HoloAdvent (A Hololive fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter 10

When I was younger, I faced numerous instances where those around me suggested I give up on the things I wanted to do in life. It seemed ridiculous—how could anyone discourage a child's dreams? While not overt, many people subtly hinted at it: a concealed chuckle, turning away with their entourage of supporters, a hesitant smile, or questioning my ideas with tones of uncertainty and doubt. These were just a few examples. Just the tip of the iceberg. 

What drives individuals to withhold their support from someone attempting to overcome obstacles and pursue success? Why do they choose to turn away the moment someone strives to ascend?

As I grew up, doubts and words of discouragement continued to swirl around me. The Calypso name didn't hold much weight for anything international, but locally, we were recognized as individuals who had everything under control, present and future. My father, deeply involved in city politics and respected as a lawyer, had worked tirelessly to earn the people's respect for decades. Straightforward and principled—this was the impression my family gave until my mother passed away.

Throughout my life, I've been encircled by individuals who perceived me as troubled, labeled as the one who disrupted another's love story. Events unfolded, and my father's perception of me differed from the way other dads saw their sons. Old rumors resurfaced like relentless waves, eroding any chance for my voice to matter. My significance dwindled, eclipsed by those profoundly impacted—the opinions of my dad, my brothers, the murmurs behind my back. Their judgments became the burden I carried. Despite my brothers having embraced me long ago, my mind would be entrenched in a different perspective.

I didn't cause my mom's death. It wasn't a choice I made. She was the family's guiding light during turbulent times, an angelic figure embodying virtues from past saints. My dad upheld honesty, even in the deceitful realm of politics. Her passing shook hundreds, drawing attention not just locally but also across social media. She was beloved, engaging with the community and joining in various city causes. She epitomized compassion and resilience alongside my dad, their love beginning during high-school all the way to being married.

And by being named Crill Calypso, being sent into the world, I felt like I stripped all that away from my dad.

I didn't cause my mom's death. It wasn't a choice I made.

That's always been my belief. My birth was predetermined. My parents knew I was going to arrive.

But everything else felt dictated by fate, no longer did my mom have control of the reins.

She left and I would be in the world, without her warmth. 

~*~

After a few weeks, the girls had settled into life at the resort, adapting smoothly to their roles and responsibilities. Shiori Novella, initially seeming like a novice who stumbled at every modern creation she spectated at, surprised everyone by sharing a wealth of random architectural knowledge with a construction worker on her first day (though it was completely unrelated and unneeded). Soon after, she began offering precise insights about the resort's buildings, detailing decoration methods and organizing placements accurately. This discovery prompted Sarah to include her in brainstorming sessions, turning her ideas into tangible realities.

"Classical architecture honors the Corinthian order, celebrated for its elaborate capitals adorned with acanthus leaves and intricate floral patterns, signifying the zenith of decorative elegance." Shiori mumbled in her sleep as she slept on the couch.

"What's she talking about, boss?" Sarah asked, perplexed by the unfamiliar terms.

"Shiori said she'd study about architecture in her sleep so this must be... her sleep talking..."