Broken Tower Saga: The First Swordsman

Chapter 5: Home

IT WAS MIDDAY when Wrik and Anton arrived in Pantia, a small town where their family lives. The sky was harsh blue, as it was in Elania. While the wind had a little cold vibe in them, making the atmosphere a bit on the chillier side. It took them about three hours on the train and then half an hour on the carriage to reach here.

"We're here," Wrik said, arriving in front of their house. He opened Kathrin from the pet baskether prison. Kathrin did not like it there at all, but Wrik was helpless on the train. Kathrin gave a meow full of grudge to move towards the house.

It was not that big of a house, barely bigger than their apartment in Elania. There's a small lawn in front of the house with a few plants. Not that fascinating, but still enhanced the beauty of the house by a bit. In the middle of the lawn was a chair, empty though. Aunt Anna liked to sprinkle in the morning sun while read some books or doing something.

Anton took the liberty to knock on the door, while Wrik stood behind. A quite heavy yet attractive middle-aged woman opened the door. She had blonde hair with a rather handsome face than beautiful. Their aunt, Anna Rossetti.

Her lips parted in a delightful smile, seeing their silhouettes. Without even saying anything, she gave a bear hug to Anton.

"Aunt." Anton fought for air in her embrace. "Will you let me breathe?"

"Ahh, Ton, I haven't seen you boys for months, I deserve a little hug." She then advanced to Wrik and gave him a bear hug as well. "Wrik, how's your university going? Have you found a girl yet?"

"It's all good," he gave a wry laugh. "I reckon, you're well, aunt."

"Of course, I am. What would happen to me?" the blonde woman made way for them to come into the house, then to notice the white fluffy kitty fighting for attention. "Kathrin is here as well." She bent down to pick the Kitty up, and Kathrin lunged up at the arms advancing towards her. "You two looked so skinny. I suppose you didn't eat well at the university."

Both of them gave a helpless chuckle hearing that. They didn't even attend the university, much less eating there. I would cause a world war here if anyone of them accidentally sounded it out.

Stepping inside the house, Wrik moved one step faster than them and moved straight towards a certain room across the corridor, saying nothing. Aunt Anna gave off a helpless sigh, seeing that. While Anton shook his head.

Sliding open the door a bit, he went inside. The room was small, there's nothing apart from a mahogany table and a large oak bed. He went near the bed where a pale figure was resting. Well, calling it pale might be an understatement. The figure had nothing but bone and pale, whitish skin. It was hard to discern if the figure belonged to a man or woman. This was his mother.

Her dark hair was cut short, not even half the length of his. Her face didn't have the least amount of elegance that Wrik had seen in his childhood. Nothing but pale and bony. Her skin had lost colour years ago when she had shown the symptoms.

It was over a decade ago, Wrik remembered when he was barely ten.. .the day his mother tried to kill herself and. . ..

It was the darkest day of his lifea day he would do anything to forget.

The suicide attempts didn't stop there, and it's not the end either. That was the beginning. Then the murmuring came, she started to murmur in her sleep, then to insomnia. And when Wrik was eleven, parts of her body started to paralyse. Well, it's good on one part she couldn't attempt any more suicides. And after a year or two, she couldn't attempt anything. Not even the speaking. Anything but the vision.

She lost everything.

And as for his father, he was told that he ran away after learning about her pregnancy. His mother never talked about himhis fatherwhen she was sane, as if she didn't care at all.

And Wrik stopped caring about him as well all these years.

Wrik touched her bony palm with both of his palms. Her arm was nothing but smooth and hard, as if he was touching a stone; there's not even a speck of softness in them. He smelled nothing but dry skin when he brought it towards his face. She lost her usual aura of orchid.

"Wrik?" a hesitant voice called out from behind him. "Aunt is calling us for lunch."

Wrik gave a high sigh and left the room. Anton looked at him, didn't know what to say.

"Don't give me that look, Ton," Wrik gave a hollow laugh. "It's not the first time I'm seeing this."

Anton found nothing to say, nodded. They arrive at the dining table to find that Aunt Anna was preparing something for them. The scents indicated it was something with eggs. They sat down at the dining table saying nothing. Wrik gestured with his hands to Anton asking something. In return, Anton shook off his head.

Wrik sighed in silence. He looked at the figure of his aunt and said rather slowly, "Aunt, we got a letter from Lucas yesterday.. ."

