Ezekiel looked at the strange weapon that was held about before him. He didn't analyse it for too long because he was quickly overcome with rage, but also a sense of excitement. The emotions he kept bottled in for years, he was finally able to release it. Ezekiel violently snatched the blade from his grandfather and pointed it at him. Ezekiel gripped the handle of the blade tight, as his grandfather stretched his arms outwards and stepped closer towards Ezekiel. As Ezekiel took a step towards his grandfather, all the one hundred servants raised their heads as if they were ready to attack Ezekiel. The man in red calmly raised his right hand, to indicate them to stand down. Ezekiel put the point of the blade up against his grandfather's bare chest. As Ezekiel began to apply pressure, Ezekiel's grandfather didn't so much as flinch.
"Ezekiel when you stab someone make sure you jab it forward with force so you can properly pierce the flesh, so pull the blade back, then just jam it in." Ezekiel's grandfather explained.
Ezekiel took a step back, while firmly gripping onto the blade. He looked at his grandfather's bare chest so he could mark where he wants to stab him. He grit his teeth, closed his eyes and thrusted the blade forward.
(STAB)
As Ezekiel opened his eyes again, he saw the blade wedged inside the right side of his grandfather's stomach. Blood coated the blade and blood dripped on the floor. The sight of the dark red blood dripping off of the blade made Ezekiel stumble backwards. He was in awe at what he had done. Ezekiel looked back up at his grandfather and saw that he was smiling at him with soft loving eyes. The same type of eyes his mother looked at him with. He was so used to people looking at him with disappointment, anger, disgust. Yet his grandfather didn't. Even after Ezekiel stabbed him, his grandfather looked at him with loving eyes.
"Ezekiel, you can stab me as much as you want, so don't hold back." Ezekiel's grandfather said softly.
Ezekiel was too shocked to reply.
Ezekiel's grandfather nonchalantly pulled the blade out of his stomach and as he did a waterfall of blood came bursting out, but Ezekiel's grandfather ignored it and once again pointed the handle at Ezekiel, while smiling and said, "Here you go. Remember you can do it as much as you want."
Ezekiel didn't know what to say or do. He had never been in a situation like the one he was in. He was still transfixed on how he stabbed someone and that same person was losing so much blood and was about to die. But what confused Ezekiel the most was that his grandfather is oblivious to the fact that he was just stabbed and is in the process of bleeding out. Ezekiel mustered the words to speak and said, "You do know that you're going to die."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Ezekiel's grandfather asked. "You wanted to kill me, so you would feel better, so to make you feel better, I'm allowing you to kill me."
"But why? Why would you do that?" Ezekiel asked.
"Ezekiel are you deaf? You said killing me would make you feel better, so I'm letting you kill me. Isn't it simple to understand?" Ezekiel's grandfather asked.
"No! I don't want to kill you. I wanted you to be there! I wanted you to be in my life! I didn't want to live with my Uncle! I wanted help!" Ezekiel exclaimed.
"I know and I understand. It pains me you had to go through that, but I can't change what happened in the past, and all that matters is that I'm here now." His grandfather said softly.
His grandfather walked towards him to hug him, but he flinched. His grandfather then said to him, "Ezekiel I'm sorry, but I'm here now to protect you and make sure you come to no harm."
With those words Ezekiel let his guard down, the anger he was harbouring towards his grandfather began to diminish. Ezekiel didn't know whether it was fatigue or that he trusted his grandfather, but he fell into his grandfather's arms and cried. Ezekiel could feel a comforting warmth from his grandfather, which led to all the anger and sadness and struggle across his thirteen years on his planet were released through his eyes. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Ezekiel felt so safe. He felt like he was with his mother. He could sense that his grandfather was strong, but also kind and caring. He then said to his grandfather, "I am ready to go inside now."
Ezekiel wiped his eyes and felt so happy, happier than he had ever been.
Ezekiel and his grandfather entered the palace, and his grandfather showed him around. The palace was so massive, the celling's were high and there were lots of luxurious paintings inside Ezekiel's grandfather led him through the large corridor, that had a polished oakwood floor, which had a massive tree at the centre of the corridor and behind it there was a massive staircase and one hundred servants scattered around the palace. He was then escorted to his room.
It was bland and colourless compared to everywhere ese in the palace. It was a big room, but it didn't have anything in it other than a mat on the floor.
Ezekiel, was shocked, so he asked his grandfather, "Where is my bed? And why isn't there anything else in the room?"
When his grandfather replied he said to him, "You don't need anything else because all you need is your bed because most of the time you are going to be training, you have hidden abilities inside of you and you just need to harness them. The harder you train the more furniture you will be able to get for your room. Now get some rest."
"Training? What do you mean? And what hidden abilities are you talking about?" Ezekiel asked.
"You have lots of strength deep inside of you and I will help you nurture it." Ezekiel Grandfather replied.
"But what if I don't want to train?" Ezekiel asked.
"Well, I can't force you to train, so if you really don't want to I guess you don't have to." Ezekiel's grandfather said. "But what will you do?"
"I don't know, I haven't put that much thought into that. Everything has moved, so fast, so I'm not too sure." Ezekiel replied.
"Then try training for at least a couple of days and see how you like it and while doing so, you may find what you want to do." Ezekiel's grandfather said. "At very least sleep on it. Goodnight Ezekiel."
"Goodnight." Ezekiel replied, as his grandfather closed the door.
Ezekiel laid down on his uncomfortable mat on the floor, which was made even more uncomfortable by the hard floor. He looked out of the window to the right of him and saw the lonely moon sitting in the sky, watching down on him. Its something he hadn't done for a long time. He used to do it all the time with his mother, when he was younger, but unfortunately circumstances changed for Ezekiel, but despite the inconvenient sleeping situation he felt great comfort looking up at the moon again. It reminded him of simpler times. Ezekiel let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes.