A Remaining Podeshire 1

Chapter 2 (Part 3)

     Oliver and the Fuers stand by the doorway, peering out at the empty street at the entrance. The smooth wind flows across their yard and brushes onto them. Suddenly, greyish clouds form in the sky, obscuring the blue atmosphere. Then, a loud crash of thunder roars in the heavens.

Alexander noticed the dark clouds and clicked his tongue. "Do you think she's coming, Layla?" he asked his wife.

"She is coming, I am sure," Layla replied.

     The moment becomes an odd silence between the Fuers. Layla and Alexander hesitate to utter a word as they stare at the dark sky. Oliver glances at his adoptive parents, then rests his eyes shut.

     The grey clouds turned as dark as the night sky, and blaring thunders cackled and reverberated in the heavens. Then, flashes of lightning began to bolt down the earth as the rain poured onto the ground. With every raindrop crashing on the concrete street, everything became loud.

"It's the middle of July! Why is it raining?" Layla grumbled as she stepped back indoors.

"Storms still occur during these times," Alexander said.

Layla grunted as her brows arched in frustration. "Ugh..."

"I hope the ship that your friend is on doesn't capsize and sink due to this storm..." Alexander chuckled.

"How rude that is! How dare you!" Layla growled as she elbowed Alexander in his chest. "Don't say that!"

     As Layla and Alexander quarrelled behind Oliver, Oliver stared at the rainy sky. Curiosity rose within him and commanded him to speak with his adoptive mother. But bashfulness made him gulp before catching her attention.

"...Ma'am?"

"Huh?" Layla responded as she looked at Oliver.

"What does the ship that Sir Alex meant...?"

"Amelia is from Hannsbarrne, an island south of Asbranne. That is the reason she'll be using a ship. Also, she will stay in a dormitory for eight years here until you finish school," said Layla.

Oliver nodded as his gaze fell onto the ground. "Oh."

"See? Adults are doing everything for you. You should be grateful," Layla scoffed.

     Oliver and the Fuers wait a few more moments, hoping Amelia will arrive soon. As they stand by the entrance, rain droplets splat on Oliver's cheeks. Oliver wipes the raindrops with the back of his hands. After rubbing his face, Oliver's eyes lock on his palms.

"...Ma'am...?"

"What is it now?"

"If you want, I'll stop the rain."

"...If you can."

     Oliver then points his hands towards the raging sky. However, there are no effects or changes. He does it once again, and the results are the same.

"Okay, okay. Stop now. You might only make the sky angrier if you keep doing that!" Layla said as she dragged Oliver indoors.