Omnipresent Watcher: The Eye Of The Multiverse

CH1XII: Lost Innocence

XII. Lost Innocence

A few days later

Caerus sat at the edge of the porch, his thoughts heavy with the weight of the prophecy and his conflicting identities. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the village as Angelica moved about in the kitchen, the smell of her cooking wafting through the open windows.

Gathering his resolve, Caerus approached the kitchen, finding his mother humming softly as she prepared dinner. He took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice hesitant but determined.

“Mother,” Caerus began, breaking the silence.

Angelica turned, her face brightening with a warm smile. “What is it, Light? You look troubled.”

Caerus’s heart raced as he faced her, his gaze steady yet filled with uncertainty. “I wanted to ask you something about the prophecy. Caerus Divinus-Celeste.”

Angelica’s expression shifted to one of curiosity, though a hint of worry crept into her eyes. “The prophecy? What about it?”

Caerus took a step closer, his voice laced with the burden of his thoughts. “Someone we fought claimed that I am the Caerus Divinus-Celeste, the angel destined for destruction. I’m still grappling with whether to believe it. I want to know if you know anything about this—if there’s any truth to it.”

Angelica’s face grew pale, and she set down the ladle she was holding. “Oh, Light, my dear, you mustn’t let such things trouble you. You are my son, Light Corsew, and that’s all you’ve ever been. I don’t believe in these prophecies. They’re just stories, meant to scare and confuse.”

Caerus’s brows furrowed in frustration, but he maintained his composure. “But what if there’s some truth to it? What if I really am Caerus Divinus-Celeste? How can I be sure of who I am if even you don’t believe in the prophecy?”

Angelica’s eyes softened with motherly concern, but her resolve remained firm. “You’re my son, Light. Whether the world says you are something else doesn’t change who you are to me. I’ve raised you with love and care, and I believe in your goodness. Prophecies are not facts—they’re just interpretations of possible futures. You have the power to shape your own path.”

Caerus felt a pang of doubt but pressed on, driven by his quest for understanding. “But what if my nature is more complex than just being Light Corsew? What if there’s a side of me that’s beyond my control?”

Angelica’s eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. “Light, I’ve seen you grow from a child into the person you are today. I’ve always known you to be kind and courageous. If there is a part of you that’s darker, it’s up to you to confront it and not let it define you. Your actions, your choices—they define who you are, not some prophecy.”

Caerus’s shoulders slumped slightly, torn between his mother’s unwavering belief in him and the unsettling truths he had encountered. “I want to believe that too, but it’s hard when I see these signs and hear these claims. I need to know who I truly am.”

Angelica stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You are Light Corsew, my son, and that’s who I will always see you as. If there’s something you’re struggling with, we’ll face it together. But don’t let fear or doubt cloud your heart. You have the strength to overcome any challenge.”

Caerus looked into his mother’s eyes, searching for reassurance. “What if I’m not just a crow, but something more?”

Angelica’s gaze was steady and full of love. “Then embrace all parts of yourself, but never let them overshadow the goodness and light that resides in you. Remember, prophecies can only predict possibilities. They do not dictate your destiny.”

As the conversation drew to a close, Caerus felt a mixture of relief and lingering uncertainty. The warmth of his mother’s belief was a comforting beacon, but the shadows of doubt still danced at the edge of his mind.

Angelica returned to her cooking, her movements calm and assured, while Caerus stood in contemplative silence. The evening light continued to fade, casting long shadows over the landscape, reflecting the complex journey that lay ahead for him.

With a final nod to his mother, Caerus turned and walked back outside, his heart heavy but resolute. He knew that the path to understanding his true self would be long and fraught with challenges, but with his mother’s unwavering support, he felt a glimmer of hope that he could navigate through the darkness and discover his own truth.