DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

PROLOGUE

THUNDERSTORMS CAN BE HEARD THAT NIGHT, it was rambling, cranking noise that can be heard in the cottage. His mother carefully held a candle watching the thunder like a hawk. Boro, is only fifteen years old trying to calm down his crying sister, who couldn't stop crying in the corner because of the thunder. "Mother, please," he begged once more, finally causing her to snap out of her thoughts. Gwen covered her ears, weeping silently in the corner.

"Gwen, come here. Come to mama," his mother spoke up clearly. He saw how Gwen immediately ran to their mother embrace, hugging her. He watched as his mother kissed his sister's forehead, hugging her. "Mama, the thunder is too loud." He heard Gwen speak causing his mother to hush her. "Hush, child. Nothing will happen to you since you're in my embrace."

"Boro, go. Check on your dad." Immediately he ran forward to see his dad trying to find something, throwing all the dirty clothes into the floor. "Father?" He asked. Immediately his father went up to him. "Son. Have you seen a parchment paper that was addressed to me?"

"No. I haven't," Boro responded thoroughly confused. His father began throwing cases of books on the floor and ruining shelves. "What's wrong?" He asked once more. This time his father turned to face him.

"My beautiful boy. Promise me you'll take care of her?" His father blurted out. Boro widened his eyes, confused. Who was he talking about? Why was his father asking him these questions?

"Father, who?" Immediately his father ran towards him bending down, he studied his father noticing his baggy eyes and poorly loose clothes. "Take care of your sister. Take care of her." His father got up and continued searching, messing up the room. Boro immediately ran outside to find his mother. "Mother?" He asked. He found himself staring at his mother who looked much pale and weak. His mother used to be known as the most beautiful woman in the village; now she as turn to a dirty old lady. His sister stood by their mother refusing to leave. The thunders were getting heavier and a lot louder.

It's been hours, Boro began to start on food when he noticed his little sister coming towards him. He noticed blood covering her dress, her hair felt like it was made of red blood. "No," he immediately yelled. He took his sister's hand pulling her along to see his mother dead on the floor, a sword on her chest. He became wary, when his father came down, holding some shield.

"Run. On my count. Go far away from here." He ordered. Boro stared in disbelief, he couldn't leave his father like that especially after seeing their mother like that he still held onto little Gwen's hand.

"Go my boy. There is a whole new adventure waiting for you. Go, my boy. Take care of her, please." His father began to yell, "GO! Go, Boro!" His father bent down to little Gwen held onto her hand.

"Remember that I always loved you. I don't care what other people say, I raised you,'' He kissed his daughter's hand. "Go! They're coming."

Boro raised his eyebrows horrified. "Who? Father?" He slowly backed away. His father turned once more to him. "Promise me, Boro. You'll never let them take her away-" His father leaned in his ear whispering the secrets he had kept from him than informing of Gwen true identity.Tears began to stream down his face as he heard screams echo through the night as his sister and him tried to run far away from their home.

AUTHOR NOTE:
This is just background info. Keep in mind this is short but something worth reading for later on that will clear some plot points.