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The World of Four
Chapter 1: Once a Strike, Twice a Retaliation
(Part 1 of 3)
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Simon arched his right arm back, and steadied his left arm in front of him: it was an archer’s pose. He stood with a simple shirt, a pair of pants, and shoes: an outfit that may as well have been casual clothing. With a quick motion to align his hands, Simon glared across the open field in concentration.
“Ready…” The voice of a female shouted out from the side of the field.
Simon continued to focus his eyes down the open field, zooming in on the person a good distance away, around 50 meters.
“Set...” The voice called out again.
With that word, took a deep breath in, and closed his eyes. He relieved the tension from his body while still staying in his archer pose.
“Go!” The voice let out one last shout.
Upon opening his eyes right after the shout, a bow quickly formed just as Simon’s posed suggested. The bow, while seemingly made of air, also looked to have a definite shape. It whirred and distorted the air around it, creating what seemed to be a vortex of air around Simon. It was like looking at a small tornado taking the shape of a bow. Simon wasn’t fazed, and held onto the outstretched bow sustaining no form of damage.
Almost immediately after the bow formed, an arrow of the same airy, tornado-like composition formed in-between the Simon’s fingers, right at the “string” of the bow, ready-to-fire.
And all within a matter of seconds after the shout, Simon lifted his fingers ever so slightly, and the arrow was sent cutting down the field at an incredible speed. Even though it was a meter above the ground, the arrow’s constantly spinning vortex of air could be seen shredding the grass along its path.
On the other side, Peter could be seen standing calmly, even after the shout and even upon seeing the tremendous force of air being sent down at him. With his feet planted firmly into the ground, he waited for the arrow to approach. He was clad in metallic armor that covered the majority of his body; and with a gleaming white sword, with a black hilt to go with it, on his right hand, and a solid, large white shield, with an engraving on the front of it, on his left hand, he stood with both weapons at his side. His posture may have been one of a relaxed person, but the intensity and concentration in his eyes as he stared down the arrow spoke differently.
Simon, still in his pose didn’t rest after the first arrow. Simon reached out to pull back the string of his bow and yet another arrow formed. And, he let loose, one after another, after another, in quick succession, all within the same breath. In a matter of seconds, there were already 4-5 arrows darting across the field.
The first of the arrows was about to make its way to Peter. With his weapons still at his side, Peter took two steps to his right. The arrow zoomed right passed Peter, passing by the exact spot he was standing before. The vortex of air didn’t seem to have caught Peter. Once that arrow had passed, Peter broke into run, heading directly towards Simon.
While still moving forward, Peter dodged every arrow sent blazing at him. He avoided moving towards the side, and kept a linear run down the center, only moving left and right to be barely dodging the arrows. Not once did he draw his sword or shield.
With Peter beginning to close the distance without even sustaining a scratch, Simon stopped his barrage of arrows, and he pulled the string of his bow back, holding it for several seconds. This time, unlike the grey hue of the other arrows, the arrow that formed was darker, almost black in color. The air surrounding Simon became more intense. Simon released the arrow and it made a thundering sound, much like lightning, as it flew at a speed far greater than the previous arrows.
Peter’s eyes widened just slightly as he dodged the last of Simon’s barrage, only to realize that there was something coming at him with twice the speed. There was no way to dodge this one; it was cutting the lush grass around it from meters away. With narrow window of time to think, Peter pulled up his shield and placed it in front of him. He halted his running and placed one knee on the ground to create a firm position. An instant later, the arrow made impact with Peter’s shield directly. First, it sent Peter back several meters with Peter dragging the dirt beneath him, still in his firm 1-knee position; and then, the arrow split into several smaller arrows that curved and aimed to strike down the target of impact at all angles a second time.
The swarm of arrows, born from the impact, all curved and aimed at Peter. There was no escape. The arrows made impact; there was a sound similar to that of an explosion, and the area was cover in dust.
Simon didn’t relax. His vision may have been blurred due to the dust, but Simon drew his bow and angled it towards the sky. He sent yet another barrage of arrows in quick succession, all of which curved its way down to the general area of impact from before.
However, Peter emerged from the cloud of dust, with a burst of speed twice as fast as his initial run. The arrows that Simon sent were void as Peter was already far from the site, and closing the gap between the two. With his armor glowing a bright green, and only a sword at his side, Peter was running in headfirst.
Once Simon noticed Peter breaking through, he angled his bow back to towards the charging Peter. It was only a matter of time before Peter got into close-quarters, so Simon took aim for one last shot at Peter and let loose.
Peter already had his sword in a striking position, with both hands on the hilt and his sword pointing at Simon as if trying to charge in with a stab. The arrow came fast, as the two were only separated by a couple of meters, but Peter was faster. From his charging, stabbing position, Peter swung his sword upwards, and came in direct contact with the torrent of condensed air. His blade glimmered a shade of green as it cut the arrow, making it dissipate. And with Simon is reach, Peter followed up with a horizontal cut.
