The Blight Chronicles: Odalia & Alador

Grom

Alador held true to his word, he did not allow her to go to school that day. She was unable to break free of his embrace and ended up falling asleep. By the time she woke up, she assumed it was well past noon judging from the light coming in through her window. Although she could still try to catch some classes it would be pointless. She would have already missed most of them anyway.

Alador was no longer in bed when she woke up. She must have been extremely tired if she hadn't felt him get out of bed or walk out of the room. She was normally an extremely light sleeper. A small part of her felt sad that he wasn't there when she woke up but there was also the part that was relieved. Had he been there she would have probably scolded him for making her miss school when it had obviously been the right decision.

She owed a lot to him. If it wasn't for Alador she would probably still be trapped in that dark room. She would still be a slave to her parents. How different would her life have been if she hadn't approached Alador that day in the market? He had given her a new purpose, the prospect of a better future, but more importantly, he made her happy. She was his whole world and he was hers. Nobody else mattered.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden smell of something burning. She quickly hopped out of bed and headed to Alador's room. This would not be the first time one of his projects caught fire.

On her way, she saw that there was smoke coming from downstairs. "That's odd," she mumbled to herself as she headed downstairs.

Once she reached the bottom she saw the smoke was coming from the kitchen. More specifically from a pan that Alador was holding.

"Alador," she said as she rushed over to him to take the pan. "What happened, are you ok?

"I'm ok," he muttered as he watched Odalia take the still smoking pan outside.

"Is there something wrong with the abomibutler?" She asked, concerned as she walked back inside the house. There was so much smoke she had to open up some windows.

"No, I wanted to make you breakfast," he mumbled. "you needed the rest and I know you don't like eating the food the abomibutler made so I figured I could do it. Odalia?"

She stopped what she was doing as soon as she heard he wanted to make her breakfast. She was such an idiot. Of course, the only reason Alador would ever even try cooking would be for her. He had gone out of his way to make her something and she had yanked it away from him and taken it outside. Without saying anything she briskly walked back outside to go retrieve the pan. By the time she made it back inside it was no longer smoking.

She took a seat at the table placing the pan in front of her. Looking at the charred contents she could not make out what it was that Alador had been trying to make. Whatever it was, she was going to eat it. She would not allow his efforts to go to waste. Without saying anything she began to eat.

Alador just watched as Odalia dug in and ate the scrambled eggs he had made her. She ate everything in the pan and it looked like she was enjoying it.

"What did you think?" he asked with a little glint in his eyes even though his face remained devoid of emotion.

Odalia struggled to keep down the food. The food was so burnt that she could not make out a single ingredient that was used to make it. Though she would never say that out loud she would take it to her grave if she had to. "It was delicious," she said, forcing a smile.

Alador's face lit up and that was enough to relieve some of the uneasiness in her stomach. She had eaten worse things; this was nothing. That's what she kept telling herself. Knowing Alador he had probably spent hours trying to make her this.