The memory started flooding through me before I could do anything to stop it. I was six years old, standing in the doorway of my father's study hall. I was afraid to move forward but my fear was reduced by my curiosity. I needed to have some answers, I wanted to know more. I had never been brave enough to ask, until now.
"Father" I said as I approached the desk at which my father was sitting. I kept my voice strong, not showing fear, like my father had taught me. My father turned around so we were now eye to eye. "Yes son" he said. I took a deep breath so I could make sure my voice would not crack. "Can you tell me about my mother" I asked. My father gave me a look filled with hatred. Soon his fingers were locked around my hair. My scalp was burning now but I did not yell out in pain, I did not show weakness. "To love is to destroy" my father spit at me. "Yes father, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed" I replied. My father let go of my hair then, my scalp was stinking but I didn't show any signs of it. "Don't ask again" my father said, I could tell he was angry now. "Yes father" I replied as I started to walk away.
I should have kept going out the door but instead I stopped in the doorframe. "Father" I said. "Yes" my father yelled, completely frustrated now. But I wasn't afraid; I had something else to say. "What if it isn't true? To love is to destroy I mean" I asked. My father turned around to face me; there was anger in his eyes now. "Do you deny what your father has taught you?" he said. It took everything I had to not reply 'no father', instead I replied with "yes". He looked at me now, a look filled with anger but also sympathy. "You will learn my boy, you will learn" he said. I nodded and started to walk out of the room. I stopped again, overwhelmed by my thoughts. I will prove you wrong father I wanted to yell but when I turned around to see my father again, I held my tongue. He had a seraph blade in hand. I watched as he drove it through the table. I turned and ran back to my room. I had angered my father and knew that no good would come from that.