Simon broke from his pose, and backed away just in time to dodge Peter’s blade. Simon, then, clasped his hands together at his side and a sword, made of the same composition as the bow, formed.
“Bring it, Peter!” Simon provoked.
The two of them engaged in close-quarters combat. Peter took a defensive stance, blocking and parrying all of Simon's swings. Simon, on the other hand, aggressively attacked Peter. Simon lunged with his sword, cut horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and stabbed, all of which were deflected by Peter’s careful blocks, each of which triggered Peter’s sword to glow a ting of green upon impact. Peter blocked in a way that Simon could not directly follow up with another attack, a form of parrying where a block is followed up with an offensive strike aimed to prevent the enemy from attacking. With each parry though, Simon was able to maneuver and dodge every hit, causing Peter to always barely miss.
Then, after a block, Simon quickly disengaged and stepped back after pushing Peter away, with a powerful strike. Simon arched back his arms and lifted them towards his shoulder, with the sword in hand still pointing at Peter; the sword began to suck in air. A raging whirlwind formed around Simon, and gathered into the sword, which began to turn into a darker shade of grey, much like from the arrow before.
Peter, already onto Simon’s plan, dashed towards him. He was only a few steps away, but that was already too far. Peter suddenly halted, and in one swift movement thrust his sword into the ground and placed his hands on the tip of the hilt. Peter closed his eyes.
The violent whirlwind that surrounded Simon dissipated, and Simon was left with a sword that was the same color as the arrow from before. With the darkened sword in hand, he slowly took couple steps towards the stationary Peter to be directly in front of him, and he held his sword in the air.
Simon looked down at Peter who stood with his eyes closed, and his hand at the hilt of his sword. Peter looked tranquil. But, Simon did not hesitate, and his blade struck down on Peter with a thundering sound.
“It’s done.”
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Part 2 of 3
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Tuan stared out at the wintry expanse in front of him.
The entire area was covered in a thick layer of snow as far as the eye could see. With only a mountain range in the distance, the land where Tuan stood was barren. It may as well have been a plain, except covered in snow. The sky was being blotted out by masses of clouds, creating dismal scenery. There was not a river, nor a town in sight.
Tuan let out a deep breath and watched as the air from his mouth clashed with the cold air creating a transient puff of steam. Tuan turned and took a look behind him and saw the lonely trail of punctured snow that he created as he’d been walking.
“I… think this is the right way…” Tuan muttered to himself, hiding under his heavy jacket.
After the brief pause, Tuan continued on his way, treading through the snow, heading to what seemed to be nowhere.
As Tuan continued his steady pace across the snowy wasteland, he thought to himself, I wonder if anyone has some hot chocolate. I’d love some of that right now.
One step after another, each piercing the snow they same way as the last, Tuan kept walking.
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Part 3 of 3
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“Stop right there! S-Someone! Get her! Hey you-guar- Gah!” A woman could be heard bellowing from her fruit stand.
“I swear! Government doesn’t do sh- anything!” The lady continued on her rampage.
All the while, Cait could be seen cutting through the immense crowd of people. She had a small bag of assorted fruit in her right hand, and used her left hand to push people aside, creating a path for herself.
The entire area was laid out with bricks, and was full of modest buildings that stood next to one another. It was a populated town, but it had an air of antiquity. Even in the poorest, most “slum-like” part of the city, it had a sense of refinement. The town, Garudia, itself was very culture based, and thrived on a strong local business. Also, since it was located along the coast, its ports were always busy.
Cait, having grown up Garudia, came to know all the ins and outs of the complicated layout of the town. She took a left, and then a right, and then made her way into a gap just large enough to get through between two houses. She sidled the edge of the wall of one of the buildings and emerged into and opening; it was another busy marketplace, bustling with people. Here, she slowed her pace, and blended into the mass of people. Every so often, she stopped by a stand or a shop to look at their goods. She knew how to blend in, and there was not a trace of anyone following her.
She stopped by a stand that sold jewelry. The 30 or 40-year-old uncharacteristically, muscular man handling the stand saw that Cait casually looking at his merchandise, and made eye-contact with her.
“Hey! Looking for something in par-ti-cu-lar? A necklace maybe?” He seemed to be straining on the word “particular,” but he sounded friendly nonetheless.
Cait, who was focused on the jewelry, was taken aback by the sudden question, “Nonono, I-I was just taking a-a look that’s all.” Cait, becoming increasingly flustered as she stood there at a loss for words, began turning to take her leave.
“Wait a sec, you just got here, why don’tcha take another look?” The man didn’t exactly sound desperate or anything, in fact he still sounded incredibly friendly, albeit, also seemingly persistent.
Cait shook her head at the man, but before she could turn the man was already pulling out a small black box from underneath his stand, catching Cait’s attention.
“How’s this for ya, young lady?” He opened up the small box revealing a single, white colored gem in the shape of a teardrop. It was attached to a thin, golden chain that was haphazardly set around the gem.