The figure in question faltered in her cooking for a moment, but continued what she was doing. She didn't ask for anything. As if the nameLucas was foreign to her.

Anton emulated his lips, silently saying something. Wrik could make out, it was: 'say about the letter'.

After pondering for an entire minute, Wrik opened his mouth again. "He sent a letter for you as well."

There's no reply either. There was nothing but stillness in the room and the 'swoosh' of the fire burning in the stove. Aun Anna put off the gas and carried the pan, started to prepare their plates.

Anna Rossetti glared at the two boys. "Is it that time of the year again?" She finally asked, serving them the plates.

Wrik didn't answer, looked at his plate. Egg sandwich and salads with a lot of veggies. He took a mouthful of water in. "I don't like broccoli."

"Yet, you will eat it." She commanded with a loving smile on her lips. "Give me the letter."

Wrik looked at Anton, who instantly handed over the envelope. He was prepared for it.

She took the envelope, opened the letter and started to read it, taking a seat on a chair across them.

Wrik took advantage of that opportunity, passing over all the Broccoli from his plate to Anton's. Anton was about to yell, but restrained himself. It wasn't a good time to fight over food. He looked at their aunt, who was reading the letter with a frown. Anton gritted his teeth and ate those broccoli.

Wrik didn't stop staring at his aunt while he ate. She was reading the letter intensely. A deep frown appeared on her brows. Wrik didn't know what Lucas had written in it, but he could guess a few things. At last, she exhaled deep, finishing the letter.

"What does it say?" He asked, mouthing the sandwich.

She gave them a dangerous glare, then opened her mouth. "My answer is NO."

"But aunt?" Wrik and Anton complained at the same time.

"No buts. I'll not change my mind," she said before leaving the dining room.

Wrik shook his head, looking at the disappearing figure.

"I feel like," Anton put another broccoli in his mouth saying, "I'm eating this for nothing."

"I'll find a way," Wrik said. 'I have to find a way.' The problem was that he didn't know where to start.

"Of course, you will. If not, you will have to eat broccoli for breakfast every day from now on.

After eating, Wrik left the dining table. He went straight towards the room of his aunt but found no one there. After browsing a bit, he found she was in his mother's room.

Aun Anna was sitting on the bed in silence. In her hand was a picture of three kidsaround the age of ten. Wrik at the middle, while Anton at the left and Lucas at the right. All three of them had a smile of sunshine on their lips, showing white teeth.

Wrik walked up close by her side, put his hand on her shoulder, "Aunt."

She didn't reply. He wetted his lips to say something but couldn't find anything. He sat next to her and looked at his motherher eyes were still closed.

"Aunt, can you tell me what happened to my mother?" He asked in a milder tone.

There was no response, either.

"Aunt, I need to know. She's my mother." he said, pushing further with resolute eyes. "You know Aunt. Me, Anton, even Lucas. . ." He paused for a bit to find the right words. "We're not normal, I think you know that. You know more than you showed.

"Please aunt, say something, please"

"I only know one thing, that world is dangerous." She said with blight in her eyes. "It took away my husband, and even my son and now you two.. . I can't lose anyone anymore.. ."

She teared up, and Wrik hugged her. As she continued. "Your mother went there. All I know is that she didn't want you to go there. She had known that she would go insane, she had known" she hugged him tighter. "that she would be left with nothing else.

"She asked me to take care of you.. . before she went insane. She never wanted you to make the same mistake as her." Her sentences got broken as water falling from her nostrils and eyes making her a bit unpleasant.

"You did take care of me, aunt. Not only me Anton too," He joined in with the crying. "You know, aunt, I already suspected these things years ago. But I wasn't strong enough to ask. .. I. . .."

Yes, Wiik had long ago suspected this. He knew his mothers' illness, her insanity was not natural. She was such a loving mother, yet now she's like this.

Aunt Anna sighed, looking at him, then at his mother. She moped her tears away to call out. "Ton, no need to stand outside the door, come in."

There was no sound for a brief moment, then the door opened. Anton came in hearing what aunt said. There's a cheeky yet awkward smile on his lips.

"You want a hug as well?" Aunt Anna laughed out of her tears. "Come here."

Anton followed without a word and came near the bed. Aunt Anna gave the two of them another hug, though this time not that strong. Crying might have taken most of her strength. She reminisced. "Ahh, time passes so quickly, it's like yesterday you boys were playing around, causing mischief in the towns."

Then came another big sigh. She looked at the picture in her hand, then towards the two of them. They didn't utter a single word as she continued. "I'll not give you my permission to go to that world. But I won't. .. can't stop you either." She sighed. "I don't know much about that world myself, as I didn't go there myself. All that I know is from your mother and your uncle. I even didn't know how he died or the cause of her disease. It all happened twelve years ago.

"I don't know what they had planned. . ." Aunt Anna breathed a few times. "where they went, who their enemies were." She didn't know what to say. She shook her head and dropped the topic. "Be careful of powerful men and women, more of the ambitious ones. Be prudent about everything. That world was full of schemes and deceptions. Do not be a pawn of someone else's game."

Both of them nodded in unison.

"Do not make any rash decisions while on the back foot, while you're at disadvantages or don't know the whole truthyour mother's words. Remember that." She rubbed both of their hair, this wasn't easy for her either. She turned towards Anton. "And YouAnton, please think about everything you do, don't make any abrupt decision. I know you're a master of that."

Anton was about to say something, but closed his mouth and nodded.

"You could leave all the difficult thinking to Wrik."

"Don't worry about him aunt, I'll take care of him," Wrik spoke out.

"As if I needed it," Anton said.

"Stop it, boys. You two are in this together." She stopped the two of them before looking at Wrik. "Now you, Wrik. Try not to be too dense, don't be too hard on yourself either. And never think you are alone."

Wrik didn't know what's she talking about but nodded.

"Remember, even in disadvantages you can pull through if you're together." She hugged the two of them with both hands again. "You two are a team. Say it."

"We two are a team." Both of them looked at each other and complied without much thinking. Yes, they were a team all these years.

"Don't worry, aunt. We will bring back Lucas by his ears," Anton said out loud, puffing his chest.

"Yes, aunt."

"Alright, enough of that. Do you know the woman by the name Sophia Syfinn?"

Anton gave a questioning glare at him. Why did Sophia Syfinn come into this?

"So, it looks like the two of you know her," Aunt Anna concluded. "I can guess seeing your eyes."

"Yes, but how do you know her?" Anton asked.

"Well, she came by a few days ago, asking about Wrik," she continued. "I told her you're attending the University of Elania." Then Aunt Anna gave the two of them a pure gaze. "Is she someone to one of you?"

"Ton would answer that," Wrik smirked.

Aunt Anna's attention wavered towards Anton, asking for details.

In response, Anon grinned out. "She may not be now, but that won't be for long," he announced with bind confidence in himself.

Wrik and others talked a little more to find out that his mother was looking at himshe must have woken up from the disturbance they were causing. He looked at her eyes. The yellow hue in her eyes was the only lively thing about her. He grabbed her hand gently and kissed it.

She didn't respond, still looking at him. It's as if she didn't recognise him. She couldn't recognise anyone over the years. Wrik controlled his tears from coming out of his eyes. This was not new to him. He vowed in his heart, looking at her. 'Even if you don't remember me, I'm still your son. I'll find the cure for you. I promise.'

"So, when will you two go back?" Aunt Anna asked out of the blue.

"Well, it's today," Anton answered hesitantly. "Supposedly, we don't have much time in our hands."

Aunt Anna sighed, but nodded.

"We'll catch the train at 3 o'clock,"

After conversing for a little, it's already two at the clock. They had been home for only about two hours and the time of departure came.

Wrik and Anton gave another embrace to their aunt, saying not to worry about themthough it seemed she was already worried before they even left.

"The next time we return, there will be three of us."

She nodded, with tears in her eyes. Wrik did quite decent in controlling his tears, unlike Antonwho cried like a baby over milk.

"Kathrin, now this is where you will stay," Wrik said, lifting his cute kitty. In response, she licked his arms. "Well, Kathrin is an understanding kitty. I'll miss you." He rubbed her with his cheeks. She even licked his cheek, meowing. She had been with him for over three years and became a part of the family.

He called up Anton, who got a little better after all the crying. They were ready to leave when their aunt called.

"Boys, remember something. .. Your mother said this after returning from that world last time." She looked at the two of them. Seeing their nods, she continued. "Beware of TARTARUS."

Tartarus didn't ring any bells in his head, but Wrik nodded, imprinting the words in his mind. He gave a second look to their home before parting ways. They didn't know how many years it would take to return here, but they knew they would definitely return.

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END OF CHAPTER FIVE: HOME.

NEXT CHAPTER: The Departure.

Shit starts to get real, eh?

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