Carthispire

7

Fern was walking in a very quiet silence. His sword bouncing furiously off his leg. Izzy kept me back from him and I could see why. He was ticking time bomb. All he could really do was run through all these things in his head. Would his own father really kill him? Why wouldn't he be happy that his son is doing something that could possibly save the whole world? The only thing I could come up with is he doesn't and never could have seen any other way to live. Honor isn't an important thing in retrospect. People don't die because of honor or because people aren't strong enough to defend them. People die because that's the way of life. Things just happen and you can't go back. People like Fern's dad think honor is important. If honor isn't held up, then bad things could happen to people. Though, no one truly is honorable. There isn't one way to live and Fern just doesn't want to live by a code. A code put in place by people who see themselves like they are sent by higher beings to make a world in their vision. Their vision being a world that is so separated and controlled by genes it's ridiculous.

Zeckiel said, "Fern wait up."

Fern spun around and pointed at him, "You better stop, brat!"

"What did I do?"

"I told you that it was a bad idea. My family doesn't care about me. Why would you say yes?" He asked, "After all I told you! After everything you thought it was a good idea-"

Zeckiel cut him off, "You needed to talk it out with your family. The war with the dark is coming! Better to try to see your family because we all might not make it by the end of that war! I know what my father can do. Plus I need you to have a clear head and keeping everything about your family hidden will hurt you in the end."

"You really are one to talk." He said. Fern laughed, "You blame yourself for Beth and you just want to get back at daddy! I might have issues but those were faint scars that you just reopened. Thanks."

"Don't bring my Beth into this." Zeckiel growled, "I was only trying to help."

"You made it worse! You joke around all the time. You ignore what you feel. All those times you stumbled in anger with that dull practice sword was from feelings you refuse to feel."

"Because those feelings might get us killed!"

Fern started to let an accent through, "Anger is what is going to you killed! You had no right to try and do anythin' to try and help what I left behind! Want my clear head you spoiled brat! Well you ain't gettin' it now!"

Zeckiel took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Fern. I didn't think-"

"Yeah, that's right, you don't think." Fern folded his arms.

"You're...you're right. I was wrong." Zeckiel sincerely said, "Let's just get back to the hotel."

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When we got to the lobby of the hotel I grabbed Fern's arm and asked, "Can we talk?"

Zeckiel grinned and said, "Have fun. We'll be up in the rooms."

I gave him a look and said, "Don't get Izzy's lipstick all over."

"Now you're catching on princess."

I shook my head and lead Fern into the corner of the lounge. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. He asked, "What's up."

I took a deep breath and said, "It not right to take out things on Zeckiel. He would have dropped it if you said no. He might be a brat sometimes, I'll give you that. He knows boundaries. Stop acting like the world hates you. No one hates you."

"It's not that." He raised an eyebrow, "Zeckiel knows why my father is ashamed of me. There are more reasons. He knew I didn't want to go back there. My mother always understood. She is a little racists, but she would never be all out rude. She was way more open minded than most of the family around her. Zeckiel knew how I felt and he still manipulated the situation out of curiosity."