A Remaining Podeshire 1

Chapter 2 (Part 5)

     A carriage's swift, moving wheels bring the silent night a loud noise. Suddenly, it stops. The coachman then hops off his seat and swings the door open for his passengers to pass.

     The mysterious man seeking the Remaining Podeshire and his fellow men hop off the carriage. Their eyebrows furrow, and their jaws drop, realizing that no house lies at the given address, only empty lots. Confusion strikes them at their back as their heads wander left and right.

     The man glances at the page he ripped off from earlier. He then shakes his head left and right, looking in every direction. But, he only saw nothing but a soulless street between vacant lots.

     Agitated, the man's brows furrow deeper into his nose. As he growls, he rips the page into pieces. He crumbles it before throwing the torn paper into the ground. Then, he begins stomping on them as the wind blows them away.

     Suddenly, the man hears giggling. He squints to his right and sees three teenage ladies strolling on the sidewalk. He hastens towards them, frightening the trio as they halt their steps.

The man acted kind and asked, "Do you ladies know where... block six of Everstreet, section two of Asbranne is?"

The girl in the middle took her courage to answer the ominous stranger. "It is right there, sir..." she replied, pointing a finger at an empty lot. She then added, "But nobody has bought the land yet. No one has even built a house on this street."

     The three teenage ladies walk around the man with their heads facing the concrete floor. As they pass through him, they resume strolling along the sidewalk, mouths tightly shut. Meanwhile, the man looks at the night sky as his lips press together, and his eyes turn as dark as a blank void.

"They faked their address..." the man whispered to himself. "Clever liars..."

     Fourteen years have passed since the assassination of the Podeshire family, leaving only one Remaining Podeshire—Oliver. However, there are no signs of his presence—as if he has vanished from civilization. It leads to everyone pondering about his existence.

     Oliver has grown into a young, attractive man with a slim yet vigorous body. His fiery hair has increased in length, covering his ears and nape as it glints like the warm sunset, and his sharp, keen eyes glow like burning wood. His smooth, fair skin radiates like crystalline illuminated by the soft moonlight.

     The air inside Oliver's bedroom becomes thick and opaque, muffling every sound. The darkness fills every corner of the room until the moonlight beams through the window. It then shines towards Oliver's eyelids, rousing him from his peaceful slumber.

     Oliver moans as he erects from his bed. He then scratches his eyes as he approaches the doorway, leaving his room. He swings the door open, and its creaking noise bounces on the halls. Oliver passes through and closes the door gently.

     Then, Oliver marches across the hallway and descends the stairs. He cuts to the kitchen and prepares breakfast. After the meal, Oliver summons water into the sink and washes the plates stained with sauce. As he rinses the dishes, he looks through the window and sees the garden on the other side.