The Switch

Ken- Missing you

There were too many things on my mind, and Luke’s limit seal was a new addition, at the end of the list.

The battle was finally over, and I was back at my mansion, exhausted.

Leaders don’t get time to rest, but I wasn’t leading at that time. I left the Siren world to the chaos it was for a while…my head was too clouded to be able to do any good for them.

I was angry at myself for not having seen the treason from Joshua coming.

Secondly, I was confused with the whole Justine and Jade coming back to life thing. Oh yeah, Jade coming back to life was confirmed by my men.

I was so darn certain, that Jade had died when I sung the death song to her…how did she make it?

How Justine and Derek’s bodies wound up along with hers was another mystery.

Then, there were memories of Sharon. If all had gone well, she would’ve been with me right then. I would’ve been playing with her hair…listening to her sing.

Maybe Karma decided that I didn’t precisely deserve those things. Not after what I had been planning to do.

It was ironic though; if I did do those things, then no matter what Karma decided, I’d have Sharon back.

How did the damn wheel work again?

I sighed, thinking of Sharon, and crashed on my bed, arms spread out to either side.

There was a knock on my door. I knew who it was.

“Go away” I ordered in a drained voice “I need my privacy”

Max walked in either way.

“Look at you, you pathetic little love-bird” he shook his head “your people need you and you’re here, sulking”

I grabbed the pillow and covered my ears.

“Go. Away” I said again, my voice muffled.

“Hey, you brought this on yourself” Max jumped onto my bed “Everyone had warned you when you decided to take dad’s place…since I bailed out.” He took a bite of his sandwich, merrily

“He said, and I quote, With great power, comes great responsibility, my son” his imitation of dad’s voice was close to perfect—save a little bit of nasal “Sacrifice becomes your ally more often than you’d like…I’m tellin’ ya bro… those were wise words, right there”

“Max” I said in a droned voice “Just get the hell out and let me be”

There was silence.

Maybe he had realized that I was in no mood to listen to complains about some or the other chaotic pandemonium taking place in some or the other part of the world relating to Sirens. I was in no condition whatsoever to give advice. I needed advice.

“Yo” Max pulled the pillow off my face “You suffering from the blues?”

What kind of question was that? I’d been sulking the entire week, and he was just realizing?

I didn’t bother reacting.

“Those are the blues” he confirmed “right there. Plain old blues.”

“I don’t need this right now” I told Max.

He nodded “I bet it’s because you didn’t succeed”

Max was right. How do brothers know you so well?

“I knew it!” he jumped “It’s girl trouble!”