Cait was at a loss for words again, except this time, she was concentrating on the beauty and the work put into the finely cut gem. “It’s…Beautiful…” Cait whispered to herself, or so she thought.
“Ain’t it?! Wahaha! It’s my treasure!” The man boasted loudly, causing a few people passing by to take a quick glance before continuing walking.
“It really does look beautiful, you can see the work put into it,” Cait commented, before breaking into a reluctant tone, “But… I don’t have any money. Thanks for showing me though.”
Cait turned around, fully this time, but before she could take a step away, the man called out to her once again, “Hey, catch!”
Alarmed, and hoping that he was playing a trick, she twisted her body scanning the air for anything. Sure enough, the white gem, along with its thin, gold chain was sent flying at her. Luckily, she caught it as it landed right at the palm of her free hand.
“What the fuck-” She tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late. The man was bursting with an unnecessarily loud laughter. Only after a brief moment did the man stop laughing, ready to answer any of Cait’s questions.
“What’s wrong with you? Who goes around throwing jewelry like that? What is this? Some cheap shit,” Cait cringed for a second after letting out that slip before continuing, “that you plan on mocking me with? I don’t want it. Take it back. Now.”
“Woah there missy, I didn’t mean ta mock you, I just think it looks good on you,” the man put on a bright smile.
“…”
Cait stared at the man as if he’d gone crazy. With the necklace in her hand, she held her hand out to the man, “Take it,” she demanded.
The man reached out his hand to take it from her, but unexpectedly, he simply laid his hand atop hers and closed up her hand.
“Calluses on your hand,” he spoke in an unwavering voice.
At the mention of that, Cait instinctively pulled her hand back from the man’s grip, slightly embarrassed, and even more so now that she still had the necklace in her hand.
“And, a dress that’s been torn,” the man paused for a second looking into Cait’s eyes, “Sharp eyes, but a lil’ restless. Not to mention a foul mouth to boot eh?”
“What do you want?!” Cait demanded an answer.
“I saw you coming from the alleyway. Bag in-hand and everything,” the man leaned in a bit closer, motioning for Cait to come up so he could whisper to her, “You stole some food didn’t ya?”
Fuck, Cait thought. She was about to break into a run, but the man merrily chimed in.
“So you are gonna take my necklace eh?”
Cait let out a deep and agitated sigh, and in a defeated voice she asked, “OK... I give up, what do you want?”
“You didn’t let go of the bag when I threw the necklace,” the man said calmly.
Cait was a bit surprised at his comment thinking back, she really didn’t, she caught it with one hand.
“You know why?” the man inquired, though he didn’t really leave any time for her to answer.
“It’s †˜cause the food’s more important to you,” he smiled at Cait.
It was probably just a coincidence, but it was an interesting idea Cait thought.
“My wife passed away a couple years ago, and that’s her necklace your holding.”
“Well, take it back then!” Cait’s voice rose in both volume and anger.
“She had your temper as well! Wahahaha!” The man left out a laugh before continuing on.
“I met her when I bumped into her on the street. She carried a bag of full of bread, and she ended dropping all of it when she crashed into me.”
Cait was silent this time as he continued his story.
“She had a dress that looked like it’d been patched all up, and she had sharp eyes just like yours. And of course, a foul mouth,” he gave Cait a wink.
“I fell in love with her, and I chased after that girl every chance I got. It was tough, but I got her to take a liking to me. My parents were against it at first because she was homeless, but she won them over with her manners, and the way she naturally helped everyone around her. We got married, and lived happy, at least until she got sick.”
The man looked out at the sky before turning to meet Cait’s eyes.
“You know? The day I saw her, she had this necklace on her. She told me, when I asked her about it, she’d had as long as she could remember. Maybe her parents gave it to her before abandoning her. But, she told me one thing before she died about this gem. She said: give it to someone who needs it, someone that looks like what I used to.”
Cait stared at the man, still taking in the story.
“And there you have it, it’s yours missy!” The man said with an enthusiasm and confidence that didn’t exactly match the atmosphere.
Cait opened her hand to reveal the necklace that gleamed as the sunlight stuck it.
“Go ahead and put it on!” The man ushered.
Cait’s faced flush a shade of pink before awkwardly unchaining the necklace, wrapping the chain around her neck, and reattaching it.
After a short pause, she hesitantly asked, “…H-h-how’s it l-look?” She also did a side-to-side motion as if trying to show the man the gem at different angles.
The man nodded with a gentle smile that matched the reminiscing look in his eyes, “It looks great missy, you look real beautiful with it,” he said without a shred of regret.
Embarrassed at the comment, Cait responded, “Thanks.”
Before any awkward atmosphere could set in, the man chimed in, “Well, didn’t ya need to be somewhere? I won’t hold ya any longer.”
This time, it was Cait that was the one smiling, “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Thanks again!”
But, before Cait said her farewell, she asked the man one last question, “What was your wife’s name? I’d like to visit her grave sometime.”
