After the court hearing was over and all the small matters were cleared, we returned ho.
Yesterday was very devastating for all of us.
It was impossible for or Brian to tell others what had happened yesterday.
I didn't even want to leave the house today, but dad reminded of what Eon told .
Eon wanted to protect the baby and baby like Brian.
He knew, he understood I was the only one who could do that.
I might be able to do that... yes.
For our better lives and for the future... a better future where my Eon would be with us, I had to do everything on my side.
Brian would understand and co back to normal after so ti... hopefully.
I had to be strong here... but, why !?
Why was I the one that had to be strong here?!
Am I strong enough to do what he asked?!
Why did he even-
"Nolen. Let's go," Brian stepped out of the carriage and wiped out the tears on my already red eyes.
He wasn't doing any better than .
He might not be able to show that with his emotions but... I could feel him.
That silent cursing.
That helplessness.
That anger.
Rembering the past events where his parents went through sothing darker and similar.
Even right now when he was wiping off my tears, his hands were cold.
His eyes were void of many common emotions.
He was just keeping himself standing sohow.
I hated to see this.
I held his hand and dragged him inside, string into our room.
The distance between the house and gates was great as a garden separated two places.
But right now, there was nothing visible in our eyes.
Not mom or dad, not even brother or sister.
We even ignored Carla ever since we got ho.
She was so excited to et her little brother but, now no one knew how long that would take.
'I know he will co back. He will...'
I was sure, I knew he will co back.
He will co back... to . To us.
But, even I knew this won't be easy or how long he might have to suffer.
I knew...
'No hell is easy to escape.'
And he was, maybe, in one of the most brutal ones.
Even so... as a powerless mother, the only hope I had was the ring that told he was... at least alive.
[Soul Rings]
One's soul energy was stored inside them and it reacted whenever the soul was endangered.
Soul energy was the fundantal energy of every living being living inside nature.
If the soul was to integrate into nature, then it ant the person is dead.
In dangerous situations, the soul weavers so the reaction to the other ring indicated the critical state of the person.
When the ring was reacting for the first ti, my heart was running wild.
But, I knew it also ant he was alive.
He was fighting so I couldn't just break down completely.
And if it ant I couldn't break, I can't let this fool of a husband breakdown either.
We reached the room and I slamd it behind my back.
We sat down and I cupped his big face and pulled it towards .
He looked at with his soulless eyes.
"Brian. It wasn't your mistake. You were strong and you fought bravely.
You protected us when you could and it wasn't your mistake that Eon was pulled away.
He protected you!
He did what he always said he will do.
He did everything he could then... why are you acting like this?!
He asked us to look after the baby, you know right!?
If you continue acting like this... h-how will he feel?
Pull yourself together...
We need you..."
So life lit up in his surprised eyes.
"N-Nolen..."
He hugged tightly and a dam of tears broke out.
I hugged him back and continued my own downpour.
We... were still lacking as guardians.
***
I swung my wooden sword for the last ti for today's training.
My training for the day was done.
I had to do this by myself since no one was free.
Grandfather, as well as dad, was busy with so sort of work ever since aunty ca back.
My little brother wasn't with them, I didn't know why.
No one told where he was.
I was practicing so hard these past few months just to fight him.
I wanted to defeat him so grandfather could praise a little bit more.
Though he praised more than anyone, while talking about Eon... he was different.
He was proud of but, Eon thrilled him.
My Grandfather was a great person and my hero.
I wanted to be just like him so I started training at the very young age of 6.
Grandfather used a Warhamr but a sword suited the best.
I knew the sword was best for because I had already tried every weapon there could be available and my synergy with the sword was... unreal.
I could feel the sword, naturally.
This was rare for children of my age or even any other professional sword wielder.
Grandpa said my brother was sowhat the sa but unlike , he always knew what weapon he would use.
Though bows weren't that special and only used by those on the backlines of the wars, he wasn't so simple archer.
He was a mage. Just like my uncles.
He used magic to create arrows instead of those annoying circles.
I liked that about him.
He was also good with books, just like my dad.
Dad and mom were looking forward to eting him for a very long ti but now, they were busy with sothing that they didn't tell .
Why were they even keeping sothing like that from ?
It wasn't like he was dead or sothing.
No way... no.
He was amazing and before fighting he wasn't allowed to die!
I had worked hard to reach the strength of (Rank-1) knight!
Those kids who played in the gardens now started fearing .
Well, I had nothing to do with those kids.
All I wanted was to get strong and find that 'goal' thing grandfather ntioned.
I also wanted to ask him what this goal thing was exactly?
It might be sothing simple if he found it, right?
Well, what might be so difficult in these things?
I was good with this sword so I might also be good with fighting, right?
Well, I want to at least et my uncle and aunty.
They were also busy ever since they arrived.
Aunty looked very sad for so reason and uncle didn't say anything.
I at least understood that sothing did happen to my little brother.
But, thinking he might really be dead... no.
That was thinking of the worst-case scenario.
And I didn't like worst-case scenarios.
I sat down by the large fountain in the garden and splashed so water on my face.
I looked myself inside the water.
Blood red hair just like my mom and sky blue eyes like my grandfather and dad.
I was sowhat... pretty?
But that wasn't sothing I thought much about.
I was still just 7 years old so doing big things like fighting was still not allowed to .
I could have just fought those new recruits to pass my ti but... nope.
'As a child, you should play and do other things besides training. Study for a bit or at least do sothing you like.'
Those were my grandfather's words when I just played with a sword for a whole day without attending my dad's classes.
Well, mom knew I liked just playing with swords the most so she was happy if I was happy.
I liked that thing about mom.
Dad, well... what can he do?
He wanted to teach but I would run away from him.
Then mom had to take care of him.
Well... whatever to them.
Thinking about unnecessary things was pointless.
This tension and the hot atmosphere weren't a good thing.
I wasn't one of those people that would wait for anything.
I walked inside to ask anyone I could find, what was going on and why only I was excluded!?
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