Paths of Prophecy

Chapter 1 - Unfolding Destiny

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Chapter 1 - Unfolding Destiny

Pente Kingdom- Shetpal village

At the outskirts of Shetpal Village stood the Bernard estate, the property of Baron Bernard, who died a year ago. The once grande mansion became rundown, devoid of servants, leaving violet as the sole caretaker responsible for both the household chores and the well-being of her two sons.

 The mansion was passed on to her as the sole heir to the baron and she lived in it with her family, aftre her husband descended further into debts and alcohol and sold their former mansion, his former esteem a distant memory.

Stewart Pov :

( Birds voices).

I first discovered my gift when I was six years old. Scenes would abruptly unfold before my eyes, offering glimpses of the future. If I managed to snap out of my daze before the vision concluded, those premonitions would manifest seconds later.

As I fluttered my eyes open after the sun light caressed them, I saw myself and Big brother lying peicefuly in the mat, it our first sleep in two days. 

From the corner of my eye I could see mother asleep on the chair near the fire, 'Ah, she must have kept watch for us' , I nuzzeled closer to my brother and he ruffeled my hair, as I was about to say something, the door suddenly burst open, I was filled with dread as my brother jolted standing before me and my mother got up running toward us.

It was our father, or more precisly brother's father, I saw him approach us with anger filling his eyes and he yanked my brother from his wrist before reaching to mine, mother hurried to stop him but was ruthlessly shoved to the floor, the vision ended abruptly as I felt pain in my wrist.

I hurriedly turned to bother and urged him to wake up, I was hyperventilating at this point, my brother must have understood me somehow because he quickly assumed a standing position before as if to shield me from father, his husly voice called out to mother to wake up, and after she opened her eyes she rushed to my side.

Big brother was standing on the bed, his tiny and skinny body seemed like a sturdy wall from my view but I knew that the moment the door opened what I saw would unfold as predicted, and and all I could do was watch in helplessness.

Father dragged us outside the village, the distance was really far, and we still had to walk all the way to the big city, it seemed father had business there today, 'He was probably kicked out from the local bar'.

 It was our first time going there, and it was so different from our quiet house on the edge of the village.

Mother had always told us that we hailed from a baron's family, and that father once held a prominent position. However, his descent into alcoholism had eroded any semblance of respect or recognition among the villagers. Our house reeked of the vile substance, and empty bottles were strewn haphazardly in every corner. I had secretly tasted it once, driven by curiosity to understand the source of Father's obsession. I couldn't fathom why Brother's father would subject us to relentless beatings over this toxic drink. It seemed unjust that we had to toil in various odd jobs to sustain this habit of his, which only exacerbated his misery.

I harbored a profound resentment toward him and his addiction, despising the fear that gripped Brother and Mother whenever he returned home. I found solace in the knowledge that I had no blood ties to this man.