“Illya Stragnol,” the man said, “but she didn’t want to be buried in a graveyard, just ta let you know.”
“Where’d you bury her then?”
“It’s a secret!” The man said with a grin, “but you’ll know if you ever find it!”
The two said their farewells, and Cait was left dumfounded that such an event happened. She glanced down at the necklace she was now wearing and thought, It really is beautiful.
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Chapter 2: A Price to Pay
Part 1 of 3
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As Simon’s darkened blade made impact, it produced a thundering sound and created a shockwave that rippled out and cut the grass several meters around where the two of them stood.
Several seconds later, the dust from the impact subsided as the shockwave cleared out most of it. Simon was left standing. His body was still tense. His hands were still locked onto his sword. And, his eyes were locked onto Peter, because Peter had not fallen. In fact, Peter stood there, without a single scratch on him.
Simon’s blade stood several inches away from Peter’s head. But, even with Simon still pouring his strength into the blade, it didn’t move.
Peter opened his eyes very slowly, as if awakening from a state of meditation. His face was calm, but at the same time, his eyes gazed into Simon’s eyes with a piercing concentration. And, as he opened his eyes, he said, “It’s over.”
Not a moment sooner than he spoke those words, cracks began to form from the ground where the two of them stood, and from those cracks, white light could be seen seeping through. The area where the two of them stood started to become engulfed in a blinding white light. All the while, Peter stood with his hands still lying on the hilt of his sword, looking at Simon as Simon’s face began to contort in pain. Peter’s sword let out a shockwave, producing a distortion in the air surrounding it that was clearly visible. Simon’s eyes began to squint, his teeth began to clench, the grip on his sword began to loosen, and his legs began to tremble. Simon was being pushed back, and the dirt that his shoes were dragging showed it.
Peter no longer looked tranquil, but serious. It was a look of someone who had undeniable, unbreakable confidence.
After a few seconds after being pushed back from the continuous distortion that emanated from the Peter’s sword that was stuck into the ground, the distortion disappeared. Simon’s sword immediately dissipated and Simon’s body instantly crashed as he dropped to his knees, slamming his hands on the ground attempting to support the weight of his body, gasping for air. But, just as Simon tilted his head upwards to look at Peter, he saw Peter lifting his hands from the hilt of his sword. It was as if he had seen Peter’s hands in slow motion. Peter lifted his hands slowly, with elegance, only made slower by Simon’s mind. Like the vision of a person about to die, the actions that the person sees begins to slow down; Simon knew what Peter had just done, and his mind slowed down the scene.
Immediately after Peter lifted his hands, there was a sound of an explosion. It was as loud as the impact that Simon’s blade had made or even louder. The area around the blade had been decimated, and the only thing left was a large, visible distortion that surrounded the blade that was now resonating a white light along its outline. Literally, the blade was levitating in mid air as it had blown up the ground under it. Any ground that was within a sphere, several meters in diameter, was no longer there. Even Peter dropped into the concave that the blade created, though he was still undamaged and landed squarely on his two feet, unfazed at the event.
Simon was sent flying across the field and was blown a good distance away from the site. He found himself on the floor, his body motionless, and his eyes twitching in pain. He was conscious, but just barely. He had no strength to move, and simply laid there with pain striking every inch of his body. However, he could hear footsteps approaching him. He couldn’t see who it was, but the sound of grass being crumpled and pushed aside made it clear that someone was approaching him.
The footsteps stopped right next to Simon. Simon couldn’t make out the figure, his vision was blurred and he felt his consciousness slipping away.
“I knew you’d lose this one,” the voice of a female spoke with a matter-of-factly tone.
Just as Simon was about to close his eyes for good, he began to feel his strength coming back to him, slowly, but surely. He managed to open his eyes, and looked at the figure that stood above him. It was a girl, clad in armor and long, hazel brown hair, a little past shoulder length. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were laid one on top of the other on her heart. The contours of her body resonated a white light that contained a ting of grey in its hue.
“Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhh!” Simon began to flail on the floor, contracting and twisting his body as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders attempting to get in some sort of position to relieve the pain. With his strength coming back, his level of injury and pain become more obvious, and thus his body reacted. He was simply feeling the pain more, now that his brain had the ability to recognize the real state of his body.
“Please, try and stay quiet for a bit, you’re breaking my concentration with your screams,” the girl said with her eyes still closed and with a calm, but serious tone.
“S-s-sorry Vy…” Simon said in a pained voiced, clearly trying to hold back another shout. He took a look at himself, seeing that his body was also glowing the same white light that Vy was.
Peter laid there for a while, and his injuries, as well as the pain, subsided. The girl let out a short sigh, and opened her eyes, and held out her hand to Simon.
“Thanks.” Simon took Vy’s hand and propped himself up with Vy’s help.
“Hey you two!” Peter’s voice called out, waving one of his hands in the air. His other hand held the shield he was holding before, and his sword was in its sheath at Peter’s waist.
