“Or a mortal was never ant to and can never survive the journey of a god, hence their death!” Fernand reasoned with his friend who nodded, welcoming the idea.
“Who knows for sure, both of them might be right. Still, unless a mortal really accomplishes the journey, then even if it takes a million or billion years, there will always be soone who wants to know the truth about the gods.
It’s an undying curiosity, one set up by the very first sighting…”
“And one that must be effectively curbed, don’t you agree?” Fernand said, walking to him at the table as Zeras raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s my point. It can’t be curbed. Even if it takes a hundred or billion or billion years, there will always be soone who wants to know.
And here is sothing about a man. The more you deny him of sothing, the more he wants it.
If you deny a man his wills, it will only grow bigger and bigger and sooner or later, it will either be the reason why he prospers or his eventual unsurprising death.
n of your caliber should more than know that…” Zeras replied to them.
It was sothing anyone at a sufficient age knows to know already.
He had been denied strength ever since he was little, and that was one of the reasons why he is now strong.
He had been continuously denied a place to call ho, and that was why he had to go out, willing to leave behind a life of eternal peace and comfort just to get it.
The more a wish is pinned down, the more brightly it burns. Sotis, one can reign in that feeling, but sotis, so wishes just can’t be reigned down no matter what.
Just like his own will to find a place where he could point to and say he was from. No matter what is offered to him, he would never choose it to swap for what he really wants.
To Zeras’ reasoning, both young n could only remain silent. They knew well it was true.
But sotis, hopelessness can extinguish a man’s burning curiosity, and the sa could be said for them.
Which of them doesn’t wish to know the power of a god? Which of them wants to look at others control the seas with a wave and fly up into the air like a bird? But hopelessness.
Hopelessness has extinguished their curiosity.
BOOOOOOOM!
“That is why I will be going with him to the Tower!” The voice suddenly resounded as the door was kicked open and a figure walked into the room.
“Felicie!?” Fernand called in surprise.
“You were supposed to be in bed, young lady,” Baltimore called out as Felicie scoffed.
“I don’t feel like sleeping. And I have decided I will be accompanying him to the Tower of God!” Felicie declared stubbornly, causing Zeras to raise an eyebrow.
“There is no Tower of God, Felicie! It is nothing but a fairy tale! And even if there is, the dangers of the road will shred your bones and make you lost in the abyss forever, never once seeing light. It is a journey for gods and gods only!” Baltimore replied, this ti, his voice showing conviction.
“Isn’t he a god too? He will help with the journey. He has enough power, doesn’t he?” Felicie retorted as Baltimore remained silent before suddenly the sound of bones crackling resounded throughout the room as Baltimore walked towards her, his visage as dark as they could ever be.
“I watched your father leave for this sa nonsense of the Tower of God. He left with a god, just like you plan, but guess what, the god returned and he never did.
I fought to know the reason from the so-called god to the best of my ability, but all I got was a dozen years of injuries that still affect to this day.
Your father’s selfish decision created a scar for my heart and my body, and a scar for your mother’s heart and her life.
He died unjustly, and the so-called god doesn’t even care about him, not even rembering him at all.
I see you walking in the sa path, Felicie, and I swear by my last breath, not even a god will make see that scene repeat itself!” Baltimore said, his determination unwavering, and imdiately he turned his gaze to the side, towards Zeras.
“The snow has gone down now, you can leave, and there’s no need to repay us back…”
Without much ado or quarrel back, Zeras simply rose up from his seat, tipping his head at them, before moving out the door and shutting it close.
Right now, the snow was thicker than ever, but he blazed through it, his back quickly fading away into the world of white.
“You! You chased him away under the heavy snow. What type of man are you?”
“Not a word more, Felicie Anderson! Off to sleep!” Baltimore yelled out loud to her, as Felicie’s nails dug into her palms, her teeth grinding hard against each other.
“I wish I never had an uncle like you…” she yelled out in frustration before storming into her room, shutting the door tightly. A mont later, the sounds of stifled sobs soon rang out from within.
“Co here, Balth, co, co calm your mind…” Fernand said to him, as Baltimore walked to his friend, who passed him the cigar cigarette puff. Taking the cigarette puff, he took an especially large inhale of it.
“She would never understand, Fernand. The pain of losing a brother. It stings my soul till now, Fernand! It stings really hard, even more than a dozen swords being dipped into my body….”
“I was there, Baltimore. I know well how it stings. Don’t you worry about it. We will pull through this, just like we have always been…” Fernand comforted, both n drowning in the solace offered by the cigarettes…
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