21's Legacy

Chapter 3

We practically did everything together.
Not until summer's over and school days are coming.
I will be sent to school for kindergarten while Threin stays in our house for home school.
Mom thought that it will be risky to send Threin to school because he is expected to outsmart the normal human kids. Meaning mom will be exposed to many awarding ceremonies or quiz bees or honor roll meetings. And those are No No's. Besides, he has no records in the National Statistics Office of this country.
Sure, forged documents and fake IDs are options but my mom never wanted to go that far for a "poor" education.
She said that she could provide all the necessary "Education" Threin needs to continue the work she's been doing here on Earth. The one reason she brought Threin here.
He was supposed to be assigned a yaya-they call Cephan- who is to train him to be a great Garde while his parents do their designated job for Lorien. But Mom believed that Threin is a prodigy and argued about the Cephan-Garde set-up, so she took Threin with her here on Earth so that she could train him herself.
And that means train him everyday from 5am 'til night time.
I am to catch up in their training after school. Mom said I'm still a half blood so the Lorien Legacies also run through my veins.
I liked the idea because it means quality time with Threin. I imagined myself training with him and felt the thrill on my cheeks.
However, Threin seemed sad about it.
Aside from the 5am call time, no school means no friends and no friends means no playmate.
"We can play after I get home." I told him.
"I'll be busy too, Yo. You know, the training."
"I'll train with you. Training looks fun."
"Maybe. I've seen training in Lorien, they have this huge play ground for adults where they do obstacles and all. It was cool. But not many of these trainees look happy to me."
"Well maybe because they don't have a brother to train with. We can help each other out." I paused for a while, "l guess."
"Maybe."
But MAYBE is a sign of uncertainty, and there are 2 or more probabilities to choose from when you use the word MAYBE.
MAYBE, as an idea is never promising, never reliable and never assuring. But we risk on a lot of MAYBEs, coz when we don't, we put out HOPE from life's vocabulary.
Well at least he got me.
But we both know that it isn't enough to be just us. We're kids and every kid wanted to have friends. I guess.
I've never had friends before Threin but when I first went to school, I already knew what he's missing and he will be missing for the rest of his childhood.
Nope, I haven't made friends yet but there are kids who talked to me (although I never replied, I only nod, or shrug or smile) and the feeling is very new.
That was the first moment I felt butterflies in my belly but it's not like when I broke a plate a month ago when the butterflies means a warning for an upcoming punishment from Mom.
It's more of a good thing. It's an excitement-plus-fear-plus-happiness-plus-weirdness-plus-awkwardness butterfly thing which I don't know if Threin will experience in his Loric training curriculum.
Plus I get to see not only boy kids, but girls too. That's another new to me. I've seen a very cute one and I'd like to be friends with her immediately. Except that I feel like a mute and she never even turned her eyes to me.
Not yet I guess.
"Maybe she'll talk to me tomorrow." I said to myself.
Maybe.

I exited the school ground excited with all these new stuffs I've learned.
A hired tricycle is waiting for me just beside the school's side gate (the school has 3 gates: the front gate which is the main gate and the side gates, my exit is on the right side).
The driver's name is Tony, a chubby bald guy wearing a yellow t-shirt with some print I couldn't read.
Yeah right. Guess what? I can't read YET.
He heard me singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" as I approached his vehicle.
"Is that the first song you learned in school?" He asked.
I just nod and went inside the sidecar then a series of bumps and maneuvers followed as he drove the rocky road on our way home.
"Did you know that the song you were singing a while ago is actually composed by the genius Mozart?" He said when we stopped at the entrance of our front yard. "When he was a young kid like you, he already knew how to play the violin." He is now picking my bag from inside the car.
I just stared at him while he told me more about Mozart.
"Once, his dad brought him to a concert, and you know what he did? He wrote every single note of every single instrument of the music played that night. Take note, he only heard the music once and wrote the entire concert piece perfectly! Not one mistake, lad. Not one mistake." We are now halfway through the front yard.
"Really?" I was mesmerized.
"No joke." He waves a finger.
"What's a violin?"
"It's a little instrument that sounded like a woman's voice."
"Do you think I can play that too? Like Motzhart?"
"Of course if you study, you'll learn to play whatever instrument you'd like to play."
"I hope mom would buy me an instrument."
"Oh you don't need to buy, little man. You already have one."
"No I don't. Dad and mom never had an instrument." We are talking in front of our door for almost five minutes now.
"Maybe they don't, but you do. You already played it before you went inside my sidecar." He said handing me back my bag. "Your voice is an instrument you don't need to buy." he shook may hair and went back to his tricycle. I stood there and watch the smoke of the vehicle as it slowly vanishes when the he turned to a corner just 10 meters away from our yard.
Okay so that'll be the first misconception I've been corrected about life: the human voice is a musical instrument.
But I'm not entirely human, am I? What's the difference?
Whatever.
Took me a while to process what Mang Tony just told me, and it took me a while to realize that the first friend I'd made this day is not a classmate. Not even a kid, but a fully grown adult with a shiny head. I liked him immediately and I'm actually looking forward to hear more stories from him tomorrow when I'll go home after school's finished.
It was lunchtime then and I just dropped my bag on my bed when Mom called me to the dining room.
Threin is already sitting by the table munching native chicken adobo and rice. I took a seat beside him.
"What did you and Mom do?" I whisper as if I'm asking him a forbidden question.
"We played hide and seek for many hours." He answered casually.
So much for pitying him, I thought maybe he too enjoyed his day as much as I did.
When I knew that the first half of training went well, I immediately shoot mom a question.
"Mom, is Motzhart a Loric?"
"Motzhart? I've never heard of him, honey. Who is he?"
"He is a kid that has a Legacy of writing the tune of a song even if he just heard it once." I heard about Legacies from Threin and I always thought that anything could be a Legacy.
"Is there a Legacy like that, Mom?" Threin joins in. He asked confirmingly more than curiously.
"Yes there is. He used it in a concert. Right Mommy?" I said trying to be smart.
"I'm afraid there is no such kind of Legacy, Yo." I felt a little sad. "But let me check this Motzhart in the Loric database first and I'll get back on you, honey. I'll see if I can find him and his mysterious Legacy in there. But as for now, finish your meals coz we have training to do. Okay?"