Peter made his way over to Simon, with a slightly mischievous smile on his face. Once he made it over to the two, he placed his shield down and he stood next Simon, propping his arm over Simon’s shoulder.
“So what’s that, 67-42? At this rate, you’ll never catch up to me!” Peter’s said light-heartedly.
“Yeah yeah yeah!” Simon ducked, shrugging off Peter’s arm.
Upon making eye contact, the two of them, suddenly, began laughing out loud.
“You two…” Vy stood watching the two of them laughing, shaking her head in disappointment.
After a bit, Peter and Simon calmed down and the three of them began to casually talk and at one point began to talk about the fight.
“You realized you almost killed me right Peter?” Simon gave Peter a suspicious look.
“Yeah. But, that was in response to you sending your Vortex Arrow at me. You’d been trying to kill me from the start of the fight.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
“Nope!”
The two of them let out a short laugh. And the three of them continued talking until Peter noticed that it started to get late.
“It’s about time we left right Vy?” Peter asked.
Vy thought for a second before responding, “Yeah, the captain will be expecting us in a bit.”
Simon let out a large yawn, covering his mouth in the process. “Yeah, I think it’s a good time to leave anyways.”
And with that, they said their farewells, and walked off, waving at one another. Peter and Vy walked across the field, and Simon walked in the opposite direction.
After some walking, Vy asked Peter a question with a genuine curiosity, “Why do you fight him? Clearly, you would always win, especially if you tried.”
Peter gently smiled before answering, “It’s because he’s getting stronger every day. So I have to make sure that I’m getting stronger every day.”
Vy looked at Peter with doubt and suspicion.
“Plus, that guy’s my friend,” Peter said confidence and without a shred of doubt or embarrassment.
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Part 2 of 3
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Nicholas lazily took a look around him as he set his watering can down.
Nicholas stood on the roof of his house and gazed down at the scene before him. Rows and rows of plotted land, much like a large expanse of light brown ground, with the crops being systematically placed. It was organized, and the tended land reached well beyond what he could see at the moment. There were houses strewn about here and there, but it was mostly farmland. However, in one direction, there seemed to be a small cluster of building and a towering tree seemingly watching over the buildings. The tree had to have been at least 20 houses tall.
Nicholas tightly closed his eyelids for a second and raised his arms above his head, clasping his hands together, as he let out a lazy yawn.
It was still early in the morning as the sun had only just risen from the horizon moments ago. The sky was tinged a light orange, but the vast majority of the sky was beginning to reveal an increasing light-blue sky, shedding its darker nighttime hue, as the sun continued its slow rise.
Finishing his yawn, Nicholas turned to look back at the plant beside him. It was placed in a small box, crudely made out of wood, and was only about a foot long, wide, and deep; calling it a flower pot would be too much of a compliment. It was propped up on the triangular roof of the house using a couple of wooden boards nailed in.
Nicholas stared at it for a second before putting his hands together and closing his eyes. His entire body began to glow a light green. It was as if the contours of his body were delicately outlined with a ting of green, with lines of greenery seeping out of the outlines like a small fire. Nicholas opened his eyes, and reached towards a leaf of the foot-high plant in the box. The plant looked fairly delicate; its several leaves were a nice oval shape, but they were small, as the plant was young.
Upon touching the underside of the plant with his finger, the plant began to resonate the same green aura that Nicholas had. After a few seconds, Nicholas stood back and after a moment, the green outline dissipated from both him and the plant. He gave a wide small as he gazed at the plant.
Nicholas’ face cringed as he closed his eyes and began to lose himself in thought. Water levels were good, nutrients were good, growth was at a fine place. Hm... yup, everything was okay.
“Yup! Looking as good as me this morning my plant! Hehe.” Nicholas casually held a one-sided conversation and let out a small laugh.
Nicholas picked up his watering can that he set down and climbing down the ladder that was propped up against the side of the two-story house.
Once he got down, he headed towards the front of the house, but as he turned the corner, he saw his parents coming out.
His parents noticed him coming and called out to him, “Well aren’t you up early today? What you sneaking off to a date?” His mother teased him.
“Wahahah! My son’s growing up, honey! He’s got the air of a man now!” His father followed up.
“Wh-what what are you saying?! Arggh, I can’t wake up early once in a while or something?” Nicholas was clearly caught off guard.
Seeing her son flushing a bit red, Nicholas’ mom let out a gentle laugh and said in a mischievous, teasing tone, “Ahaha, it’s okay if you were out with a girl you know,” giving him a wink. For a woman in her 40s, she could surely tease.
Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows at mother’s comment.
Saving Nicholas from any more embarrassment, his father cut in, “So where ya off to, son? Training with Sam again?”
“Mom, I wasn’t out with a girl okay?” Nicholas said with a sigh, and sounding slightly annoyed, but changed into a casual tone as he answered his father, “Ah, Sam said he was busy today, but I was gonna go check out the Murdoc Tree today.”
