Rey De-Heavens (English)

6.3

Although no one seemed to be expressing anything in particular, it was a long time they had been alive and thus anticipated the fall of the little one who had just stood up. Using subdued faces, they focused their gazes without comment, as if they wanted to see what the reaction of the little adventurer would be as he fell from the pride of wanting to overstrengthen himself. A clumsy step. A second small step without any balance, and then, "punm". The little one fell to the ground.

The one who was curious was now feeling another intense, annoying and unpleasant sensation. Pain. The little white-eyed boy stood there for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Touching the ground with his hands, he proceeded to touch his aching knees, to finally raise his puerile face and look around. None of those present had sufficient reason to pretend to help him, nor had they received parental approval.

Rey remembered asking himself, "How can they stand up and I can't?" When he noticed that the elders were paying attention to something else, he turned his neck and watched as Dante was even able to stand and, despite the effort, also fell to the ground, but he acted differently in the same scenario. His lycanthrope brother opened his mouth, closed his red eyes and cried out in a pained cry.

The past self of Rey realized that it was the loud crying of his brother Dante that caused him to be helped by the concerned mother. Maryam, with regret on her face, did not hesitate to pick up her son from the floor to pamper him as one who intended to ease another's pain. He also saw how the third little one, the one with blue eyes, acted cautiously. Jhades, as one who learned from other people's mistakes, decided to continue clinging to his father who was helping him with the intention of trying to keep him from falling.

"Bumm, Crack." A resounding sound preceded something breaking in two. The elders returned their gazes to the first little one. Rey, however, could do no more than avert her face. He didn't have to see to know what had happened. Despite not even being able to walk properly, in one blow his past self had shattered part of the floor. He could understand that, at that moment, in his mind, the floor had been responsible for his fall, so with his hands he hit it to try to fix the problem. Then, as if with clumsy and unbalanced movements, he stood up once more to walk again without realizing something. The new expressions on the faces of the ten adults present.

"Who would have imagined that so many different expressions could be the result of just one decision?" wondered the little boy no one could see. "The past cannot be changed, but I can learn and reflect. This is also the time when I can know who is with me and who is not."

As soon as he took a deep breath, Rey was ready to turn and accept reality. At first he saw neutrality in the older man's face. The Great Wise Wizard, the one with black skin and a shaved head, with his eyes narrowed, showed expressions between lively and cold, as if he did not pretend to react, but did not refuse either. Further back, Rey focused his gaze on Silvia's interested face, she leaned her body forward to see better. To the right was Mijan, he looked offended, with his eyebrows narrowed his eyes, he also narrowed his lips and pushed his jaw forward. He looked as if he wanted to antagonize the aggressive behavior of his former self and could not, as he was not the father. With a full turn, looking across the room, Rey could see the corners of a thin, stretched mouth on the happy, carefree face of the vampire she was to call mother. Following the turning of her body, by the doorway stood Heroclades, marveling, raising his eyebrows high and letting his eyes resemble large saucers. The tan-skinned fellow did not avert the gaze he had locked on his disciple's son. Further inward, with lowered eyebrows and her upper lip curved, while wrinkling her nose, the muscular vampire denoted an expression of disgust. Katherine intensely disapproved of the destructive behavior of her past self. Returning to go another full circle, beside Maryam stood Wulfgang, with drooping eyelids, full of sadness, as was typical. Behind the lycanthrope was Ehimus, trembling with fear, trying to stay hidden. Rey could imagine that the elf, with her childish personality, previously told by the adults, was imagining a Of-Bastador in the future. On the other hand, ignoring the adults, Rey also inspected the look of the one who had stopped crying on his mother's arms, Dante seemed to be in search of more emotions, to have the intention to compete and make himself look better. While Jhades looked disinterested and seemed to avoid as many emotions as possible.