Chapter 8 title: Myths are Real

For the things that come easy, reachable to grab and hold, watch with small care, and know if the moments go wrong; they only last so long. Blink once and it would be gone. Speak about it, nothing but a memory. A memory that even in time, will fade, mean little to nothing. Just as it is for the common being to rashly be able to live life of how ever they please.

Yet, there are the things are far to large to understand, hold in less chance both hands if given, knowing the chances of care for it . . . it doesn't earned it. Coming to times that's one would wish for it to go away, not coming close to a memory but a habit that needs to drop, and just going back to how everything used to gladly be.

In this life time, what we think of things, those things that were rashly told of stories long ago, clumsily fables that kept children in place, young teens to learn, and the elder to keep telling them for years to come. Even when certain words, names, locations, and even meaning tend to mixed around, but somehow keeps it true.

As moments as this, where real is coldly told as it is. Myths come in many forms, not once being taking in the light, that it could be true. Again, tales of the past change, for better or worst. It only relies on who take them as what they are, real is that of myths, and myths are real, for the being of listening.

To moments like this, is no different in the matters before.

"Your bring here, has brought up mix feelings of this." A small voice, that soak with much knowing, others could only dream of having.

"What matters we spoke not so long ago, mean all the more, than what onlookers could say." Another voice spoke, older, lacking wise in some ways, but enough to mean business.

"Very well, how goes for your family?"

The first voice waited for a reply, as he sent about the room for a drink to the calm the nerves, even though his being came off as coldness.

"Fine. Questions spinal about why of who you're asking."

The second voice took the chance to relax in his seat. Eyes watched steadily as the other, took use of the room that was blandly used for their meeting.

With a drink in hand, joined the other in seating, letting the silence fill the room. Space time flowing with no care about and around them, on a planet that no human would ever know to see.

"Despite the eyes only seeing that out of an outer shell, holds more within. These matters need little as someone, as yourself, have done and lived. He'll fight this when he's grows, but now, a pawn that is very much so needed."

"That's my grandson your speaking of lightly. If his family were not found the damages of this, they would never have agreed to this."

"How the finer ways of war work for things so easily."

The words came out bitterly. Smooth like silk, but watered down in venom.

"I could safely say . . . you brought him, yes?"

"No one to trust at this moment, my other grandchildren do their best to act like adults. But again, nothing but an act."

"What about your soldiers? Surely, they are what handle something like this?"

"Busy picking out of who works along side and who is foe. No chances."

"That ever-so wonderful kind and lame attitude of your's has faded, I see."

The second person not liking the mild tone of the other, softly growled, made a small motion with his hand in sign to change topic.

"Why him?"

"As I said, a pawn. But in time, he'll rebel, just any would with the mindset of living as one being. Questioning everything, fight back for the wrong reasons of us winning this coming-way war, have others go against you and those who think as thus, run as the sacred pawn he'll blindly become; in hopes to maybe become a knight in his own right . . . might be wise to stall that as much as you can, no matter the choices, show he can't tread far from this."

The other was close to say something but was soon cut off.

"He may warmly be blood to you. But remember, war or peace? How far is one away from the other, when knowing well life is stronger than death."

The first voice watched the other wanly, seeing if there was any sign of acting back on the subtle truth thrown at him.

"What should quickly be done, for when, of this rebel mind of his?"

"Let my people, those caught already in this war, and I handle this, and greatly planned ahead, just bring him in, and we'll get that one matter out-of-the-way. You and your people just keep an eye on him of his rebel ways and when they become matters to worry about. In simple act on them, as if they are your enemy."

Second man gave in, nodding in understanding, slowly getting back up on his feet. Bowing a bit to the other, before turning away towards the large doors, suppressing the anger soaring through his body. Again sighing, having reached for the door about to open it.

When barely opening it where he stood, the soft grunts of tiny bodies fell forward near his feet.

The elder man looked down to see of those he and his war-partner were speaking about moments ago.

"Snooping around, kiddos?" He asked the younglings, showing nothing of the cold man be was before, as he help up the two short ones, while the one much taller used the side of the door frame from falling over.

"Bored really, would have stayed; if these two didn't run off." The eldest one stated, pointing at the two for the main blame.

"It's fine, Kenny, no harm."

The shorter one of the three gave a groan before replying with. "Easy for you to say, you didn't have Weirdo here land you."

As when hearing upon the childish name-call, stuck out his tongue to the only girl of the three children.

With the older man just rolling his eyes, stopping the two in getting into a fight, spoke up for them to look at him.

"Kenny take your sister and wait, Ben here needs to meet a friend of mine. It won't hopefully be much longer, okay?"

Two of said children to wait, did as they were vastly told to do. Ushering Ben to go into the room to meet the friend he spoke of, as doing so, eyed the friend disappointingly when the doors shut again, once more.

In that moment, the boy, named Ben never felt so much pain, never wanted to scream any louder, nor know this was close to the start of fears, he had every gone through. Sadly not coming to terms, this was just the start, as when he gave one last scream for the pain to stop, the world he once knew . . . was no more.