It takes one voice to start a war. One death to end it. One child to bring the world together. One story to cause mass panic. No one can ever last a day without hating, killing, or making peace. This story is not to describe how forces band together then break. It is not about two different causes. It is about two voices saying the same thing, and how we never understand how we can stop everything by learning about the other.
An albino child was dressed in black. He was walking to his garden, with an umbrella blocking his snow skin. His guard, a teenage looking man who had long black hair covering his pointed ears and had golden cat eyes, was a few paces behind. He is actually a prisoner of the child's family. "Chase, why are you still mad at my family? You did attack me for no reason…" the child said with a light voice.
"You are a demon from below. My family ordered me to kill all demons that I meet." The man, Chase, replied with a grunt.
The young boy sat down on the garden seat. "Do you want to sit? And can you please tell me everything from the start? I want to -"
"Know everything?" the man cut the boy off as he, too, sat on the bench. The young one nodded. "It's long and you'll get burned soon."
"I know. But the storm should be coming soon. And I know how much you love to watch the storms rage."
The man grunted. "Well, it all started about fifteen hundred years ago… are you sure you want to hear, Jack?"
"Please. I really don't know anything about you… I just know your name… its driving me crazy!" Jack begged.
"1,500 years ago, my family started out as a band of famers with weapons. We soon started to target ones that were different from us. I was born around the time."
"How are you still alive?" the young mind wondered as the storm started.
"I'll say the tale, and then you ask your questions." Chase groaned. "They trained me to be a weapon from birth. The elders from the band came together and made a potion that made anyone who drank it immortal. They made me drink it when I turned 17… I stayed this age though time. I kept training and slaying demonic creatures for money, then for pleasure. Your father was the only one who was ever able to bring me to my knees. I didn't know that I had to become my pray's protector. I want to complete my objective, but your father would go crazy…" He finished.
"My father is nothing to me. He only ordered you to protect me because of my mother. Do you not see the way he looks at me when my mother isn't around? He only wants to please his dying wife." Jack almost yelled.
"Why are you still around?"
"My mother would die if I left. Now I have a new reason to stay."
"What? Why would you stay?"
"My father contracted an unknown illness." Jack smirked. "So I will soon control the family, and everything we own."
"Ingénues… who helped you?" Chase wanted to know.
There was a blood curtailing scream that erupted from the house. "I created it by myself. How do you like it?" Jack replied as he got up and started towards the house.
Chase sat looking in shock at the young charge. 'Why must he be so powerful?' he thought as he got up and followed Jack.
Jack was kneeling next to his paled mother, and dead fathers, bed. "My dear Jackie…" his mother whispered.
"Mother, you should save your strength. I have something to tell you." Jack started to have tears on the corners of his eyes.
"Yes my angel?"
Chase was watching from the corner of the room. Wanting to know why Jack was so worried and what he was about to say.
"Mother… I like Chase. I don't like any women that you showed me. Auntie Wuya will raise me as her own, and when I am at the age to reach the age to rule by myself, I will. But until, then I will travel around the world with Chase by my side."
"Jackie…" his mother had tears in her eyes now. "Please tell me that it's not true… please tell me that you are lying… Wuya will destroy the family name!"
"Mother… I will make sure that she won't. I promise."
Mother and son smiled at each other as the immortal guard watched.