The Advent Of The End

Chapter 7: Answers and Visits

"So, what's this discreet message Lady Aka gave to you?" Someone asked, a familiar voice.

"Let's wait until we get to the house" A person said, both of them walking, with the guy carrying a small boy on his back.

"Why does this seem familiar?" Evan said, as he walked along with them, trying to get their attention in anyway possible, but failed miserably.

"BIG SIS, MARCO, HEY, TALK TO ME!" He waved his hand in front of them, trying to push or stop them, but his body and hands only pass through, as they went their way towards home.

"We're here" Clarisse said, as she unlocked the door to the house and ushered Marco to come inside, Evan followed.

"Still the same house as always"

"You can put the boy down in his room"

"Sure, Milady" Marco replied, grinning at the teasing he did. Clarisse then blushed, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.

"So this is what they did while I was unconcious" Evan said, sitting in the chair at the dining area, watching them and not uttering a word, as he felt it was incredibly useless if they can't hear nor see him.

"Can you please stop that?" She shyly said, as she went to the kitchen to prepare some food for her guest.

"No can do Milady. As it is proper etiquette to respect the one I love" Marco answered. He just finished putting the boy to bed and placed a blanket on him, then gone outside of the room to talk.

"I see" She replied, carrying a tray with foods and drinks to accompany the long night ahead of them. She sat on the chair and placed the tray on the wooden table.

"Now, what is it you wanted to discuss?"

"Let's get started shall we?" Marco said, also sitting at the chair to the opposite side of Clarisse and grabbed the wooden cup filled with hot tea and sipped, then placed it gently back down, his eyes dead serious in the moment.

"The boy must now know the first part of his prophecy, and the training he must do for him to have any chance at defeating the emperor once again".

"But" She paused "He is still only seven years old!" She shouted, "Can't it not wait for until he is old enough to carry the burden?"

"No, it must be said, before your death comes to a close" Marco looked down at the wooden cup's contents, his heart now filled with pain as he has no ability nor way, to stop her foreseen death.

"CAN I ATLEAST KNOW WHEN WILL I DIE!?" She shouted, surprised and scared about her coming death, but still chose to talk about the task at hand. "AS SO I'LL KNOW WHEN WILL I TELL HIM WHEN IT'S TIME?"

He never spoke, as he has already known when her death is, but cannot spoke of it because of the oath he swore to his master.

She cried and cried until her eyes bawled out and cannot cry anymore, tossing anything that she can throw, releasing the pent up anger of knowing that her inevitable death will come, and that she will not see her little boy grow.

After she has calmed down, she spoke in a shaken, moderate town. "Continue"

"A brave death, that is all I can say" He wiped her tears using his own two hands, the black gloves still worn. "But I can only say what I'm allowed too, and thus, I will now speak of the message she has sent me"

"For when the time is ripe
Pain will fill the boy's heart
As he swore till his death
That the dead will be avenged"

"That is only I could say for now, as of the training" He paused, looking at her eyes, now dried with tears and glaring at him for quite a while now. "The training will begin when he is twelve years old". Her body, tensed and scared before, now relaxed and calm after a long night.