A Remaining Podeshire 1

Chapter 1 (Part 1)

     A year passed after the conclusion of a brutal war in Asbranne in 1803. Countless brave souls perished from the violent battles. But, in exchange for the deaths, Asbranne earned what it deserved.

     Asbranne has gained its official leader and independence from the capital kingdom, Auxgaurrde. The threat of ongoing wars has also faded away. The end of the gruesome battle won't come to reach without Albert Podeshire's assistance.

     It is currently a calm and chill afternoon weekend when the Podeshire family decides to have a bonding beside their grand, luxurious mansion. Their household lies in the middle of a grassland, near a lake and far away from the populous city. Long, thick grass surrounds their enormous home, shrouding the view with endless greenery.

     With his four children on the mansion's lawn, Albert casts glowing elements around his palms before blasting to the sky. Then, it gradually fades as the cold wind blows it away. The children cheer as they bounce from the ground. Meanwhile, Albert's wife, Margaret, places the plates of steaming sandwiches from the kitchen to the picnic table.

     Albert has copper-brown hair glowing like a glass of cognac, and his eyes are beaming like a shiny topaz. His fair skin sparkles like sand on a sunny day. Then, a striking smile spreads across his face as he looks into the sky.

     Meanwhile, Albert's wife, Margaret, has ink-black hair under a white turban. Her eyes glimmer like an expensive emerald. And her skin shines like the moonlight.

     As Albert summons more sparkly elements from his palms, his children's faces lean closer to him. The sight gives sparkle in the kids' eyes as it drags them nearer their father. However, the youngest among the siblings, Oliver, doesn't show any interest at all.

     Bored, Oliver begins wandering around, and Albert soon realizes that Oliver is missing. Albert's eyebrows furrow while his eyes scan the plains, searching for his son. In the meantime, he continuously displays magic from his hands to distract his other children from the situation.

     Meanwhile, far away, young Oliver approaches a lake near their household. He then grabs a branch lying on the dirt as he walks toward the body of water. He takes a few more steps forward and begins tapping the calm, gentle water with the stick.

     Oliver's mouth remains shut, but it always smiles. His light, fair skin glows like his rosy lips. His vibrant brown hair glints like copper, and his eyes shimmer like bronze.

     Oliver pulls and loosens the brown laces on his white shirt's collar. While splashing the stick on the lake, water droplets splatter on his white shorts and knee-length stockings. Oliver then steps back as some waves ripple into his black shoes.

     Suddenly, a tall figure appeared on the horizon and called Oliver from afar. Alarmed, Oliver quickly turned his head towards where the sound came from. It only turned out to be his father, Albert, searching for him.

"Hey, Oli!" Albert called out as he waved his arm high up in the air.