The calm winds of spring blew in a efficient stream, ever so elegently. The air hinted a silent sence of joy and the essence of the seasons brought a joy to the people of Elna.
There was a sense of tranquility among the people, as they had always been. The move of the people would be enough lightned the feeling of any man that roamed the village.
It was located in the eastern part of the nation of Illova Silema(shortened to Illova). Which was the most prosperous among the four kingdoms. Within the rule of a brilliant king the people were. At the place that was never touched by war and where plauges would not visit the people. It was quite the marvellous sight to behold, the town of Elna at spring, especially the harvest festival.
In midst of this crowd, there was a man, well respected among the people. One they had called for to be a brave man, with a lion's heart. He who worked as a farmer and a blacksmith for these people, once saving the village from a group of wild beasts. His name was Rey.
He had a beautiful wife who had loved him more than anyone ever could. She was known for her generosity and kindness. There was someone that she had loved more, it was her young 7 year old son.
It was a merry family.
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"What is wrong with him, you said?" asked the doctor to Rey as they walked calmly, approaching his house.
The man seemed to be distressed by this question and shed a tear that was not noticed by the doctor.
"I don't know what it is?" he admitted in a low voice, "What is wrong with my boy? I don't get it. He acts perfectly fine but if it's something serious... I can't take it."
"Don't worry, Rey. You have a strong boy."
That he definately was. He was raised and taughed fighting and swordsmanship entirely by his father, and he had grown terrifiyingly good at this art. He would even be capable of taking out an adult when it came to this. One who was capable of swinging a sword flawlessly.
That was not the only thing about him. He was a very smart individual. A prodigy. He had started reading at the raw age of 4. He had been involved in the branch of philosophy, Alchemy and even history.
Rey had noticed a problem tough.
One day, he noticed that some of his hairs were starting to turn white, slowly and slowly. Besides this, his eyes were trying to turn lighter and ligher. This had terrified Rey and he wanted to find a cure to this. That is why, he asked his beloved friend, who was a doctor, about this condition of his.
Rey knocked on the door awkwardly with a gulp trough his throat. A feeling a sorrow chased his mind as he moved and shivered.
The door opened with a creaking sound and their eyes met Clara, his wife, who still seemed like a fair maiden. Her face was covered with a innocent smile and an illusion of calm.
"Come in." she welcomed the doctor with a warm smile on her beautiful face, "Well, you must be the doctor."
She pulled back the door and welcomed the doctor in. The doctor entered with a expression that understood the situation. It understood the situation well and accepted the warm welcome, tough with a sorrowful thought.
"Where is he?" asked the doctor.
Rey glanced at Clara and rose an eyebrow in an interrogative way.
"He..." she took a pause, hesitating, "yes- He is in his room. Please that way."
She pointed towards an door. The doctor approached the room and beheld the sight of a a boy with nearly half his hairs white, and what were remaining were brown. He looked up towards the doctor and there seemed his eyes, that seemed to worry not about his situation. His eyes were turning grey.
"Hey there," called the doctor, "you must be Achromo?"
The kid smiled at the doctor, a smile that was good enough to melt the stonehearted. The doctor eyed his body and saw no flaws. The grey eyes sparkled with radiating hope.
"I am doctor Tomas." the doctor said, "Feel free to call me Tomas. I'm a friend."
"How are you feeling?" he continued, addressing the boy.
"I'm doing good." smiled the boy, "Why do you ask doctor? Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing," the doctor glanced at him carefully again, "nothing at all, my boy."
"I feel there is." the boy said, the doctor was astonished at this, "Everyone's been eyeing me for some months now. I notice the change you know. I try to ignore this as much as I can. I feel nothing wrong with me."
The doctor stayed still for a while and thought about his words. He stood silent for a while and then he finally asked.
"Do you mind stripping your shirt, boy?"
Achromo nodded and followed the doctor. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. The doctor got close to him and pinched his muscle. Then he toched his abs, and then chest to examin him. He did this for a while, as Rey sat on the sofa with close eyes. Then he asked him to put his shirt back on.
"What a body you have build, boy. How long have you been training?" said Tomas.
"About 2 years now, sir." came the reply.
"And you're 7 now. Impressive. Picking up a sword at just 5."
He took a pause.
"Well I will leave now." he pointed at his father, "Can we talk Rey?"
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"What is it? What did you find?" questioned Rey hastily.
"This is strange. Very strange, indeed." he said in a deep thought.
"What is strange? What is wrong with him" Rey asked.
"That is what is wierd, Rey. There is nothing wrong with him. " he continued, "His body, his muscle and even his bones, as I felt, were totally in perfect condition. I don't understand this. His eyes are light but it seems to have no effect over his sight; or anything for this matter. His hairs seem to turn white, but not grey. They are not grey. They are bright white, not the kind that comes with aging. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him, yet this change is occurring in him. I suggest you ignore it till it gets serious. Do you follow?"
"I do." he replied with a sense that had calmed him now.
"I do not, damn it!" yelled Clara, who was standing holding her head in the door.
"I do not understand what is happening to him. I don't get it. Why would this happen just to my baby, he had never done anything wrong, what is this. What did he eve-"
She was stopped by her husband's palm that he had placed on her mouth, gentely. Then he removed his hand as tears shed down her eyes. The cold wind drove a shiver down her spine. Her lips parted to speak again.
Rey hugged her tightly and patted her back as she remained silent. She burst out crying and then became calm holding Rey tighter. Her tears trailed down her face.
"Don't cry!" he yelled. "Didn't you hear. Nothing is wrong with our son. You don't have to worry. He is a strong boy. You need not worry about him. Nothing will happen to him. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong. Absolutely nothing."
He chorused 'Nothing is wrong' a few more times till she became silent. She became calm and wiped off her tears. She smiled knowingly, nothing could be changed now. She accepted the fact, that her son was fine.
"Let us have lunch, shall we?" asked her whfe with a smile that lit up her face. Rey nodded.
"Go ahead. I will join you in a while. You mind if I dine with you tonight?" asked Tomas.
You are always welcome, Tomas." said Rey to the doctor.
Both of them entered the house. A house that he saw lit with happiness, and a family that made each other whole. He saw joy within the people that remained in the place.
What is that boy., the doctor thought, He has a very strong body for a child. Even an adult would not match that physique. His bright white hairs, his grey eyes... Even the words he uttered. The ability to stay calm in seeing what is a deteriorating body. Wonderful.
"Just like I thought." the doctor thought out loud, "What a wonderful boy you have raised."