Chapter 8
The morning was bright and early. This time, the breakfast was brought to us. A plate of eggs and a glass of grape juice. Olden and I sat down out in the breezy balcony for a talk.
"Your father Ramsey, um, thirty-four years ago, he married a beautiful blonde woman. And they had a kid- Are you sure you want to know?" Olden interrupted his story.
"Yeah." I say anxiously. Olden deeply exhales and looks at me.
"That woman's name was Ashleen. They had a son years after the wedding and succeeding the war the son was sent to an orphanage while their parents returned from an expedition overseas. The mother never returned though, only the father." Olden pauses.
I've heard a slightly similar story from my mother when I asked her why me and Derlie have no congruent resemblance to eachother. Although my mother never told me THIS....
"The father of the young boy remarried with a woman who had a daughter already. And they had a boy later on, but the day that boy was born, there was a battle that killed the father. The other boy, who was eight years older than the newborn, was abducted. And no one knew where he was taken." Olden pondered.
"Please just- say it." I tell him.
"The abducted boy was me. And, the newborn's name.... was Bovise." Olden blurted.
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Republic of Tactics
Science FictionBovise Asherman. That's me. The last name I inherited from my tyrant grandfather who's actions got many killed. Which is another reason lots of people feel abomination towards me. Dertus is a "city" ushered by oblivion. Where no resident is allowed...
