[Elsword] - Destination: Descendants

Chapter 2 - The Attic

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Ace. He held my hand; it was warm. I was being dragged along, knowing little to nothing about what he has to show me. Was it that important? I don't recall him ever having the guts to tug me with him. It was always the opposite. Always. Great, at least he manned up a little.

While we were taking our stroll, my eyes wandered over to his wrist. Around it was a metal bracelet, shining in the bright sunlight. Wait a minute. Was this the bracelet from that day? I never thought he would've worn it all these years. I took it as a one-time thing. I wonder if he noticed or not; the fact that I eventually stopped carrying it around. Mine was probably hidden somewhere under piles of useless junk, in one of my drawers in my bedroom. I felt kind-of guilty, but whatever. He wouldn't mind, right? Yeah, it was Ace, after all.

When we reached the entrance of our wooden, double-story house, an ambush of wind and leaves greeted us by the gate.

"Ah!" Ace exclaimed, flinching and letting go of my arm.

The leaves had gotten into his face and body, the poor boy. Fortunate for me, he was directly in front, therefore he was my personal meat-shield.

It was autumn: trees slowly began to shed their leaves, and it became chillier outside. The grass was still as green as ever, though. Luckily, today was a day filled with sun, so it wasn't too cold.

I was trying my best to suppress my upcoming laughter, but I sneaked in a few giggles. I couldn't help it!

"Uuu..." he cried and whined.

A few seconds later, the leaves fell off and scattered around him on the pavement, also thanks to the wind. The breeze was somewhat relaxing.

"Why didn't you help me, Ame?"

"Hmm, I didn't feel like it~" I innocently smiled.

"That's your reason for everything." he chuckled.

I gave Ace a soft, gentle push ahead. "Now, now, go on. Hurry along and continue with your task."

"R-Right."

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He opened the main door with a slight creaking sound, and I followed him inside. There wasn't very much to see inside the residence, just an ordinary everyday estate. A black comfy couch, tables and chairs made out of oak (thanks to Ann and her merchandise), windows, and a few purple and orange vases here and there with fake flowers to boost the beauty. Roses, tulips, violets, sunflowers, etc.

Ace headed upstairs, and I trailed after him. Up, up, and up. Illumination from the sun came through the slots of the windows that weren't being blocked by the shades, so it wasn't too dark inside.

Next, he grabbed a ladder, and pulled it across the hallway. I remained confused about what he was going to do, but I decided not to question him out of respect. I trusted him, and hoped that he wasn't about to pull off some idiotic move.

At last, we arrived at the door leading to the attic. It made sense to me now, that he was going to bring me there. But what for? If I asked, he probably wouldn't tell me, even if we were here, close to the desired destination.

It was awkwardly silent. He glanced back at me, and gave me a brief nod, as if signalling that everything was according to plan, before stabling the steel ladder diagonal to the wall, about forty-five degrees. It was almost like an upside-down "V". Well, not exactly, but it was the best comparison I could do.

Vigilantly, he started climbing up to open the gateway, to the loft that was never accessed all these years. It was old and had plenty of garbage that we never bothered throwing out, due to laziness.

Click. He pushed open the door, averting his gaze over to me for a moment to motion to come with him, before entering the storage room.

I did as he instructed, ascending to the attic.

"So, care to tell me now?" I impatiently asked.

"Sure." he responded with a grin.

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---[CHAPTER 2 - THE ATTIC : END]---