Alavar sighed as he headed to his room and slammed the door. Then he flopped onto his bed, staring at the black obsidian ceiling of his room. HIS PARENTS WERE TOO STUBBORN TO REALIZE THAT THE BLACK SWAN WAS JUST A STUPID MYTH.

"IT'S JUST A LIE!" he yelled to his parents when he overheard them in the main room in Everglen.

They were discussing the Black Swan again.

Both his parents had sent him to his room to cool down. Their curious faces of his behavior were his great pleasure.

Alvar would loved to reveal who really was but he couldn't BECAUSE GETHEN DIDN'T WANT HIM TOO. GETHEN JUST WANTED HIM TO SPY ON HIS FATHER AND THE STUPID COUNCIL. But he would love to tell his family that he was working with THE NEVERSEEN. THE  GLORIOUS GROUP WHO DEFY THE COUNCIL AND PLAN TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD! THE  GROUP THAT PROMISED REVENGE ON HIS PARENTS. BUT MOST OF ALL REVENGE ON HIS LITTLE BROTHER! FITZ! 

Just the thought of that name made him want to scream and kick things in the air. But he knew that when the time was right, the Neverseen would let him do his thing. He was tired of pretending to be the caring, loving son and brother that his golden family thought he was. In reality, Alvar wished he could get rid of them as well as anyone and anything in his way.

He seriously doubted the Neverseen. I mean, will they really give me what I want in return, he thought.

Well, now was definitely not the time to doubt the Neverseen. Now was the time to trust his instincts and go along with the plan. Then, he would finally get what he wanted.

The only thing that he wanted.

Was Power. Revenge. Love. A Family.

Wait... where did those last two thoughts come from?

"Ugh! All of the love and kindness are radiating off of Biana and Della and Fitz and Alden. BLEH!"

But little did he know, those thoughts came from the weak side of his heart. The side that wished his life was perfect and he had never gotten involved with the Neverseen. Yet, the WHOLE WORLD was NEVER perfect. Elves weren't perfect. He thought they were the leaders of the world, but it seemed like the world was a movie and they were just acting as kings and queens.

Alvar got up from the dark blue, ominous-looking bed. He paced up and down.

Up and Down.

Up and Down.

Up and Down.

While he thought about his first memories of the family that didn't love him, and the family that he didn't love either. Once Fitz was born, his parents only cared about him. It was always "Fitz this!" and "Fitz that!" and when Biana joined the family...

Alvar stopped pacing and stood still, his thoughts quiet. His vanishing abilities made him blink out of sight for a few moments. When he reappeared, he could feel a stubborn tear sliding slowly down his cheek. It seemed so at-peace, but it didn't know what it was doing to him. That was how Alvar felt. But he wasn't at peace. He was in a war with the Neverseen on his side, and the whole world at the other.

But he was also on a war with his heart and his mind. Which one to trust? He didn't have an answer to that huge problem, yet. But it was the one who was tearing down his protective shield and flooding it with darkness, pain, doubt, and even FEAR. And he didn't know what to do about it.

At all.