It seemed that his mother’s teasing was like a normal occurrence as all of them still wore a comfortable atmosphere around them.
“Ah, I see. Going to check on the town’s condition huh? I think that, son. I was going to do that later today,” His father said.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you when I get home.”
“Alright then, son! Go on, I won’t hold ya.”
They said their farewells; Nicholas headed towards the towering tree, far down the road, and his parents walked in the direction of the expansive farmland behind the house. Only a bit into the road however, he heard his mother shout out to him, “It’s okay if you come back with a girl okayyyy?!”
“Wahahah!!” Nicholas could heard his father bellowing out as his mother finished her sentence.
Breaking into a jog, “I-I’m not coming back with a girlfriend!! G-geez!”
Finally out of his parents’ sight after a bit of jogging, Nicholas slowed his pace and continued down the road. It would be a while before he reached town as it was very far away. But, even from where Nicholas was, as he looked up while walking, a part of the sky was being blocked out by a huge tree known as the Murdoc tree.
Still amazes me, Nicholas thought to himself.
Then, as Nicholas was walking, he saw something large drifting in the air. It looked like a leaf.
“Hm? What’s that?” Nicholas said to himself, reaching out to grab it.
With the leaf in hand, Nicholas held it up in the air by the stem and examined it with one eye closed, A Murdoc leaf? Nicholas thought.
Given its size and the maple-leaf-like shape, there was no doubt that it was a Murdoc leaf.
“It’s still Spring though…” Nicholas whispered to himself.
Nicholas broke into a light jog again, “Something’s wrong. I’ve gotta go check the town!”
Nicholas made his way into town after about an hour. The town was well shaded as the Murdoc Tree towered over the entire town. He slowed his pace, catching his breath and tugging at his shirt to relieve some of the heat as he approached the first set of buildings in the town.
After a bit of rest Nicholas took a look around at the bustling town. People were moving in and out of buildings and onto the stone pavement that lead further into the city. Everyone seemed to act normally. Nonetheless, he worked his way into the heart of the town.
Along the central pavement were rows and rows of stores, and houses, all of which seemed to have been expertly crafted. Most of the buildings seemed to have been built with wood, retaining a sort of traditional feeling.
As Nicholas continued on the central pavement, watching people busily head from store to store, turn corners, join in groups and talk excitedly amongst themselves, and brush past him. All the while, he couldn’t help but continue to be awestruck at the increasingly large size of the trunk of the Murdoc tree.
Was it just my imagination? Nicholas thought, Everone seems to be acting pretty normal.
As Nicholas entered the end of the pavement, and into a clearing, he could see dozens of people surrounding the Murdoc tree. Some in groups, talking with one another, others in prayer with their eyes closed and hands clasped, and still others just simply touching the trunk, or the roots of the tree that were sticking out of the ground for that matter, and staring up at the massive sight.
There were no fences, no buildings, no signs; this place was sacred, and the town had no intention of barring the public from the tree.
Nicholas slowly made his way to the base of the tree, treading over the trees roots, and avoiding crushing and of the flora that were growing around it. He found himself facing the trunk, and peering over to his left and then right, he began to take in how large the tree really was. It was like the tree could’ve taken up the space a forest could have grown.
After standing there for a bit, Nicholas closed his eyes in concentration. The contours of his body began to glow a light green, just as it had when he was tending to his plant on the roof. And, then he reached out to touch the tree.
Nicholas’ eyebrows furrowed and his face distorted in pain as he attempted to concentrate, but it was no use.
“Ahhhh!!” He let out a pained cry, staggering back, disengaging himself from the tree. His face reflected his concern as he looked up, staring at the expansive canopy.
In a combination of shock and fear, Nicholas thought to himself, What… was that?
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[spoil]Part 3 of 3
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Aimlessly walking down the crowded street, mechanically dodging the people around her, Cait continued to gaze at the necklace that the man gave her. She had one hand holding the bag of fruit at her side, and her other hand lifting up the necklace to examine it further.
Twirling and rolling the gem of the necklace in the palm of her hand, it shimmered and glistened as it basked in the in sunlight. The intricate cuts and the details worked into the tear shaped gem were astonishing. After eyeing the gem one last time, she smiled and she let it drop from the palm of her hand and rest on her chest.
“I guess it’s time I get back,” she whispered to herself. And with that thought, she readjusted her eyes to her surroundings. She particularly eyed the corners and the alleyways, and after a moment, she started a casual, but fast-paced walked. Weaving her way through the busy market street, she ducked into a nearby alleyway. The alleyway lead to several other alleyways, and onto other, much smaller streets than the large market one. She continued to weave her way through streets and alleyways without stopping to look for alternate routes; it was as if she knew exactly where she was going in, even with so many streets, and so many people around.
