𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬....
"If I cannot have them both, I will not have either."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐎𝐂𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐯
𝐏𝐨...
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐊𝐚𝐳 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐳 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐲𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. Before he was Brekker he was Rietveld. If you asked anyone in that small farming village about the youngest Reitveld boy, they'd tell you stories of a kind mischievous boy who was once chased about the village by a vengeful rooster.
They would smile fondly and speak of a boy who looked almost exactly like his father, with the liveliest blue eyes and handsome face. They would speak of a boy who picked flowers and handed them off to every woman and girl he saw, "I hope your day is just as beautiful as you."
Kaz Brekker would never be caught dead being so cute and cheesy. Good thing this part of the story is not about Kaz Brekker, but the ghost he used to be.
Kaz Reitveld was young but he wasn't stupid. He was quite smart for a little boy raised on a farm. Though, that always wasn't the case. He had only spent three years of his life this far, but that was a story for another time.
Kaz knew something had gone wrong when his father had returned a month early from his trip dirty and distraught. He knew something was wrong when he heard his older brother sobbing himself to sleep.
He knew it. He just knew it.
So he did what any curious child would do. He asked the only person he knew he could ask.
"Jordie?" He whispered tugging at his brother's sleeve, while they both watched their father violently hand the ancient plow.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you and father so sad?" He asked quietly looking up at the ten-year-old boy, who stiffened slightly pursing his lips. His bitter coffee-coloured eyes peered down at Kaz in silence for a moment.
