Knowing the Risks
I made my way down the slope to the front door. It was a beautiful mahogany design with a vibrant chocolate color. I paused before going in, inhaling a deep breath of the summer air. I thought about Kuruk, and the worried expression on his face when I told him about my sorcery. I worried that this might scare him off, and tried thinking of ways I could help him understand.
You could always show him...
Did I hear that? Or did I think that? I don’t know... It was a good idea though, what better way to understand than to see? There wasn’t denying that it wasn’t a risk though.
I walked inside the house and made my way to the kitchen. “Hey honey I’m home! Need any help?” She was standing at the counter, stirring a large pot of what seemed to be some kind of soup. Oh no not again. If it was what I thought it was, I was going to cry. I love my wife, but sometimes her cooking isn’t the best. I walked over to her, smiling sweetly and putting my arm around her shoulders. “Hi... honey.”
Tula smiled up at me. “Hi, how was Kuruk’s training?”
“Um... well, it wasn’t much of a training if we’re being honest.” I explained to her the whole conversation that I had with Kuruk, from the beginning to the end. She listened the whole time, silently stirring the now bubbling soup.
After a long while of silence, Tula spoke. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Yes, but he wants to learn so much in such a little amount of time, and we both know how dangerous that can be.”
Tula chuckled. A small, gentle sound that made my heart jump. "Hmm, who does that remind me of?" She looked up at me and flashed a sly smile.
I groaned. "Fine, I admit it! I wasn't the best student either, but..." There was no use in arguing, I never win when it comes to my wife.
“But now it sounds like he doesn’t want to learn at all?”
She put a lid on the pot, and I carried it to the table. “Yes, so it seems. I don’t know how to handle that child sometimes.”
“I think.” She paused, “That you should give him a break. I daresay he needs one. It’s a lot for a 15 year old to take in, especially considering how sheltered he’s been all his life.”
This is what I was afraid of hearing. If Kuruk took a break from his studies, and stopped strengthening his power of wielding, then how could he be prepared for the unexpected? What if I died, and- and someone had to protect Tula and Arsha? If Kuruk couldn’t ward off the Unknown every night, then there was no hope for my family, and I would be a failure of a father...
“I’ll talk to him about it,” I concluded. “See what he wants."
Tula kissed me on the cheek. "Good idea sweetie. Now come eat your gumbo soup before it gets cold."
"Fabulous," I muttered. "Just what I need."