After several streets, numerous alleyways, and countless apologies to those she bumped into along the way, she had found herself standing in on the sidewalk of a seemingly abandoned harbor. There was a small deck made out of wood that protruded slightly into the ocean, but no boats in sight. There were a couple abandoned buildings, which looked like old warehouses that were lined against the stone sidewalk. Several children could be seen on the small deck talking excitedly amongst each other. There were two boys that were standing as they talked, and two girls that sat on along the side of the deck. There was also another boy that wasn’t on the deck, but on the sidewalk pacing back and forth as he mumbled something to himself, deep in thought.
“Hey everyone! I’m back!” Cait called out to children.
All of the children seem to immediate stop their conversation as they turned to face Cait. All of them seemed excited and rushed over to the sidewalk where Cait was standing.
“Sis is back guys! She’s here!”
“How’d everything go sis?”
“Hey everyone! Comeon!!”
“Didja get any one today?!”
All of the children that were on the deck crowded around Cait, tugging at the hem of her dress and peppering her with greetings and questions. Cait responded smiling and laughing as she answered the children’s’ questions and patting the heads of each of them. She looked up seeing the one boy that stood just a bit away from her so that he wouldn’t be in the way of the children, and gently smiled at him as she waved at him. The boy, who seemed to be a bit older than the rest of the children, but not by much, waved back and sent back a gentle smile. The two of them seemed to understand each other just by making eye contact.
After another minute of the children noisy tugging and greeting Cait, she took a seat along the side of the pavement and plopped the bag of fruit onto her lap. The children seemed to follow Cait at with every movement and as she sat down, they sat along the pavement next to her, two on each side. The lone boy joined in as well, sitting on the end of the right side.
With the intense, curious stares of the children sitting next to her, Cait dramatically buried her right arm into the bag.
She kept her hand in the bag for a moment, and she said in a overly dramatic voice, “Today… We feast on apples!!” She took her hand revealing a bright red apples.
“Woahhhhh!”
“Really sis? Do I get one too?”
A barrage of applauses and excited comments raged on at each of he sides.
“Yes yes yes,” Cait said trying to calm the children down, but still wearing a smile on her face.
“One for everyone okay? Pass it down carefully!” This time, Cait sounded slightly stern, like a parent trying to teach her children.
Cait passed down the apples; two on her left, and three on her right. The children obediently passed the apples down in silence, and sat with an apple in their hand. They looked excited and seemed to be concentrating hard on not chomping right down into it.
After taking one last apple from the bag, and placing the bag on the ground behind her, making sure that it wasn’t going to fly away, she said, “Everyone got one? Okay, go ahead and close your eyes.”
Every one of them seemed to close their eyes, including Cait, and their expressions seemed to relax.
“Okay!” Cait broke the silence after a moment, “You can dig in now!”
“Yay!!!” The children seemed to all shout in unison. They all bit down on the bright red apples. All the children seemed to be content, and entirely focused on the apples. Cait smiled as she took a look around seeing them enthusiastically digging in. She stood up from her seat and took a step back, reassuring children to continue eating. However, the older child take sat on the far right stood up in response.
“Don’t wander off too far after you finish eating okay? And make sure you throw away what you don’t finish!” She directed her slightly stern voice in the direction of the children as she stepped back.
“Okayyyy!” A couple of children answered in muffled voices full of food, while the other two nodded their heads furiously, all them still focused on the apple in their hands.
Motioning the older child to take a walk with her, she began to walk with a slow pace along the sidewalk, waiting for the child to catch up. It didn’t take long for the child to jog up next to Cait.
After taking a bite into his apple, the child asked, “How was it?”
“The guards didn’t come after me or anything, so it was easy. But…” Cait spoke causally before abruptly pausing as she glanced down at the gem that hung at her neck.
“Yeah, I saw,” the child said with a slight enthusiasm in response to Cait’s silence, “I think it looks great on you.”
Cait decided to tell the child about the events that transpired in the morning. Complete with gestures, and overly dramatic tones at times, she told the child about how she had met the man, and the tragic tale behind the gem that rested on her chest. At times, she would abruptly pause and her voice would drift away as if guilt were welling up inside her as she spoke about the man’s wife; other times her voice would be filled with rage and angst as she expressed her bewilderment at the man’s seemingly nonsensical actions.
Reflecting on what she’d just said, Cait thought to herself, Someone who needs it huh? If only…
Cait broke the momentary silence that had formed with an unexpectedly serious voice, “Chris, I can’t do it.”
Chris stopped in his footsteps and turned towards Cait, his eyes were slightly widened, not with surprise, but with curiosity.
“I can’t support them anymore Chris. I can’t just keep stealing and stealing,” Cait paused for a moment as she also stopped in her footsteps, locking in a gaze with Chris.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think it might be better if everyone went off to an orphanage. Maybe the one past the marketplace, by the outskirts of town,” Cait continued her one sided conversation in her calm, but serious voice that showed no signs of faltering.
“Those kids are all 10 years old or younger. Risa’s only 7; she can’t be on the streets like this. And you’re 15; I doubt they would turn you down.”
