the president general wards.

Presently, a search party has been deployed in search of the intruder who killed the betrayal before he could confess. And that could only mean one thing ‘The person who sent the betrayal doesn’t want to be exposed , which means that there are looming dangers’

At the president general ward, Mark could be seen pacing back and forth, his footsteps utterly soundless. He had his hands in his pockets. He turned around.

Sitting on a faded green sofa a few feet away from him was Owens, He was wearing the same military dark clothes he’d had on the night before. He had never said anything concerning the matter and whenever he is quite…. it means something was fast approaching – but what?-

The kids raced toward the door, leaving the guards staring after them, they didn’t even noticed them earlier on.

The kid’s burst through the doors. Mark looked up in surprise as the door of the coffee shop fell shut behind two little boys, which of course where identical.

The sound resulting from the door slammed behind startled Owens that he also directed his gaze towards the door – entrance – and for a split second, he looked surprised before he wiped the expression carefully from his features. Does Mark had children already and I’m unaware? No! It can’t be. But, they had a striking resemblance with him?

Entirely coincidental…..

Owens stood up still staring at the two little boys now standing in front of the president general with angry looks.

“Dad! Would you mind telling me what happened to our mum? She wouldn’t tell us the truth” Legacy’s voice was sharp like a knife and was firm.

‘Did he just call Mark, Dad? Or My hearing has started to malfunction? Oh, the army medical that got attacked last night is the mother to this twins? Oh yeah, quite believable…. I met them kissing passionately last night..’ question popped into Owens seat of thoughts immediately as he swirled around and got submerged in deep thoughts as to why Mark would keep a crucial information as this from him.

‘I’m not your dad! And yea – she got attacked last night by someone who is dead now!’ Mark explained. His answer was satisfactory that the two brothers glanced at themselves, they were about to say something in unison when a cold old voice interrupted them.

‘Mark! How then do you explain the striking resemblance these kids have with you? If you’re not their father?’