SHADOWERS: 'OF THE TWELVE REALMS'

Chapter Twenty seven

SEVEN YEARS. Exactly seven years, was how many years had gone by since Saint Louie Rodriguez, son of Alberto Lance Rodriguez had passed on.

I never knew him, not personally, not even acquaintanced by, Not even on one of our formal parties, or holiday dinners when Dad would ask Albert and his family to join us, and Albert would nicely refuse, making excuses. Dad had always been close with Albert probably way before he started working for him. Tales, lessons, strategy techniques, brilliance that was all I heard about his son, true I didn't know him personally, face to face but, I sure would have liked to.

It reminds me of all Albert's riddled moments had the visible coherence written all over it. I felt a storm inside me rail up as I entered our guest bedroom, it had nothing to do with my impulsive act priorly. It was night time and I was exhausted it was back to my room I wanted it to be, to probably shower and get changed, then get into my sheets and if I stared hard enough I'd obtain some peace with myself and sleep. Albert had told me it would be safer if I slept in the guest room, before they could have my room checked and cleaned again, I didn't argue with him, and so I was stuck in here. With this creature.

Just thoughts of that creature awaken the dark blizzard sprawling inside.

''It finks its helpin' me.''

My fists balled, gnashing my teeth, recalling it's calloused words.

''Obtuse. You are simply an idiot Not a Hunter! How?! I'm asking meself for the second time Now! How an absolute Buffoon like you was found worthy of such power?!''

And I felt like- like, well, honestly I didn't know what I felt, directing my emotions to it just to see what precisely I felt toward it, was it dislike? Fear? Anguish? Anger? Disgust? But it was. . .

Nothing.

I had a quiet long shower, with No interruptions, just me and my polished thoughts. Earlier today I had spent almost fifty percent of my time in the garden, Not with Albert after our little chat, I writhed to be in his presence that after apologizing I excused myself and left, to the swing set near the pond, the swing set was mine, as a kid. I remembered running in through out; Summer, spring and fall into the garden, always heading, right there to rest with Mom. Just.

Talking. . . Talking about what, precisely?Talking about words I can't place memory on. If I could and I know I would, relived every passed memory again during the fall, Summer and Mom's favorite spring just to go through it all over again. I remember staring into the pond with her, staring at sunsets, especially the ones in winter, having ice cream or some other high tea coarse meal with her right there.

And Apirl, that was the name of her favorite tree, the mini enforced higan cherry tree Dad got to add more details to mom's fantasized huge rose garden, it was more than a Rose garden by now, but she always called it that for some reason. Was it the roses that you could spot at all corners, carpeted or portrait? or maybe was it that it had a nice ring to it? or some other third thing, I didn't know, maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to ask her about it, one day. She had a treasured heart for flowers, and I remember Dad promising her, he would get her the biggest flower house she had ever seen.

My head laid on the pillow, chewing at my lower lip as I stared at my phone, scrolling through notifs, updates, messages, platforms, it was a harmless wait as I lingered to submit to sleep when it'd take it's turn on me.

Before I started attending Hevellyn Hills High school, I'd pretty much stay wide awake for hours and hours, sleep was so hard to come by, on days I wished I'd just be graced with a quick night to fall asleep that day never did come only when I began my rough fencing, late night studying, Tino's late night gaming. He slept up until one a.m in the morning then he'd appear fresh like he had the world's best beauty sleep, was Tino always so hyped up and attentive, even now he still is.