I groaned and woke up, my head pounding as if someone took a hammer and started to beat me with it. I had no idea why I had a headache, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of this stupid voice that wouldn't go away and had appeared one night when I was younger.

It's your conscience speaking, the voice said sarcastically, and I mentally rolled my eyes at the voice. Speak of the devil... And no, I didn't make your headache. Maybe you should talk to your mother about this. The voice, sounding like a male, had been there for most of my life. He had always told me to talk to my mother about him, but I didn't because I didn't want her to think of me as strange.

I bit back a groan and moved a hand through my hair before I moved it across my face, tired. She wouldn't believe me that I hear someone that is not my conscious, I thought, and he chuckled sadly.

I leaned my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but I knew that I couldn't go back to sleep because of the stupid headache. However, I didn't want to get out of bed to get some medication.

You would be surprised, he replied, and I hated how my thoughts were never private with him because he was there. However, for some reason, I couldn't pick up his. Ask her about Ruckur. I am sure that she will tell you about me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. I couldn't help but wonder if that was his name. If it was, then why was he hanging out in my brain? I also couldn't help but wonder how he knew my mother and if she had dealt with this before.

Ruckur chuckled, sadly, reading my thoughts. I have met her, he confirmed. I thought I was free, but... He stopped what he was saying, and I knew that he would be shaking his head and grimacing if he were here. He sighed sadly and seemed to clear his throat. Just ask your mother about me.

I huffed but didn't say a word back to him. "Come in," I grumbled when I heard a knock on my door. I buried my head underneath the blankets while the door opened, trying to ignore the throbbing of my head.

"Head hurting again?" a female asked. The door closed gently behind her while she made her way towards me. She had this powerful aura around her, and I knew that it was because she was the Director of the group of Seers. Not only was she my mother, but she was my leader, and she was harder on my siblings and me than anyone else she came across because she wanted us to be the best we could be.

"Yes, how do you know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I let her move the blankets away from my face and opened my eyes to stare into the brilliant, green eyes of my mother.

A smile was on her face, and she appeared more to me as a mother than the fearless warrior that everyone saw. She did have a soft side that she kept hidden from everyone but her family, and I was sure it was because people didn't want a "weak" leader. "I know my children," she replied, her voice soft and smooth. "Sit up."

I complied with what she had said to do and sat up. "I don't want to go to the doctor," I said, clutching my head. I grimaced and took a deep breath, praying that it would go away so I could focus on what my mother had to say. "Did you bring me medication?"

"Yes," she replied. "I do sug-"

"Mom, I am fine," I said, interrupting her, and she scowled. I winced as I felt her power around her, and I knew that I annoyed her when I had interrupted her. I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I-I just..." I shook my head again and grimaced.

"Don't want to feel as if you are burdening them?" she asked, and I nodded my head. "You won't be, Alexandria May," she said, handing me the stuff. "You are my daughter. It is their duty to serve you and me. They will not mind helping you at all. To them, it is a great honor."

I took the medication from her and looked at the water before looking at her. "But... what if it is a waste of time?" I asked. "I-I don't-" I shook my head and grimaced, not able to finish that sentence, so I just took the medication instead and let out a soft sigh while the pain slowly started to ebb away.

Mom nodded her head. "I know," she replied softly. She sat down beside me and moved a hand through my hair, gentle. Her touch was warm, and it made me feel safe and warm, and I relaxed in her presence. "But, it might not be. You never know unless you get it checked out."

I nodded my head slowly and stayed silent. I was wondering how I was going to ask about this Ruckur and wondered if she knew him.

From him, it sounded like she did know him, but I wasn't so sure.

I didn't want to be sent to some crazy town because I heard voices in my head that were not my own.

Now would be a good time to ask, Ruckur pointed out, and I mentally nodded my head. He was amused, I could tell, but I could tell that he was also annoyed with me, and I had a feeling that it was because I hadn't done this sooner than he liked.

"Mom?" I asked, taking a deep breath. I looked up at her to see that she had my full attention. I furrowed my brows and cocked my head, studying the female before me. I had no idea how to ask, so I was going to just ask it, hoping that she would give me some answers that Ruckur wouldn't give me himself.

So, I cleared my throat and licked my lips, and asked the one thing that had been bugging me for the past few years, praying that she would be able to answer the questions that I desired.

"Who is Ruckur?"