I open my eyes slowly and look at the baby sleeping on my chest. The wind rustles his blonde hair as little snores escape from his open mouth. I smile and look up at the open blue sky and listen to the wind rustling the leaves to my right and the water rushing by in the river to my left. It’s a good day to be alone with a little toddler at my side.
I roll over and let my baby brother roll onto the soft grass so I can sit up and stretch my limps. He’s the only one that won’t bother me about my relationship with Aiden. Everyone’s been up my ass about him, even my father who allowed me to go with him. They keep on complaining about the guy but I don’t know who to trust. I know my family wouldn’t lie to me unless absolutely necessary but Aiden also wouldn’t mess around with my family. It’s all too confusing.
I turn around to see my little brother trying to stand up and toddle over to me. I frown and take his warm little body into my arms to comfort him. His small hands touch my covered nose, his slobbery mouth opening as his little round face begins to turn red. I bounce little James slowly up and down on my thigh while hushing him so he doesn’t cry. Patting his back softly, I whisper my words to him, reassuring my presence.
“Hush, hush, James. I’m still here.”
The little boy whimpers and rubs his nose against my neck before looking up at me with his green eyes. I smile and nuzzle him before tickling the boy, making him laugh hysterically. I growl softly at him cheering him up before standing up and raising him high into the air.
I look in the direction my little brother points before walking over to the river and pulling his small body closer to mine.
“You want to feel the river?”
He nods his head and begins to suck his finger while staring into the clear water. I sit down and unlace my sneakers and take off my socks before slowly dipping my feet into the rushing water. James giggles and leans forward to touch the water that is spraying up at us. He squeals with delight when I lean forward and let his toes skim the water. I laugh and smother him with soft kisses.
“If I hadn’t known better I would have thought that he was your son, Zurya.”
I turn around to see my mother standing a few feet away watching me and my brother interact with each other. She walks over slowly and takes a seat next to me. As she approaches me I notice her attire. My mother wears a dark pair of pants, knee high boots, a tight wind breaking jacket, and her hair is tied back in a long ponytail. Riding gear, yet her dragon is nowhere to be found.
“What are you doing here? How’d you even find me?”
“You are my daughter and you have my youngest son. Trust me, there’s nowhere you can hide from a mother.”
I raise my eyebrows at the darkness in my mother’s tone. I wonder how I would sound should I have a child of my own? But that’s not going to happen, I think to myself quietly. My mother takes James from me and kisses him softly before patting his blonde hair.
“What are you doing here anyways?”
“Getting away from the hell you all are causing me. It’s very annoying when your family is constantly bugging you about your trainer.”
“We just care about you. The guy’s a very rude being if you haven’t noticed.”
I roll my eyes and stare at the fish in the water as they swim by my feet. What a shame I didn’t get to spend the whole day with my baby brother. For the rest of the daylight hours, my mother and I play with James and talk about life as it passed by the past two years. It seems like nothing of interest has really happened.
When the sun begins its descent, my mother takes off with James, heading home to the manor. I extend my wings and take off in the direction of Sin City. I land in front of a gambling hall and lean against the wall as a familiar wave of pain fills my body. My hearts beat fast as the pain intensifies against my will.
If this keeps on happening I’m going to be forced to get a memory potion. I doubt Alaric would be willing to give it to me but there are other warlocks in this realm that won’t mind the extra money.
Just as the pain begins to recede I smell a familiar scent one that hits me harder than any object in this realm. My brain hurts trying to place the scent. It’s the same thing that happened when I was with Alaric in Facies. It’s familiar yet I can’t place a face or a name to it. I don’t understand how that is possible.
I toss my head back and look up into the dark sky. Stepping forward, I leap up to the roof of the nearest building and look down at the others below me. There aren’t many places I can go without feeling this way. None of the cities bring me joy anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m on my own and not with someone that can actually bring me some type of joy.
I know someone that usually brings me joy even when he is being annoying. Using the technique that Aiden instilled in me, I picture Alaric in my head creating a floating green dust trail that leads me to my friend. Jumping across rooftops, I follow the trail over a few cities before stopping on the roof of a condo near Vistosa. If this is where he’s been staying then what’s the point of me having a mansion hidden behind a waterfall? And why did he drag me over to Facies when he’s so damn close to Vistosa?
