The Tragedy Of The Three Siblings

Chapter 8

(As you can see, Adiro looks more like the guy in that picture)

Adiro was sitting in his office, all alone, as his eyes were gazing far through the window. 

Tic, tac, tic, tac

The annoying sound of the clock was ticking. This wasn't the life he had pictured when he was younger. Today was just a bad day.. Have you ever had those days that just sucked?

Those days that were just terrible and you have no idea why. Why they are bad, why it's happening to you and why does it keep getting worse?  He constantly asked himself why. 

Was this the destiny he was given to? Why do we have bad days? Are bad days a type of requirement to living? Do we have to experience bad days?  

Everyday he was asking himself the same questions but never found the answer. 

"And why the hell do I experience them day after damn day?" He irritatedly said, tightening his fists even tighter than they were. 

Holding onto something so tightly, as if letting go meant the memories he has left of her. 

Slowly loosening his grip, he was holding a blue glowing amulete. It belonged to his mother.

He eonce again tightened his grip, as his eyes were slowly closing in loneliness. 

He has learned, memories are a blessing and curse. It either gives you happiness or pain. As usual Adiro was sitting around in his office in the thought of his past. Reminiscing about his life and all the heavy weighing of responsibility on his shoulders.

Memories can be good. Remember what and who you love. Remember your friends. Remember your family. Memories can also be terrible. Remember the pain you've been through. Remember the deaths. Remember what was lost in time.  

"Memories.. huh" He said to himself in a troubled voice tone. Some things you want to hold on to, and never forget. Some things you wish to forget the worst you've seen nore faced, but never do. And some things you constantly forget about because they are not meant to be remembered.. 

His pure heart which was full of kindness, love, and forgiveness. Got suddenly taken over by hatred, bitterness, and anger.. Towards his own people.

Put yourself in his place, if your people burned down your mother alive, would you forgive them and treat them kindly with respect and love? Would you? Would you willingly fight for your own people who made your mother cry and leak her own blood? Would you? When the only thing you had left to call a family got taken away from you, would you forgive them for throwing her to the flames? Would you? 

If yes, you're out of your mind.
If no, then..

He let out a heavy sigh through his gas mask in frustration, wanting to avenge his mothers death but.. 

"Don't worry, I'm doing this all for you, mom"

~ FLASHBACK ~ 

"Mom! Mom!!" a little blue haired child with the most beautifulest face, and breath taking adorable blue close to grey eyes. 

Sadly he looked everywhere for his mother inside of their small rusted house, but unfortunately she was nowhere to be found. 

Rushing into the kitchen, the food was boiling on the stove. He lookd out of the window and the sun was aout to go down..

"Mom.." He worriedly murmured to himself in a low voice tone. He rushed back to the front door, and quickly put on his shoes and ran outside, looking for his mom.