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3- Mother, I'm Sorry

Cale thought as he looked at his mother's grave.

I'm so so so sorry, mother...
I'm not so brave after all....

He ran away. Yeah, you heard it right. Cale Henituse, a ten year old child, with a forty year old mind, had ran away.

He had picked the time of the day when no servants or maids were near his room. When Ron was out of the territory on an errand and when no Knights patrolled outside his side of the wing and bolted out of there with very minimal things he could take. Those things that he needed. Like his mother's secret box that she left for him and a pair of daggers that he found in his mother's room.

And now, he was here.. In front of his mother's grave. In a secluded area behind the estate where no one comes, unless it's time to clean the cemetery.

Not like anyone else does anyway. It was always Cale, who did it.

This time too, he carefully took a rag and cleaned every corner of the gravestone. Placed a new bouquet of yellow roses and..........started digging.

You heard it, he dug the ground beside the gravestone.

In his last life, after the Henituse Castle was raged down to the ground, he had found his mother's grave. The ground was overturned because of an explosion, and he had found a diary, completely intact.

It was where he learned of the Thames Family's origin and had also gained his bloodline power after learning how to activate it.

His little hands dug the ground before pulling out the red diary with gold linings.. In his last life, this diary was a bit damaged, so his bloodline art was not fully assimilated with his body. But now, it's still intact and fully preserved.

He dusted it before opening it.

"We study time." This was the opening line.

Afterwards, it was his mother explaining how old the Thames family are, how generation after generations the Thames descendants gain their own unique bloodline arts and it's always different. His mother's was wood based.. Along with the ancient power, Annual Rings of Life, his mother also had the bloodline art of summoning vines to protect herself. The vines were always thick, vicious and bloody. Maybe because it required you to use your blood to summon.

Every bloodline art of the Thames required a bit of the user's blood and it varied for everyone.

Cale didn't hesitate to follow the way to activate his bloodline power. The process required him to use fresh blood of his to draw a pattern and read this:
"Siamo legati dal sangue, e il sangue è memoria senza linguaggio"

Meaning: We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.

There wasn't any bright light Or anything magical. Just a thin red thread that wrapped around his whole body before tying itself as a knot on top of his heart.

It was fascinating enough for Cale, though.

Just as he was getting ready to bid a final goodbye to his mother, the ground beneath the gravestone split open.

"What???" He was shocked as he fell backwards onto the ground.

There wasn't anything like this in his last life?!?!!

Cale was in trouble. No, he was in a panic.

The ground was shaking. Or maybe only the area around the grave as the people in the distance seemed to go about their life as usual.

Then it happened, a bud sprouted from the ground, where his mother's grave was supposed to be. Before, the bud started growing.

It's growing so fast!!