The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 5

    Vlad

  Lying in my bed, waiting to surrender to sleep, I was reviewing my encounter with Calum.
  He was a very interesting individual, with an equal interesting situation.

  It seems he is alone, an eleven years old boy by himself!!!! During a war!!!! He was just like me, hiding and running, just without the loving protection of an adult.

He wasn't very generous with details, but I could pick up some things. He told me his mother taught him how to braid his hair, so maybe she was a witch, but somehow she wasn't around anymore and I didn't ask more about this because I sensed it wasn't something he wanted to elaborate about.

He said absolutely nothing about a father figure so he was either estranged with him or dead and like his mother, didn't feel curious to get more information.

  Calum was an walking contradiction in my eyes. He has a gentle voice, is soft spoken, but his look seems cold and rather dangerous. When I shook his hand I had a feeling of safety and fear at the same time.

I really don't know what to think about him, but he intrigues me and I can't stop my mind from making some ludicrous theories. What if he is an undercover little warlock who is on a mission to find shelters and destroy them? What if he is a smooth criminal that lures his victims with his innocence and then strikes when you least expect it? What if he is a runaway warlock from a powerful family that wants to use him as a pawn in this war?

  From my bed I could see Calum sitting with his back at me in his own warm sheets, he was having the top bed like me, just that there was another empty one between us.

While looking at him I couldn't stop my mind from wondering, will he kill me in my sleep? Will we be attacked?

Thankfully my eyes were having other plans and started getting heavier and heavier and sleep came in the end.

  Eric's hand was gently rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to wake me up, but my eyes were still having their stubborn ideas and were refusing to open.

  "Good morning, sleepy head!" I hear dad telling me, his hand still softly stroking my shoulder. "Well, it's not really morning anymore, but it's doesn't matter" he said with a chuckle.

  That got the job done and I got up immediately. "What?" Was my question, my voice not getting the memo to wake up. I'm not dead! was my first thought.

The next second my eyes went searching for Calum, but his bed was empty.

  My dad sees where I'm looking at and proceeds to tell me. "He left early in the morning. I hope he will be alright" he said, concern in his voice.

My dad would always think of others, even if Calum was a total stranger to him, he would automatically extend his fatherly instincts and try to take care of the kid.

  That news dug a deep hole in my heart and I don't know why. I just met him last night and we only exchanged a couple of words, nothing much, it's not like we were best friends forever and he abandoned me, but it sure felt like it.

Perhaps I felt embarrassed for my previous thoughts: him killing me in my sleep or being a criminal master mind. I'm ashamed of myself for thinking like that after sleeping like a baby the whole night, but my mind had its own personality and I can't control it.

  Eric saw my dejected look and tried comforting me with a small pat on my shoulder and told me "Come on, little warrior. Let's eat something so we can go and search for a safer shelter for the winter. If we find one close enough to this village, maybe we can return here sometimes and, possibly, you will see Calum again". 

His words should have made me feel better, but my gut was telling me that I won't see Calum soon, if ever.