(Hey readers,
back with enthusiasm and continuing to ruin my pre-boards still not gonna let it go...
But, it's the 100th chapter on this platform!
How can I be not excited?!
Thank you so much for your help and your reads
I can't such a goal without your help,
Yours,
Author)
Every signal bit was split on...as if dogs were fighting for trifles, The trifles that were part of an unforgettable melody for Hercules but to that partitioners, it was as if a treasure which values much in today's market-like utensils, jewelry, etc only to fill fortune.
And many brothers including the elder one, also sat as if were sitting at a funeral-sorrowful and broken.
Yeah, that was devastating! but no one seem to talk about it, or I did say, they were too choked up with the emotions that were flooding inside but what can they do outside,
It was a called partition, something which would have risen in the future that would have resulted in rivers of blood- shedding their very own bloodlines!
How could they have let that happen?!
But helplessness coiled them... And all sat still...with their eyes red-damped,
"Let's go..." grandma came eagerly, satisfied that he had got something under her paw even if it was the last rooms of the house and a bronze-brass utensil but Hercules was in blue, and with a weak nod, he stepped off bidding a farewell to his farmland and his true home in his eyes only.
And reach back to the city,
In the first instance, Loki again falls to her bed letting out-
"I feel weakness... " that became typically ordinary to the little family of the city now but Hercules was still deeply pompous by his family's actions, that was never grandpa could be seen-he was either angry or neutral but that day he was miserable,
With a deep agony- an anguish!
"papa..." his children called but he just moved absentmindedly with an ache in his head and heart.
And this was a time when the kingdom of responsibility was switching,
The kitchen came under both sisters' assistance, the bed under Loki's, then bread under grandpa and hanging out under both brothers- well it's true, but this hangout wasn't a waste after all that brought us two state-level champions of tennis and cricket but...
"You can not go...anymore! " Hercules relucted to send papa,
"But..."
"I said... No!" he nailed to his words
(All the faces looked questionable)
Why?!, is that what is written over all of your faces?!
Maybe it was from the societal perspective that
"Future lies in education!"
Where education stands for 'Getting a reputed job' and sports on the other hand stand for staggering beings!
The one who cut the nose of their family!
But we know it's not true but that was certainly a time that caught a little too bizarre-
That put revolt into me-
"When you were state-level players why didn't you go on becoming national or even international champions Even if grandpa didn't agree, you must have run away!" I encouraged my papa as if he was still that younger sports boy-
But you know what he said-
"It was out of respect- the respect for his father that he couldn't dodge or disgrace his father's name by doing something like Runaway"
That's called respect... Even if Hercules was harsh but still he was a role model to his children who understood his expectation... His fear and the depth of his words!