Sighing, I leap from the roof and walk through the front doors, heading up the stairs to find Alaric’s room. I stand outside for a few minutes not sure what to do, just listening to the blurred voices coming from inside. Four people are in there; three male, and one female. I wonder who the others might be. I guess it’s time to find out.
I knock on the door and run my hand through my long dark hair, leaning against the wall and waiting for the door to open. When it does, a small yelp sounds from behind the green warlock and the rustling around continues. I frown and raise my eyebrow questioning my friend’s companions.
“Oh, Aszurya, how very interesting that you show up at such an untimely hour?”
“It’s only untimely because you are hiding something from me. Whatever, I don’t care right now. Let me crash here tonight?”
“What happened to your bed?”
“What happened to the mansion you stayed at for about 5 years?”
Alaric silences before glancing behind his shoulder and letting me in. I nod my head and pull my hair into a ponytail, wishing I was at the salon in the manor right now. I keep forgetting to drop by and get my hair cut. This amount is crazy heavy for my neck.
“Here, you can stay in my room, I’ll just stay inside one of the guest rooms with Kitoshy.”
“Why can’t I just have one of the guest rooms since you have more than one.”
“You see, I have visitors-”
“Well, tell them not to bother me.”
Alaric nods his head and gestures for me to go into his room. The entire room has a simple layout, to my surprise; a king-size bed in the middle, a nightstand to the right, and an armoire. Not to mention the bookshelf in the corner filled with books.
His favourite colour has always been gold or silver so he’s decorated his room with those colours. Everything seems shiny, the armoire is wooden but it shines with silver glittery stars painted on it. The book shelf is decorated similarly with a shelf designated to blooming succulents.
The bed has a thick silver comforter folded at the end of the bed over the white sheets. He has a few pillows at the top, neatly placed depending on the size. Above the bed sits a large golden mirror, reflecting my mangled state.
I sit on his bed when he shuts the door, and drop my head into my hands. I don’t remember being so empty before. There was always something to be done. Alaric always spiced things up but now he’s hiding something from me. I could easily use a gyen and spy on the group but what fun would that be?
I lie down and look up at the ceiling pondering life. So, this is what it feels like to have nothing to do. To just exist without quite existing. There’s no action, no interest, nothing thrilling to do. I miss… someone. Someone could make a lazy day or night feel like a lifetime of something. I miss that someone; I just don’t know who that someone is. Where did they disappear too?
“What is it?! What’s wrong?!” Alaric says barging into the room. I prop myself up on elbows and look past the warlock to see the ginger warlock speaking in low voices with someone else. The guest who is hidden from me. Maybe he’s the one who was with Alaric when we met up in Facies.e
“I miss someone I can’t remember.”
Alaric’s face falls as he looks at me. The ginger behind him looks at me and frowns deeply before going back to his conversation. Alaric steps farther into his room and shuts the door behind him so it’s just the two of us in one room.
“What do you mean you miss someone you can’t remember?”
“It’s just as I said. I don’t know who it is but I miss them. I don’t know the name or what they look like. It’s like a cloudy figure just standing there when I try to picture that person. I can’t even recall any dominant memories with them.”
The warlock before me sits down on the edge of the bed thinking deeply about my predicament. It’s not the first time this has happened before. Me missing someone I can’t even picture or name. It’s like something is missing from you. That thing makes my hearts flutter yet I don’t know who they are.
“Are there any distinctive features about this dark figure? For example, is it a male or female, tall or short, plump or skinny?”
“Male,” I say after some thought. “The person in mind is male, tall, and very fit, I think.”
“Not really. The only thing I remember is him being warm and well, a support. My hearts are beating fast right now, I guess another side effect to him?”
Alaric nods his head, a smile on the brim of his lips, and turns from me. Curling up on my side, I watch the warlock, trying to place his antics, but I find myself not caring. I need to find out who this person is and soon otherwise I might lose the ability to do anything and enjoy it. It just might stretch to my demons.