"I think it's time, it's about time he knows, sis!"
"But Miilo, I don't want him to be like his father, I don't want him to go away..."
"But Friks has to know who he really is, he has to know his destiny, and so do we, we knew this day would come, you knew the risks don't you?" Miilo looked at her sister Yazmine, who was still stubborn with her principles.
"I understand, but as a mother I don't want to lose him. Not after his father... just his father is enough!" Yazmine said firmly, stopping to cut red chili peppers, wiping her hands with the apron she was wearing, and began to look into the shadows.
Yazmine knew exactly what fate would befall to her only child, Friks. Friks Sterne was the name her husband had given to their child, the alias of a legendary warrior clan. She still remembered the figure of her soulmate's man, ten years ago he had left to answer the call of his destiny, leaving her and little Friks behind. She tried to stop him, but he was determined.
All she could do was stare at her beloved husband's back until he disappeared around the corner of the street, turning his head and looking into her eyes, smiling and waving his hands as he called out, "I'll be home soon, believe me!"
Yazmine nodded, knowing that the destiny of each member of her family must be fulfilled for the sake of this world and the next.
She was willing to let go of her husband, even with a heavy heart and tears, to watch him go and not look back to fulfill his destiny, the destiny of every member of the Star Archer Knight Clan.
And now ten years have passed, her husband has never returned. Little Friks has become a 17-year-old teenager, a young age, but he must be told about his destiny, a destiny that makes his father leave him when he is still very young, among other reasons.
Yazmine knows that this is very unfair, whose mother would be willing to let go of her only child for a destiny that could take her child's life. Just like her husband, who has not been heard about him for ten years.
"You know that Friks has been having strange dreams lately, right? dreams about the next world, about the knight symbol, the symbol of our clan, and we know that this is a sign that he is ready, he has to know his destiny. The fate of both worlds now rests on his shoulders, the sooner he knows about his destiny, the better we can prepare him for his duty, shall I be the one that tell him?" Miilo suggested, her nephew was ready. He could feel it, the warrior's blood ran deep in his family.
"No! I'm his mother, I'll tell him by myself." Yazmine waved her hand.
"When?"
"When the time comes... when I'm ready!"
Miilo sighed, "Well, it's up to you, but try to do it as soon as possible, in the meantime I have to take care of something first, I might be gone for a few days. Say my greets to the boy for me and I hope you'll have told Friks everything when I get back!"
Yazmine nodded, "I'll give Friks your regards."
Miilo then got up from the chair at the kitchen table, He drank his coffee in one gulp, then went out, leaving Yazmine his sister in a daydream.
Shortly after Miilo left, Yazmine grabbed her head and suddenly felt a tremendous dizziness as if her head was being pierced by a dozen needles. She held on to the kitchen table, trying to stay upright and catch her breath.
The old memories she had stored in her mind came back, the figure of the man who had graced her days, the strong figure of her husband came back to her, 'If you were still here, maybe it would be easier to explain everything to Friks,' Yazmine thought. Her mentality as a wife was once at stake, to withstand her husband's departure so that they could remain a whole family, or to let him go to fulfill the duties that must be carried out for the sake of world peace and the fulfillment of destiny.
Now she must once again prepare her mentality as a mother who must again give up the person she loves most, her child, to go to a place which is very different from where they live now, to a place that is very dangerous and may kill her only son.
Yazmine then went to her room and left the ingredients she was cooking in the kitchen lying around. She took down the picture frame on the wall, a sweet little family photo of her, a picture of Friks as a baby being held by her father and herself twelve years ago.
Yazmine stared at the photo for a moment, then muttered "once a knight will always be a knight", then she put the photo on the bed and opened the hidden safe that had been covered by the photo frame. A little hesitant, she also reached out and grabbed the wooden box that was stored inside, it was already a little dusty because it had been more than ten years since she had touched it.
The object was already in the box, who knew how long it had been there.
Yazmine sighed, she really hoped it would never return to the wooden box. But it had come home, and that meant one thing.
"No, I think you are still alive, my husband." Yazmine half-mumbled, shaking her head. She tried to deny the harsh reality, she didn't want to be negative at this moment.
Her faith and hope, although very small, that her husband was still alive, was deliberately instilled in her heart by Yazmine. At least having the hope that she and her husband will be reunited someday makes her stronger and able to live well every day.
Yazmine really has to stay strong and survive, not only for herself but also for Friks. She tried to be strong and raise Friks well, even though she was alone. And now her little Friks is seventeen years old.
It's now Friks' destiny to continue his father's legacy.
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