Most stories go the same way. Protagonists gets their happy ending, Antagonists loses everything and it all ends with a happily ever after. I always believed in such stories until someone changed mine for me.
It all started one rainy day in Rizembool.
I was four then, still happy and innocent, naivety spewing from every corner of my being. I was sitting by a window, my suitcase standing at the ready just a few feet away. Father had promised a trip to one of the labs he visited and studied at and I was more than tickled pink. I got to go where my brothers were being left behind, which at the time I thought nothing of it. I didn't even bat an eye when father told me to pack everything and that the trip was going to be long.
It was then I heard a small whimpering coming from the other end of the room. I turned to look at the doorway to see my little brother, Al, crying into his hands. He was only a year younger than me but was already at my height. We shared the same brown hair, mine being admittedy longer, but his eyes were blue while mine are golden. I rushed over to his side as quick as my little legs could.
"Al, why are you crying? Did big brother say something mean again?" He shook his head in response. "Then why?"
He looked up at me with a face that now I couldn't bare to remember. The innocent pain in his eyes made the sadness in the room palpable especially when he went to open his mouth for the only words I heard out of him that day.
"Promise you'll come back, Jacky," he whispered.
I smiled and crossed my heart with my fingers. "I promise."
He smiled back and ran out the room yelling for mother in an excited tone.
Not even an hour later, Father came to collect me and my things. Mother was with him and her eyes spoke something my child senses could not understand. It was completely different from her normal smiling blue eyes that I now recognize as hurt. The spoke quietly to each other, barely audible over the rain at the front door, and shared a short kiss before my father turned away. The cab was due any minute and my, then, excitement was bubbling over.
The car was pulling in, Father with the umbrella ready, when a force almost knocked me off the porch. The only thing stopping me from doing so we're arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I had to twist to see what or who had gotten ahold of me only to be struck with confusion when I was a tuft of golden hair. My twin older brother.
"Eddy, what are you doing?"
He let go for a moment allowing me to turn towards him and I could see he was holding back tears. I had seen hide not hair of him all day only for him to show up now as I was leaving? But the questions in my mind ceased when he held out his hand to reveal a beautiful silver necklace in the shape on a transmutation circle. I remembered it from one of father's books, it was for transmuting roses to have no thorns and to rapidly grow.
"Don't forget us, Jacky. You come straight home," he shouted through the roar of the rain on the porch.
Stunned I could only accept the gift as Father grabbed my hand and pulled me to the cab. I stared at the necklace a short while before he plopped me into the back seat of the car stating the directions for the driver and buckled me in. As we pulled away I panicked and looked out the window.
Nothing dry was seen. No noise, save for the rain, was heard. Rain and tears were the only thing I remembered from that moment. I placed my hand on the window, crying myself.
"Never ever," I whispered as the house disappeared from my view. "I will come back."
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