"Grandma!? Grandma!!" I yelled.
I was stunned. What happened as I was transporting? Why was Grandma here with me???
Why is she laying on the ground? Why! Why! W̵̞͆h̶̘͐y̶̢͠!̶̠̓
I could hear her slow breath panting
"Steamy…" Ahwina said in a faint voice,
" Steamy I-" She paused out of breath,
I could feel her heart crying out for me.
"Grandma, I- I can't lose you too, please!"
I held her hand. And- it was as cold as that time, in the cave with D̷̫̐a̶̜͑y̴͎̆s̶̭̀ȏ̸͍n̵̘͝.̸̹͒. "Grandma…" I cried, though I could not see her in the flesh. I could feel her heart whimpering, she didn't want to die, she didn't want me to see her so weak, she wanted to tell me that she loved me! With all her heart! With all her soul! Her heart told me everything I wanted to know! Grandma loved me!!!
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But this is unacceptable. How could you love something so much that you would give up your life for it. I hate it! Grandma, I don't understand! W̵̤͌h̷̹̓y̸̧̾.̶͉̑.̴̢̛.̴͈͌ This pressure of negative emotion urged me to fault myself, the man standing there, the captain waiting for an order growled and snickered. I̵͜͝ ̵̪͘h̷̰̅a̸̛̖t̷͙̂e̴̠͌ ̶̹̂i̵̖͊t̴̬͒!̵̟̐ ̶̪͌I̴̅͜ ̶̞͐H̴͈̆A̷͎͑T̵̪̽E̷͉̔ ̴̫̂I̴̼͌T̷̟̿!̷̠́ This fate was unfair, it was untold! Why am I always Suffering? Why am I always Crying? I hate it! I Hate it!
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There are two different types of anger that people can show. Some people are quiet about their anger, taking it out on themselves, they don't succumb to their heavy emotion yet it still weighs them down. Other people on the other hand- let their anger take control of themselves, they lash around and about making the people around them suffer, ultimately making them suffer more. There's this saying I heard once, and it goes like this.
"I am no more a victim to my own emotion, to my own anger than my family is to its suffering…"
But this Time… "I̵̖̿l̶̠͗l̴̳͋ ̵̧̕k̷̙͛i̵̢͘l̵̗̈́l̸̻̽ ̴͕́y̴̺͗o̴̢̎u̵͚̾!"
Anger Swelled in my bosom, its pride that harbored hate wanting to kill. "I̵̖̿l̶̠͗l̴̳͋ ̵̧̕k̷̙͛i̵̢͘l̵̗̈́l̸̻̽ ̴͕́y̴̺͗o̴̢̎u̵͚̾!" This is the first time I said it, though it wasn't the first time I've done it. My goal right now, in this moment, was to kill this man who wronged me…
Despite the soreness in my body, I stood up. The soul of the captain seemed like it was once pure and bright. It was full of dreams. But now, it was fighting for life as darkness opposed to destroy it, I can feel his soul struggling for its life crying broadly in its quest to stop his anger. A choice was left in the palms of my hands. Either I kill the man who caused my pain, or I could kill the pain that finds this man. The choice to do what's right and what's best is neither wrong nor right, but the decision to do what's right and what's best. It's a hard one. The right thing to do is to kill him and move on, but is it the best thing to do? The right adheres to rules, while good arises from empathy. It may be necessary for us to… break these man-made "rules" in order to do good. Doing the right thing is heartless but doing the best thing is wicked, it's just so hard to pick between the best thing and the right thing. So Grandma, I'll Kill Him! I'll Kill Him For You Grandma.
A familiar power surged over Steamy, a spirit that cries, asks for your help.
*Thump, Thump*
The sound of Grandma's sudden heartbeat changed my mind….
The power that swelled and followed with the thunderous flow of my voice dissipated.
"Steamy"
"G-Grandma!!! Your- You're Alive!!! A- Are You Okay!?!?"
She laughed and said "I just got the wind knocked out of me, but I'll be fine."and pulling on my collar she whispered, "He'll be an important asset to take down the evil in Saga Steamy. Please save him."
I let out a cry but wiped my tears away.
"I love you Grandma!"
Again, the atmosphere changed as it swelled in the flow of my thunderous voice.
"I CALL UPON THEE!!!"
"HELLBREAKER!!"
"OPEN!"
End of Chapter 10.5