The World Flying Force Rebellion in the Shadows

Chapter 14- Arwago's Shared Intensity

The worst part about not knowing something for sure is the waiting. Waiting for information. My suspicions made me feel paranoid about everything. I was so sure that the story I read was about my family. My mother was in the World Flying Force, she had died twenty years ago, and now my father was missing. My dad had never really told me what happened to my mom.

One day, she was gone, without a trace. My father had taken me to my favorite place at the time, a wonderful little park near our home. The other children had seen me arrive and all I could think about was going down the biggest curly slide. He had carried me down to the park. It was strange to be carried, I was four at the time and he hardly ever held me anymore. Instead of taking me to the play structure right away, he set me down, very gently on the bench. Several times I tried to get up and leave, my friends were not very patient. It was ridiculous to have to sit there. The bench was for the old people; the grandparents, or the neighbors watching kids. My fidgeting stopped when I saw his face. The look that was pasted onto it was one of the direst I had ever seen. There was no familiarity in it, he had never looked like that before. The sun had just started to set, casting a glow around the park that made everything look almost heavenly. That was when his tears started to fall. They fell silently as he watched the other families start to leave. Shooing their children away from the obviously disturbed man. 

Our community was small, and everyone knew him, 'poor Dutom,' I often heard after that day. The darkness settled around me. I pulled my knees to my chin trying to keep warm, still he hadn't moved. Finally, my neighbor Suttah came over. She picked me up without a word or any protest from my dad and carried me home.

"Don't worry Ta'law, he will come home soon," she said.

"What about Lala?" I asked, using the nickname I called my mother by.

"She's not coming home sweetie," Suttah answered. Something about the way she said it made me weary. Even at four years old, I understood. There was no explanation, no words of comfort, there was just, no more mom. Suttah took care of me for the next several weeks while my father disappeared randomly and slept through the days. I never went back to that park, and neither did he. Even flying over it was painful.

My mom was an amazing person. Her face was stuck in a constant smile. It wasn't strange to me until after she died. Not many people were naturally that happy, but she made it seem normal. I had grown up living in a loving happy household. My parents never fought with each other. Probably, I was just romanticizing things because she died. She wasn't perfect, but I would forever think of her that way. Remembering her like that was a huge part of being able to move on. I should have asked my dad years ago why she was gone. At least knowing what happened would explain his hatred against the flying force.

Talking to him felt like the only way to get answers! But If anyone else could explain things; it would be Arwago. The clock on the bedside table red 22:45. I had been pacing my room for an entire hour. Forgetting all the rules that they had told me; I flew out of my door. The only reason I turned around was the noise of someone chewing. Arwago was leaning against the curved wall waiting for me. He had some sort of snack in his hand and was munching away.

Talking to him felt like the only was way to get answers! But If anyone else could explain things; it would be Arwago. The clock on the bedside table read 22:45. I had been pacing my room for an entire hour. Forgetting all the rules that they had told me; I flew out of my door. The only reason I turned around was the noise of someone chewing. Arwago was leaning against the curved wall waiting for me. He had some sort of snack in his hand and was munching away.

"Headed out?" he asked. He had probably been waiting for some time judging by the way he was standing.

"Yes actually, I was going to find you,"