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Cale doesn't even know what to expect anymore,
<My son, what happened?>
His mother seemed to know something that he don't, same with that bastard God. He doesn't know why, but he is sure whatever 'Happened'... both of their question and proposal was connected.
All honesty wise, He doesn't want to know something that isn't related to his goal of finding his Hyung. But with how things are going, he probably have to find out soon.
<What are you going to do now?>
Cale scoffed,
"What am I going to do... Isn't it obvious?" He leaned his back to the tree behind him, snuggling himself from the cold wind, "If it's in my way, then I will just flip everything over and force open a new path."
His fingers were gripping the pages, fiddling the edge around. The pages felt rough in his fingers, but they didn't looked aged at all.
<Well, I suppose we already have an inkling of what your answer might be>
Even though it was all written, Cale could vaguely feel the emotions between each sentences. Like how she was talking with him with a straight face, or a worried one, smirking, and...
<You really are, my son>
How she seemed a bit sad when writing that particular sentence that was formed in a cursive. As if it was both a blessing and a curse for him to be her son.
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<We are too similar,>
He didn't know the reason before, but he suppose... He was starting to understand why she always looked at him that way.
His mother, Drew, was probably afraid his story will end up like hers. Although their tale was different, at the same time, it was also quite similar in some aspects.
And that was probably where he worry came to be,
After all, he had heard her tale first hand from her herself, her own point of view how it went-- Tales of how she met his father.
And it wasn't actually the most romantic as many had whispered around.
Contrary,
It was rather... Tragic, Actually.
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Cale flips another page of the Diary,
There, he could found another set of paragraphs, thought, it was an instruction this time.
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<As I already told you this before when you were younger, My ancient power is called the 'Annual Rings of Life. And half of that power, the core part of it, was left in Harris Village while I left the other half here.>
<I cannot fathom what you will need to do to obtain the power left here. Since the test will probably be influenced by my younger self, as that was when I used it most.>
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And a small "Goodluck" was written in the corner of the page.
Cale lowered his hand that was holding the book to his knees and let the new information he just read sink in.
His fingers fiddled with the papers again and flips through another page and into the next. But there wasn't anything else written there-- No, it was like someone erased it.
Albeit intentional.
Clack
Cale closed the book, when he couldn't find how to start the test.
His mother hadn't explained how to start it--
Bang Bang Bang
A loud crater that came from the hill where his mother's grave was at, shaking the entire garden he was at. He swore it may even reach towards the mansion with how loud and wobbly the ground was shaking- No, the entire Henituse territory probably heard it too by now.
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Pichaa
pichaa
Red leaves that had a shade similar to his own hair started appearing from the ground and stick around Cale as if they were hugging him.
One became two, and two became four. The number of leaves started to increase slowly, and so did the glow that came along with it.
The abandoned Rose garden now look like a sunset of it's own.
<Hmm? Who might you be?>
It was a young voice, almost similar to his mother's. Well, he suppose it should be like that since his mother did say the test will be made by her younger self.
He wanted to call the voice to sound naïve, but he knew, his mother was far from that.
<Who might you be and how are you super cute like me?>
'...'
Cale... he,
He supposed it had slipped his mind how his mother could really be... narcissistic at times. But even so;
<Why are you blanking out? I'm talking about you! Yes, You! You look supper duper Cute!>
Cale doesn't know what to feel about being called 'cute' by his mother repeatedly like this. He suppose it's a compliment? His mother did love to call him handsome and cute when he was younger... but being called 'cute' now is...
He didn't even notice the slight red blush that was starting to creep up to his ears;
< I have this weird feeling that I will like you even though we just met! You oddly look like that half-witted fool Deruth, but you also look similarly handsome as my eldest Orabuni!>
"Mother...--"
Even if his mother liked to joke around, it was never to this extend. And for some reason, Cale was starting to pity his father...
<Wait, what did you call me?>
"Mother,"
<...>
Cale could feel the younger version of his mother staring at him as if he had grown another head.
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"What was that?"
"An earthquake?"
"It was so loud..."
The servants had started whispering amongst themself, discussing about what had just happened. Even the knights were also opening their mouth and sharing their thoughts about the situation.
Only some had ignored it and continued on sleeping.
"Should we check on the young masters and mistresses?" one of the worried servants asked,
"We should," another replied,
"I'll go check the mistress, you four check on the young masters and young mistress!"
"I'll check on young master Cale,"
"I'll leave him to you then,"
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Hans quietly walked towards Cale's room.
The hallway was deserted, unlike the other sections of the mansion. It had always been like this, as the young master seemed to prefer it this way.
Knock knock
"Young master~ It's me, Hans." Hans chimed with a big goofy smile on his face, "May I enter?"
There wasn't any answer,
"Young master?" Hans slip his free hand to his pocket, touching the hilt of the pocket knife he always carried.
"He's not in there,"
A white figure with crossed arms told him.
Hans slowly turned around, "Oh~ it's you! Luca, right?" he claps both his hands together after slipping the knife into his sleeves. "Do you know where the young master is at then?"
"No, last I saw him was when he was with the... second young master"
Luca replied, though it was evident he wasn't use to being formal.
"I see~ I guess I will look for him now. See you later~"
Hans turned his heels and began walking towards the direction of the second kitchen.