Xavion Silverfate

Chapter 12 | Tail

The sky was far from dry, thunder bolted as lightning slashed through the tree beside me. Christiaso was long dead, pale as his blood drained from his body. Their house was just a few meters away, taking their almost destroyed carriage to carry their bodies back to their cottage.

The journey back home was loud and full of emotions. My eyes darted to the soft soil as I pulled the carriage, my troubled mind flying toward the Kingdom. I'm sure they have felt another bond breaking.

I wonder if news will reach them, that the Former King and Queen of 80 years are dead. Culprit? A bloodhound with a Lycan mark.

Reaching the cottage, it was dark and lonely. As I reached their doorstep, my sandals got stuck on their doormat that says 'kalos irθate or well you came'. A bitter-sweet smile warped on my pained face, "I did come, too late"

My hands reached for their wooden fence as I began to wobble, I felt like I had lost my strength now. My only, tiniest hope of living, is gone. Putting my sandals away, afraid of dirtying the floor, I dried my hair first before coming in. Their towel is always hung on their rocking chair, mostly because Bubble Grandpa needed it as he weed his garden.

The door made a soft creak, lighting their candles, it was suddenly warm for a moment. I saw Bubble Grandma smiling at me, with Tyropita, a cheese pie that they always brought for me whenever they visited. Bubble Grandpa putting the flowers he picked, on their favorite vase. Setting it in the middle of the dining table.

Closing my eyes, "Xavion, if you got here early, then that's the sight you'll be welcomed with."

But it's dark now, the warmth is slowly turning cold, just as heat escaped their bodies. Looking for their spare bed and covering it with a blanket, I took Bubble Grandma's body out of the carriage and bathed her.

Tear sprung into my eyes, as I moved her flabby arms and legs, cleaning her wound and blood off of her. "I am so sorry, Bubble Grandma. You didn't deserve this." I whispered, kissing her cold hand, putting it on my cheeks, praying that this wasn't real.

"Can't you talk to Lycaon? Bring you back from the dead?" Of course, her closed eyes never once moved.

I never knew how I finished, cleaning her blood, but once done, I put her on the spare bed and stitched her neck and stomach. Her flesh was peeking out, it was hard not to look. It was almost sunrise when I finished cleaning up my grandparents and changing their clothes into formal wear. Trying to give them a formal burial.

The rain slows into a drizzle, casting a gray light over the scene. It was time for me to dig their graves. I sighed trying to not let the tears fall but it was my turn to rain. The shovel never felt too heavy as I scooped up the soil.

Who knew the first thing I would do to Grandpa's garden, was to plant the owners?

"F3CK!" Tossing the shovel out of the hole, jumped out of it and threw the carriage off the area. Following it, I kicked, fully breaking its door.

"F3CK YOU!" And I punched the full wall, making a hole in it. "F3CK ME! F3CK ME!" Kicking the tire, sending it flying on a tree.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT CHRISTIASO? F3CK YOU! F3CK YOU!" The carriage was back to spare parts, the wood scattered, nails and screws are nowhere to find, and the tree truck was scathed as I threw the flag and broke the pole.

"AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screaming so loud to let out the pain, but no amount of tantrums, shouting, and cursing made me feel better.

I fell again to my knees, not feeling the nail puncture my leg. I am so hurt deeply that everything is just a pinch.