Those Worth Fighting For

TrUtH oN tHe PaSt(3)

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"Guess it's just you and me room," I say as I look across my typical blue colored room, clothes and papers sprawled around.

Bored and tired, I walk to my window and stare down my drive way with thoughts swarming through my head.

This is for something bigger, I know it.

I can't find any other possible explanation. My brain goes back to the time when I talked to my grandfather James when my father passed.

(This Italics is a flash back in Arsen's mind)

I held onto my mother's hand as she tries her hardest not to bawl as we make our way to my father's casket. Instead of me gripping harder, I feel my hand loose blood circulation but continue to pat my mother's bony hand. It was only thing that I could possibly do besides scream on the top of my lungs.

Once we were done, I departed from her to get a drink a water, but in reality I just wanted to get away from the smell of dispair and death.

On my way to the restroom, I spot my grandfather on a near by bench outside the church taking a smoke. Curious flooded through me and before I knew it, I was outside in the man's line of vision.

"Ah, lookie here, if it isn't my favorite grandson!" He smiles kindly at me and signals me to comeforward. As I do, he then picks me up and places me on his knee.

"I'm your only grandson, grandpa." I point out and I hear his chest vibrate with a chuckle release from his chapped lips.

"Hahah yes you are, sad to think your father only had you, but what a fine man you've become! Just look at you!" His voice oosing with pride but when I look up to his eyes, I can tell he is in pain.

Who wouldn't be if your wife and only son died in just a matter of two years..

He continues to look at me for a few minutes but then, with the smack of his lips, he bring me to him face to face. His posture straight and strong, ready for what he is about to say.

"I want to tell you something boy, it is very important that you listen very closely," he says sternly, leaving me nervous and full with curiousity.

"Do you know the story of Lady Victoria?" I lean my head to the side in confusion.

"You mean the one in England?" I ask and again he gives me a chuckle and shakes his head.

"No no, I mean Lady Victoria of the Heavenly Angels." My mouth drops open.

"You mean the lady who worked with dad!" He gives a wrinkled smile as I stared at him with stars practically shooting from my eyes.

"Well not exactly worked with her but was with her." He said and gave a deep breath as if his explanation gives off huge energy.

"Lady Victoria was next in line for the crown, but in defiance she became a warrior. Since she still had royal blood within her veins she was downgraded to a Lady instead of a Queen." He explain but many questions whirled around my brain that it began to hurt.

"I don't understand why-"

"She wanted to become a warrior because she had a feeling that instead of being a classy woman and try on dresses, she battled against monster who terrorized the citizen of this earth. She was a beautiful warrior that cared for all."

At that moment, I honestly didn't know where my grandfather was going with this. He saw this on my face a continued on with the story.

"I'm telling you this because she was very fond of your father and they had an unknown affair that caused her to have a son." He stared at me waiting for an answer but I was merely a child back then and was honestly confused.

"So when King Xavier found out, he was furious and sent all his men to search for your father. Your mother, at that time was still married to your father and took the courage to keep the newborn son into hiding."

"Wait, I don't understand if my mom and dad were with this baby then where is .." my eyes widen and at that moment everything clicked in my innocent brain that would practically change everything I knew about my father and my family.

"You are the son of Lady Victoria Arsen,"

"Arsen?" I turn quickly from where I stood gazing across the lawn through my window. I look and see my mom leaning against the door frame holding herself tightly.

"Um, the E.S.P officers are here to escourt you." She mutters and looks to the ground sadly. I perse my lips and look back st the window and see the newly appreared black cadilac limo place on the drive way.

"Ok tell them I'll be out." I said and I hear my moms weight shift as she walks out leaving creaks on the wooden floor.

It takes me a minute to recollect mu thoughts and have my final decision with a deep lung filling breath. I grab my duffle bag that was laying across my unmade bed and quickly gather all my clothing and other items.

I make my way out of my quiet lonely room but not without looking at the watercolored painting Aby made me in 1st grade.

"This is for you since we're now best friends!" Her smiling face with her pink cheeks brightened her face more.

"Yeah, we're always going to be best friends."

I snap out of my thoughts once again and grab the paper,that hung from my wall, into a neat fold. I placed it in my pocket and finally walked out into the living room where I'm greeted with the three angels I met when I was little.

Some little features have change in their apprearance due to age but they were still recgonizable. The woman looked at me first, her half buzzed hair was now shot cut but still blonde.

"Arsen, are you ready to go?" The million dollar question that took almost 5 years to figure out and now there needs to be an answer.

I shrug at her question and as a response she raises her eyebrow.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, let's go!" I smile and the three look at each other for a brief moment and nod. All four of us walk through the door as the sun begins to set, hitting my face lightly making me flinch.

"Come on Arsen Lavatte, your training begins tomorrow." The main man said as we all sat in the limo and we speed of to the unknown adventure that would take me to an interesting getaway.

And maybe, just maybe, get my answer on my grandfather's wirds that continue to haunt me.

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