Fallen Stars

Chapter 20

TYGRON

That argument gave light to the things we have forgotten.

What made us forget the reason why our siblings and our parents are gone? To think that we have no memory to recall of them even after twelve years is the most absurd thing we have done. Memories are flooding in my head as my thoughts are giving me a headache.

Hours have passed after the fight. I am still here sulking in my room and I could hear them indistinctly speaking downstairs. Based on the footsteps on the wood, Cathera went down the stairs, together with the two.

I don't want to hear any of that conversation even if I don't understand it. Curling up like a ball in the bed, I covered my ears, hearing my heartbeat in my head.

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the things that just happened.

I remembered that I was injured, my arm was supposed to be already gone but here it was. Its hand is covering one of my ears.

What is the coincidence that a witch is together with us, there are these things, and then Cathera...?

Oh, they're arguing downstairs, maybe. I might be just imagining things. Their voices were indistinct and muffled. My hands remained in my ears.

I continued to look in the corner of the room, undisturbed by anything. The weak light of the moon shone through the window revealing small patches of stars outside as the stretch of clouds covered them. The whistling of the wind vibrated around, mainly on the glass of the windows.

I think they have stopped talking.

I could hear a male voice from downstairs or something. The voice bellows unlike the three which I could vaguely distinguish their voices in between.

Remaining in my position, slow footsteps approached the room and the door creaked open, revealing a weak light bouncing off the walls that possibly came from down the three. My back as my body curled was facing away from the door, unbeknownst to the person opening the door.

"Tygron?" a masculine voice muttered. It was Kingston.

"What happened? Are you fine already?" he continued.

I took a short pause before I weakly grumbled in agreement as a response.

"Your wounds, I thought..." I could see his vague shadow tilt its head while the door softly creaked wide open as he parked in the doorway.

"Just... don't talk" I shut him as I turned my head, giving him a side-eyed stare.

"Fine" He, at last, replied as he went blank for a while, entering the room and taking a few steps along the side of the bed, towards the window.

"Tygron, what did you and Cathera argue about?" he continued, deciding to interrupt the silence that he had given me. He laid his back on the wall and looked at me sitting on the side of his bed looking at the bare floor with fingers crossing along with him taking a short sound swallow of his saliva.

I turned around back again at the wall, still lying on the bed, turning off his question.

"Come on, Tygron? Say something," he complained, walking towards me.

"Tell me, something, anything," he continued to demand.

"I don't know what to say of these," I replied, forced. I am still enforcing the short silence before replying.

"Don'know? Why is that?" he continued to inspect, making me sit on the bed with my feet deciding to touch the floor, looking towards him.

"I don't know," I looked down on the sheets. He stood still, hands crossed, looking down at me.