❝𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂.❞
(i will fear no evil)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Five years had passed since the divine deal was made and a lot had changed, following the phase of time.
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Rivia: Ajayib, Town of Central Rivia, Town Clinic.
• Arell •
"Arell, is that you?"
As he stepped into the town clinic, he realised that Mother had already packed her things neatly back into her medicine bag and was sitting by the entrance, waiting for him. He asked nervously, "Mother, Arell's late?"
"No, you aren't late, mea lux," she chuckled and reached towards him. He caught her hand immediately and wrapped his fingers in firmly. Her brows raised in slight surprise as she mentioned, "I smell lilacs."
"Yes, Arell bought Mother flowers," he replied excitedly, handing her the bouquet together with the scent pouches. "Hashim said to bring these too."
Curious, he watched as Mother brought one of them close to her nose and her expression dulled. He became concerned and quickly asked, "Do you not like it, Mother?"
"Arell, it's not that," she smiled lovingly towards him, her hand smoothed gently over a side of his face. "Have you tried smelling it?"
"Yes," he answered accordingly before popping up with another question, "Can Arell ask what it is?"
"Of course, mea lux," she replied with a tinge of sadness etched in her voice. "This is the scent that your father wears."
"Will Mother tell me about Father?" he murmured and noticed how Mother's shoulder slumped slightly in dejection. Unease floated into him and he tugged gently on the sleeves of her kaftan, evading the topic hastily, "Shall we go? The town is filled with many flowers!"
Mother pulled back a little, putting her hand on top of his and pleaded in a soft voice, "Wait, mea lux. Please wait."
He stopped on his feet and stood in front of his mother, waiting patiently for her to say something. Then, he saw her eyes fluttered open and was slightly taken aback by it.
Mother hardly ever open her eyes, she'd always mentioned that it wouldn't matter since she couldn't see and the colour of her eyes would grab unnecessary attention to them. Yet, she didn't know how much he loved them and the way they sparkled so much more stunningly than all the glass, jewels and crystals he had ever been shown with.
Mother looked in a general direction that she assumed he was in, and he gazed into her unfocused eyes. A sad expression pulled from the corner from his lips as he wondered what could've taken all the light away from such a pretty pair of eyes. He didn't dare to ask, knowing that this had to be a difficult topic for her to tell.
Arell had never resented her for anything. Mother had given in her best to raise him single-handedly all these years and she had gave him all the love she could ever give. There's really nothing that he could ask for more. He's only five, but he knew. He knew that Mother had her reasons.
