Chapter 2

Fire is beautiful; it burns with the color of a setting sun.

It's romantic, it's alive, it's…

…….Why do you think fireflies are attracted to it?

…….Don't they see the danger that it post to them?... or do they?

It's… dangerous as well.

"What's wrong mother?" he asked in a low voice. Wolfram bowed his head to avoid him from his mother's in coming kiss.

"HUH?... what do you mean darling?" Cheri asked confused, well, tried to look and ask confused, but in reality she knows exactly what he's talking about.

"I know that's not the real reason why you want me to come with you… and I also think that you're not taking me to join you on your free love journey." Wolfram locked an eye to eye contact with his mother. Emerald vs. emerald, intense gazes tries to find answers in the lingering questions between them. Cheri's eyes were clouded, while his son's were clear. An evidence that Wolfram was still unexposed to the truth of his family's legacy, unlike his mother who had seen the worst things and darkest secret of their family.

'My Wolfram is truly growing up!! He's starting to think like a mature man. His intelligence is starting to develop just as the prophecy told. Oh!... My baby!' Cheri choked for a minute in a struggle to contain her utter despair in doing something to help her child.

Cheri was now hugging onto Wolfram. Wolfram who was still confused had no choice but to catch his leaning mother. His weight was now being supported by the wall behind him.

'I HAVE TO COMPOSE MYSELF!!! IT'S NOT YET TIME!!!... there's still a way to save him. I just have to make sure that he is already at the Bielefield lands by dusk next day. He still doesn't know! And that's good! I really don't have to worry my baby." Cheri scolded herself inside her head. Her eyes are now very moist which would be too obvious to his son. So she tried her best to look fine. She blinked a few times and then she's ready again to put a happy façade.

"Mother?... are you alright?" a worried little Wolfram was what Cheri had seen, a little boy who is only 4 ft tall. Her little baby clad in a red suit looking upwards with his still so innocent emerald, sparkling eyes which is full of anxiousness. Then that face was gone. It was replaced by the real scenario that they were in just a minute ago.

"Are you crying?" Wolfram asked again.

"Don't be silly Wolf. I'm fine. If you saw me crying it's because you won't come with me. Is it so bad for a mother to spend some time with her child? Hmm? I just want you to see the world. I want you to enjoy life and meet many people and….. see the beauty in flirting with other people other than your intended" his mother turned away from him with an all to familiar 'hmph' and pout.

"Mother I'm not a little kid anymore. Tell me what's bothering you." Wolfram was not swayed by his mother's usual effective acting.

"Baby, the only thing that's bothering me is you not agreeing coming with your gorgeous mother to seduce a mate!!!!" Cheri whined, her voice reaching an octave higher.

"Mother!! I'm not an animal to go looking for one!! Now tell me what's wrong." Despite the weight of the last sentence he uttered, he's still starting to look like a red balloon ready to be popped.

"Oh! Alright! If you must know!!! I receive a letter from the Bielefield lands yesterday during my journey. It stated that there would be a 'family meeting' and that everybody is required to attend, even those who had been disinherited." Cheri was now getting irritated at how she can't maintain the volume of her voice in talking with her child. She should have known that Wolfram is now old enough and ready to take the bitter facts that were kept from him during his childhood.

"Oh!" Wolfram was just speechless at the moment. He doesn't know how to feel. Should he be sad? Happy? Angry?... "Do you still have the letter?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, right here." She said handing it to Wolfram

Dear Bielefield blood all around the world:

Greetings to all of you.

It is my great pleasure to announce that there would be a grand family meeting this coming season of autumn. It has been a long time since we've seen each other. The last grand meeting that I could remember was back when I was only in my 20's. Being the person-in-charge I would like to make the event even grander than the previous get together of our compelling family. Everybody is invited to come. There would be many things to be discussed by the lords. It would be a great privilege to see you there again.

We the residents of the fortress of Vienus Vulcan of the Bielefield lands would be very delighted if you could honor this simple request.

Sincerely yours,

Anthony Mark von Bielefield

One true heir to the throne

'One true heir? To the throne?! HAHAHA! Kiss my ass you bastard!' Wolfram thought with a wistfully smirk on his lovely features. 'You're not the one who should be there you know! As I clearly recall your not the first born. Dear shinou! His older brother is still alive but the little snake's already claiming what doesn't belong to him! Really! They're gonna kill each other in the future. I'm pretty sure of that.' That mischievous smirk is still ever present.

'hmm…The paper seems too thick' wolfram thought while fingering the material, when he noticed that it was actually too thick even for a formal and elegant invitation.

With his fumbling with the letter, another sheet of paper was shown into view. His mother gasped. He had a pretty good idea why she did that.

'Either the content of the next letter is stating for me not to come or it's just plainly full of insults considering my being.' Wolfram just smiled a sad smile.

But either way, he was sure it was something bad. His relatives never did consider him to be family from the very beginning. So, why would he expect something to change now?

TBC

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