Loyalty

Chapter 1

It was an Saturday afternoon, the sun has set above the trees with the skies shades turning baby pink and soft white from up close you could hear the birds chirping intending another day is going by. Krist sat comfortably on his stool the stand in front of him holding his latest masterpiece he smiles gently as he dipped his brush into another colour pallet and into the area, Krist loved painting with a passion it was one of his ways to reveal off his problems and show his thoughts, feelings and emotions.

He couldn't say them out loud cause he will for sure be getting smacks by his Guardian, so he kept quiet and whenever he felt the need to express out his sentimentality...paper, paints and paint brush was the key. Krist wished for the life other children had parents, friends somebody they could hold on to somebody they could speak out with no fears or hesitations where he pours his heart out and knows their is somebody who he can trust, understand him basically relate to him and care for him But...Krist wouldn't get that chance anymore he wouldn't get that loving, tenderness no more nothing will return like that to him cause it was all ripped away from him that day which keeps coming back in Krist's memory clearly.

June 28th, the era his parents said farewell forever, his father was a fire men and being the Chief in Commander he was called in work everyday for meetings and whenever there was a fire struck out of town But this time it was no little one A monstrous fire struck in a Sweet and Pies bakery the fire men all rushed inside to save anybody they could find alive and leave in a jiffy, gathering all the people they made it out safety some injured badly some minor injured but all alive the fire was still high and hot turning the water pose on to be doused on the fire they all waited for it to be down Until they call heard a scream followed by a cry on the second floor of the shop, somebody was shouting for help without thinking twice Krist's father dashed inside not caring about his protection and ignored the pleas to come back it's dangerous by his team mates he made inside.

Super quick he climbed the stairs to the second floor where a eight year old boy was curled in a corner crying, he was around Krist's age when he got a closer look at the boy he was lost in his beauty, he had blond hair with a few brown streaks a green flannel shirt, a grey baggy pants and black plimsoil. Reaching his arms out for the boy to come, the boy got up and cake into Krist's father's grip Knowing he wouldn't harm him Krist's father searched for An exit, he cheered happily as he found one and went to it which was a window shouting at his men's to catch the boy. It was a very risky move But it was the only way out for moment like this all men's said no cause it could lead the boy's death yes it was a life or death moment but it was also about the boy getting out safely and home.

Krist's father knew it was a dangerous move but he believed the boy would get out safety so he balanced himself near the window and threw the boy out who screamed and shut his eyes like he is going to hit the ground But was landed in one of the men's arms, Krist's father grinned at his plan and the boy being safe and sound that had didn't notice the fire had reached the whole shop and broke the wooden logs collapsing the whole bakery down.

Hours went by the fire was gone only leaving faded smoke behind, when it was cleared to approach the fallen building the men's all searched in different parts of the area for A sign, a clue to see if their Chief Commander is still alive moving the burned logs they found only burned logs, dust and one single Blue golden ring buried underneath the wreckage that shattered everybody's hearts knowing this Melancholy news left an gloomy day it was declared when Ashes where gushed into the sea...Kon Perawat was dead.

Malee was soon forced to become a slave knowing nobody would want to remarry a widow wife and call her only son their's so she gave up everything they owned and lived with Mrs. Gertrude and her two daughters Nam and my-dear, now they weren't that bad compared to their mother but they still had their tricks of getting ways around for them, Malee did every house work while Mrs.Gertrude sat lazily her hugenormous ass on the sofa stuffing her mouth with chocolates and gossiping about the Prince of Enchantasia. Eight year old Krist would see the struggle his mother would go through so secretly and quietly he would sneak into the kitchen and help his mother with her work when Mrs. Gertrude wouldn't be looking or sleeping with the Television on.