Wow I don't think people will read this but y'know I'm writing it anyway.
It seemed like the walk from the roof to my window took forever. I didn't know what it was that was weighing down on me, or what was bothering me in the back of my mind, but I didn't really want to know.
I had always been like that. I always knew that deep down there was something wrong, like a war was going on inside of me, but I never cared to find out what it was about. What was so important to me, so life dependent, which caused my body to rage a war against itself?
It was funny, really. I was raised by a woman who knew only how to powder over her problems, and never confront them. That was the problem my mom had throughout her whole life. She ran, and ran, and ran from everything and everyone; it was a problem I was determined to erase from my life and the lives of my future offspring.
I had found myself thinking about this a lot recently. I didn't know why, so I just went with it. It was like downloading something in the background of your computer. I would let the conflicts within myself run themselves out, while I went through my life, while I continued to battle the real world things.
Speaking of real world things, how long had I been standing on the roof? My eyes flickered up to see Brago walking towards me very slowly; one of his eyebrows slightly raised away from its normal positioning. I gave him a questioning look, my eyes darting from him to the book that was still secure within my grasp.
"What?" My voice wasn't very sharp, but it wasn't exactly dull. I saw him shrug lightly before speaking up in the same old monotone as he always did.
"I could ask you the same question." I didn't really understand what he meant.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes on him as he turned around, speaking to me still.
"You were standing there for a couple of minutes." I let his words sink in. I guess I had been zoning out, but I wasn't going to admit that to him anytime soon. I was about to retort with something nasty, but then I quickly held my tongue in. A small grin of sorts graced over my lips.
Brago was checking on me, to make sure I was all right. He would never admit that either, but I figured I'd just leave it as is. Looks like some humanity has made its way into him after all. I moved after him quickly, my body moving through the window just after his.
"We need to get going." I heard him say, and I simply nodded. I grabbed the small satchel I carried around with us before walking after him. Brago knew his way around the mansion, so I didn't need to direct him.
It took him a few seconds to get down the stairs, whereas it took me more. He looked over at me and I grinned lightly.
"In a rush to go somewhere?" He looked away from me.
"No, just sick of this place." I let me glare cut into his back.
"No one said you had to stay here, Brago."
Truth be told, those were my words, but I didn't mean them. I knew that if Brago wasn't around, this place wouldn't feel like home.
Wait. What? Did I just think that? I shook my head lightly, spinning on my heel as I head for the door. I smiled at my butler as we walked out of the mansion and towards where my driver was. He opened up the door and Brago slipped inside first, me following suit shortly after.
We always sat across from each other in the car, but for some odd reason I had sat next to him today. I wasn't snug up against him or anything, there was probably a foot between us, but it was…different. It was…strange. The silence that surrounded us was unwelcoming to me; it was foreign. I couldn't figure out why, and so I shifted a little uneasily.
I saw Brago's eyes dart to me from my peripheral vision. Normally he left well enough alone, but I suppose today he felt the need to ask what my problem was.
"What's wrong?" His voice wasn't very caring, more accusatory. I didn't get mad like I normally would, because it was just a waste of time. I shrugged lightly, leaving that as my answer.
"Sherry." I guess he didn't believe me.
"What?" I said after a moment of silence, my eyes staring out the window.
"Sherry." I felt a vein throb in my head, the anger I had been pushing down seeping into my pores.
"Sherry." I could tell his patience were wearing thin by the way he spoke. I waited a minute before opening my mouth to speak, but I was cut off by Brago's hand moving my face.
"Sherry! Look at me!" He was angry now, and turned my face roughly to look at his. I glared back at him, watching as his eyes searched through mine for an answer. He spoke up a minute later, not letting go of my face.
"I don't know what your problem is, but you get over it, and soon." I knew he was only saying this because of his own agenda, but I didn't really care. I knew deep down Brago cared, I just had to sort of, dig it out of him. I smiled very small, nodding at him. I saw him exhale before letting go of my face and looking out the window. A ping of…unexpected guilt thrashed at me. I bit down on my bottom lip before looking down at the black book on my lap. I gripped it tighter, my knuckles turning color because of it.
"Sorry." I spoke quietly as the car moved up and down gently.
"There's nothing to apologize for." There was a sort of finality in his voice that made me shut up. We drove for another five minutes, maybe, before we stopped. I sighed and opened up the door, getting out in front of the exit of the town. I waited for Brago to get out before bidding ado to my driver. This was common of us to do, venture out into the forest, and so he knew we would call when we needed him.
It took as a few minutes to truly get into the forest, but when we did, I knew why Brago had brought me here. I could almost feel something within the leaves and trees. It was a presence, and that couldn't be denied. In another few moments of just walking we found ourselves in the middle of a barren clearing.
The second I stepped out a little bit further, I heard a distant yell, and then there was something racing towards me. It was an attack, I was sure of that.
I took a minor step back as I opened up the book, Brago stepping in front of me and holding out his hand. I waited for the attack to get in range, my eyes narrowing.
"Ready?" I spoke to Brago.
"Always." I nodded as the book gave off a bright purple glow.
"Ion Gravirei!"
And with that, the battle had begun.
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Bryan~ c:
