Setosolace

Explanation Part 2

~Still in the weird flashback spell thing and still Seto's POV~

I willed the scene to shift to five weeks later. I was walking through the woods with my hand in my fathers. Ever since he had woken up about three weeks before he had been holding my hand unless he or I really needed to let go. We were walking along the path that we had ran to escape. A foul odor made itself noticeable and my dad whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes." . I nodded and did as told. I sensed the use of magic and he guided me using his free hand. When we stopped walking and the magical presence was gone, I opened my eyes to see my dad sipping on a red bull. He was standing in front of a ditch with a pile of dirt besides it, along with a shovel. Beside me was a coffin. I looked around to assess where we were.

The backyard of my old house. It gave me chills and I looked up at my dad, who by now had incinerated the empty can. I just then noticed the deep red coffin at his feet. He looked down at me and smiled wearily. "Do as I do." He said somewhat saddly. I nodded again, resisting the urge to blink. My dad closed his eyes, still holding my hand. I felt a tear collect in the corner of my eye. Our magic was doing something, most likely burying the coffin. Suddenly a tombstone appeared in my mind. This happened whenever I created anything from magic, so I had gotten used to it. Words in neat writing appeared in the stone, without my willing to. I felt my dad nudge me, as a gesture saying it was my turn. I wrote the words I wanted to say so badly on the tomb in a small, scrawly handwriting. When I opened my eyes, The tomb was there, in the dirt at the head of where the ditch was now filled. I felt the tear run down my cheek as I read the stone.

"I love you mommy." I ended up saying outloud. I rustling was heard and my dad pulled me close and teleported us home. The scene fast forwarded it to 7 years later. I was sitting on a swing at a school with numerous bandages on my arms. My dad had enrolled me to a school but I missed it most of the time. I was ridiculously self-unaware. I didn't get most social ques. A lot of people thought I had mental issues or was dyslexic because even at age eleven, I was reading various european languages. I was swinging lightly, reading a book on italian wives tales. Someone walked up to me and pushed my back, startling me slightly. I turned my head around to see one of the kids that bullied me. I sighed as he removed the sing out from under me, causing me to land on my arm. I hissed quietly as the wood chips rubbed up against my arm. 

"Hey retard! Why don't you talk, y'know, like a normal kid!" He scoffed. I looked up, tired of this shit. I didn't talk to most people in elementary, scared of what they'd think of me. The realization of the fact that they didn't like me anyways hit me like a car and a stern, slightly angry look was plastered onto my face and showed no signs of leaving.

"You wouldn't like what you'd hear, but now that I think about it, I don't care. I'm not retarded, but you might considering you think that you can do this and end up with a good life. News flash to idiot: The world doesn't work like that and karma kicks butt." I snapped in a slight rant. The kid's eyes widened as if it was a miracle that I was talking, which in reality it probably was. Some more kids had started to pay attention to us, seeing the miracle at play. The attention directed at me made me uncomfortable. My hands started tingling with magical energy and I picked up my backpack slowly. After I grabbed it, I walked to the edge of the circle that had now formed around us. I glared up at a girl and a guy, both taller than me. I lightly pushed the guy out of the way with one hand and walked away from the movie-like scene that had formed around us.

I walked home and plopped my backpack down on the porch, waiting outside for my dad. He had been teaching me spells and about our history. I knew something was wrong when it turned dark and he still wasn't home. Days passed and I still hadn't heard from him. My life got lonely, but I did retaliate whenever kids would blatantly bully me. I continued my studies through the extensive library that contained numerous fairy tale books, spell books and history books. The scene faded as I opened my eyes slowly. 

~Le end of flashback thingy~

My eyes were stiff and my face was most likely expressionless, my body as tired as it was before. I quickly summoned the magical red bull and drank it. Everyone slowly started to open their eyes and look at me, shocked. 'Great, now I need to deal with a hell of a lot of aftermath...'