“I can’t support you all for long. I’m a 24-year-old woman with no job or house or anything. I’ve got no right to be a mother for those kids, they deserve better. What do you think Chris? You’re my brother, and we’ve been through it all; do you really want them to go through what we had to? Sometimes starving for days before we get our hands on a piece of bread?”
Any person would have broken down as they said this, as they recollected the hardships of poverty, but Cait’s voice stayed firm and resolute, and her gaze never shifted. This wasn’t something she had come up on impulse, but rather through the painstaking process of facing the reality of poverty and assessing her situation, as well as the situation of the children, everyday. Every word she spoke, she spoke with a confidence of an unbreakable argument, but also with a melancholy that reflected the truth behind every word. These were the words that a mother would be saying to herself as she’s abandoning a baby, knowing that there would be a better life outside of her care.
“Chris… you know what we went through. You know what I had to do. We both saw our share of blood. I… Fuck-,” Cait cut herself off, turning herself away from Chris in both disgust and guilt as a flicker of Cait’s past flashed in her mind.
Without a single flinch, Chris formed a gentle smile as if he understood Cait’s feelings as if they were his own. “I know sis…” He said softly as he turned his body so that their backs were facing one another before leaning his back causing his back to rest upon Cait’s back. Both of them supported the weight of one another as their backs were lightly leaning on one another.
“I might be 15 sis, but, I get it. No one needs to go through that. And, I knew it was only a matter of time before you would decide on what to do. An orphanage huh?”
“Back then, there wasn’t an orphanage. Or better yet, they turned us away because they didn’t have any room. Ironic isn’t it? In a city that has so much culture and wealth, its orphanages were filled,” Cait said cynically.
“So… is this it sis? I know that look in your eyes. You have something planned, and it’s selfish and wrong and it’s gonna save these kids isn’t it?” Chris inquired, this time, his voice sounded a bit harsh, as if he was scolding Cait despite their almost-10-year age gap.
“Go to the orphanage Chris, I’m not kidding.” She disengaged from leaning on Chris’ back, and straightened herself, folding her arms. Cait sounded cold and spoke without a hint of taking back her word.
As Chris straightened himself in response, he turned back around as Cait did the same, locking eyes once again with an intense stare.
“What are you planning sis? You plan on leaving again? You-you plan on abandoning me again?!” This time, Chris shouted, his words filled with anger.
“I came back didn’t I?! I was only gone for a couple weeks! You weren’t the only one that was scared Chris,” Cait spoke with a hollow tone that was quiet and hesitant; “You haven’t seen the blood that I’ve seen.”
“I ran last time Chris, because I couldn’t handle it, but this time, I’ll change things from the bottom up. I’ll become a mercenary, and I’ll come back for you Chris,” her voice was still soft, but it was filled with confidence.
Chris’ hands began to cover his face slowly, his face became downcast, and his gaze broke from Cait’s as looked downwards towards the floor. He let out a deep sigh as he attempted to relieve the tension that had built up in his body. He forced himself to not cry, to not break down, but he was right on the edge. It took several moments before he could relatively straighten himself.
Obviously still recovering from the surge of emotions, he looked up to meet Cait’s cold gaze, his eyes were just barely filled with the tears that he held back. “Why-why don’t you take me with you then?! I don’t understand! Why do you have to go by yourself?” Chris demanded answers.
“Because, Chris, you don’t understand what I’m doing. The world is darker than just poverty. Please Chris…” Cait changed into an almost motherly tone.
“I know sis! I get it!! I just…” Chris broke down onto his knees, his hands covering his face as tears flowed from his eyes. He huffed and wailed, attempting to hide and muffle the sound as best he could, but it was no use. “I-I ju-just don’t… want to l-l-lose y-you sis…” His voice stuttered and cracked as his pitch climbed with every staggering breath he took as the continued to wail.
Cait instantly dropped to her knees in response to Chris, and immediately embraced him, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him close into her chest. “It’s ok Chris,” she whispered into her ear as lightly and softly as she could, attempting to comfort and reassure him with every word, “I swear to you, I’ll be back. I’ll change things Chris.”
They were far enough from the dock so that none of the children were in sight, and thus, the seemingly abandoned area was filled with Chris’ stammering cries. After a while, Chris calmed down. Still on the floor, the both of them sat staring at the vast blue ocean.
“You’ve gotta watch the kids. They’re like what we used to be; lost, confused, and abandoned, you have to be there to protected them and look out for them,” Cait said in a motherly tone, just as if the children were her own.
“I know sis… I promise,” Chris said in response, still downcast, but also confident.
“It’ll be a long time. It could be months, years, many years; I’m not sure how long it’s going to take,” Cait said, still calm and collected.
“I know… but…” Chris turned to Cait, his expression was much gentler; it was an expression of acceptance and understanding, “promise me that you’ll be back… alive.”
“I promise, Chris. I swear I’ll be back for everyone.”
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