The Thorns Of Hope: A Tale Of Tragedy And Redemption.

Magic it is (Part 02) |Chapter 12|

I didn't wait much time i treated his wounds and made him something to eat, i fed him. And then when i was about to leave he talked to me with a very very weak voice.
" Thank you so much for helping me I don't know how i will repay you. Ever. But i think there is something that would be useful for you"
He had a little cupboard beside his bed which he didn't have to get up to open. That was a relief or else his wound would get worse. He moved near a cupboard slowly. He was too weak to move. He opened the drawer and took out a huge book which he almost fell getting it out. I quickly catched the book and took it in to my hands. How silly could an old man be he is too weak to do shit like dat. He gave me a small smile and spoke. His voice was weak no even worse than weak:
" This book would help you. Read it and practice it. You won't have to fear any one"
He laid on his bed while saying dat. And he said no more. He closed his eyes and went into a peaceful sleep.
" I really hope that you would get better. Don't worry i will bring you something in the morning. Oh also thank you for the book. I will surely read it"
He didn't reply but i was sure that he was listening. He must be too tired after all that beating.( I thought)
I went home afterwards. It was already the morning. I could say the dark clouds were mixed with a little white which made the sky grey in colour. Which was an announcement from the sun that he will be arriving soon. I quickly went home and changed into my night wears. It was morning but i still needed sleep.
I woke up after a couple of hours. I was still tired but i had work to do. I woke up and changed into my working clothes. I was too tired to read the book the man yesterday gave me but i was curious so i took it with me to work. I made breakfast to both me and the man from yesterday which i didn't know the name of . Still i took the food to his house but he was still a sleep or he wasn't at home. I knocked a several times but there were no answer. So i kept near the door. Whether he was out of the house or inside he is gonna open the door so he would definitely see it. I kept it near the door and left for work.

I had too much of work that day. Which gave me no time, no even a second to at least to take a glance at the book. After my work ended i took it back home and sat on my bed to read the book even before taking a shower. I opened the book. It was very old that it's edges were all rusty. I opened the book very slowly trying my best not to broke or damage it other than what had happened to it already. When i started reading the book i realized that it was not a story, nor an educational book. It was a book contained about magic. About what it was. It's history and everything. I read each and  every word, symbol amd character on it making sure i missed nothing over and over again. But the book was only in half. The other pages were all torn off of it in a malicious way.
I wanted more about it, mire about what is happening, how, and how to control it. I needed the other half of the book so i ran back into the man who gave me the book in the first place. But he was no longer there.

The doors of his house were opened. I went in , for all i found was that clean and beautiful place which was there yesterday is no longer. Everything is broken and gone and his body was laying right where i treated his woods. My legs were been washed off of his blood, cold thick blood. Which i did not even notice even when the winter cold liquid flowed under my feet.

I  frowned. I remembered. The same feeling. The same colour. The same position. They all died. The people who cared for me, who helped me. They all died. They all bathed in their own blood. Tears were all i had. Tears were all who hugged me and kissed my cheeks saying "it's okay. Everyone dies and you will get used to it soon" . It was a siren in my head. An annoying siren.

I knelt before the old man. And i wept and wept until the only tears i had left me without a word. I sat there for and hour, two? I don't know how much but i did. My eyes they were wet for a while but the dried too soon for the pain stayed still like the stones in the ocean. They never leave regardless how strong the waves hit them. So was my pain.

I lifted my head .

I had to help him even at his last moment. I went into the back yard of his house and digged up a grave for his soul and body to rest in peace forever. Away from this world full of cruelty. I went in to bring him out to his new house. Him to his safety. When i lifted him up something fell into the blood which was on the floor.  I went him down and picked what fell down. It was a letter. Probably written by him.

I opened up to read it:

" Dear Adonia.
        
           If you are reading this letter i am no longer alive. But don't worry my child you are not along.........

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