The Key Of Destiny

Chapter 3: Her

Chapter 3: Her

    His pearly tears ran down the smooth surface of his cheekbone. He could feel multiple feelings, coupled with questions brimming to the surface. A red heat flashed against his soft cheeks, not being able to contemplate, not being able to understand. This frustrated him to no end. It wasn’t a pleasant sight and he thought he could cope. His father’s grave. Just looking at it brought back memories, but none of them meant anything now.

     This was all he could amount to, all anyone could amount to. You go through this whole life cycle just to end up in the ground, with only the memories of the ones that held you dear to keep you alive. That wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Sain had many unanswered questions too, such as why did his father go the gates? What could he possibly achieve there? He felt moisture in the centre of his palm as he clenched his long, slender fingers into a raging fist.

     With his right hand, Sain reached his fingers out and felt the cold, gravel of the stone at his fingertips, as he washed them over his father’s name, pushing harder at the indentations on the gravestone. He felt his own teeth clench involuntarily and he could no longer feel his own heartbeat. He used the grave to pull himself to his feet, still feeling as heavy as ever. “Bye Dad,” escaped his lips, slow and soft, heart-warming.

     He used the ball of his palm to wipe the tear tracks on his cheeks, as he strolled back. Slowly, the world’s noises came back into his ears, flooding him with the life and noise that surrounded him. Sain’s home was different now, no longer a safe haven to come back to but a constant reminder of who he lost. His eyes gazed around him, taking one last look at the cruel, unloving sky as he strolled back into his home.

    He creaked the door open as he saw his mother standing there, shoulder leaning against a wall staring intently towards the entrance of the house. She looked like she was standing there for quite a while and her facial expression didn’t seem to change when Sain walked through.

     Her stare was long and sad, like she was waiting for something. “Mother?” Sain managed to call out, his voice still a bit raspy. It seemed to have done the trick, because she shook her head and she looked around the room she was in, disorientated. As soon as she regained a sense of being, her eyes glimmered as they looked into Sain’s eyes, as a warm smile graced her features.

“Sain. You have your father’s eyes, you know that?” she said as she walked up to him, her hand placed on his cheek as her thumb began to softly swipe his face, wiping the previously shed tears away. Sain’s own hand to clasp his mother’s, as he inhaled sharply.

“How are you, Mother? Give me an honest answer.” Every word of Sain’s gently rolled off his tongue in a soft tone. His mother seemed to have read his mind, as she gave him an answer he wanted to hear.

“Better than I was. But we have already mourned your father. Let us use this time, which is fleeting, well. Son, come upstairs, Ken has a lot to tell you. It’s been a long time,” she half whispered. His mother looked terribly weak and he stared for a while into her expressionless eyes. All he could see were oceans of sadness so he didn’t object. He slowly stepped passed her and climbed the ladder, his mother staying at the floor below.

     As soon as Sain got to the top, he turned to see his brother, standing in the dead centre of the room, just standing there with his bronze staff in his hand. He watched as his brother began to play around with it, spinning through his short fingertips. Ken was an intelligent young boy who had a special sort of gift.

     He twirled the staff around his fingers, shooting little purple energy blasts out of the end. Sain felt a smile creep the corner of his mouth. His brother, was part of a race known as the Magi. Magi were people with a supernatural power, different kinds spreading far and wide across the globe. But there were so many that it wasn’t that rare to see one, so no-one really made a big deal over it. There were four different types of Magi in the world.