Aisha
I just noticed that my boy, Arthur, is growing up so fast l'm beginning not to recognise him. Everyday he gets to work on his swordplay and reads that book all day, he's quite different compared to kids his age. And it's honestly frightening, he acts like a grown-up at his small age.
Ever since he was born, he'd always walk around the house with a curious expression, at times I'd find him randomly staring at the ceiling like something was there, quite odd if you ask me.
He's also so intelligent, l don't remember teaching him how to walk, read or write. The way he questions stuff like he has an experience. Even his mannerisms are out of the world, he doesn't need feeding when he already knows how to use a fork and knife. Everything about him is just weird, tongue slip.
I remember back home, the moment a child reaches the age of eight they were set off an educational facility to begin their learning journey. It took a while for one to learn how to read and write, l would always ask my mother for even the easiest of words l couldn't understand. At that age, one has already received their gifts and they begin training immediately, learning how to control the flow of divine energy. Honestly, those were difficult days l had, using divine energy for everything was exhausting ranging from release of our gift to learning how to maintain a stable flow.
I only got to fully understand the concept by the age of thirteen. My family were known as the supportive squad because of the protective gift they were blessed with, l was different. Born with an offensive type, l was forced to enter the frontline. Resulting in intense training with my father, it was brutal, l couldn't even aim at him because my divine energy control was still terrible. Every single day was torture for me, my gift alone was difficult to muster, it required heavily intelligence to maintain control, l just wasn't gifted with a mind set. At times my mother would set study schedule for me to partake after training with father, it was driving me insane l couldn't handle it.
I never wanted to live such a life, so, by the moment l turned seventeen, l ran away from home to start my own life. Along the way, l met the love of my life Adam and we both got married on the spot.
Adam was a hard working man, he previously was a hunter then quit his job because we begun our love life. He was a calm man, never spoke too much, even at heated arguments we both would discuss things out like normal mature adults. He had a joyful expression when l met him, didn't suite his angry face. But sometimes l felt like he was hiding something from me, l always thought it was going be a surprise or something not related with me, brushing that fact off, l chose to pretend l never saw anything.
I told him stories about my child life, when l did, he always had a serious expression. It made him look cute that l couldn't resist the urge to hug him. I always knew at first glance he wouldn't be the type to judge others based off their past life. And l was happy.
He also choice to tell me about his life, like how he was forced to becoming a warrior in taking his father's name. His life was revolved around fights, wars, and other intensity activity. He just wished to have a normal life, act the way he wanted to, but it was impossible in that household of his.
I'm aware that this world is around constant war between nations. Getting strong and choosing a warrior's path was the only career a man has to choose. Woman were dragged on the path of learning Divine Pheonix. Also known as healing. There wasn't freedom in this world, if you tried too then the judge might execute you. Didn't matter where Adam and l ended up in, the fog of battle will never leave us. Now it might hunt Arthur.
Arthur chose a path of becoming a warrior, it makes my stomach ach everytime he mentions training. He over joys learning fighting techniques, wielding a sword, and even using absurd power. I can't take it any longer. He rarely speaks to me about anything, or even request help from me, it's like l'm worthless to him. I'm trying as a mother, but it isn't working, what am l doing wrong? Does Arthur even love his family?
I shouldn't say that, l don't want to be the overprotective ones. I decided to bring my child here he can a free life, l shouldn't abide his choice.
But.
Now Adam chose to leave me, l'm all alone. But, l won't give up taking care of Arthur. He has a positive mindset, even though he's easily annoyed by my presence. Everything about him makes me want to hug him tightly, he's already good with the sword, can maintain his divine energy, and high intelligence. Something l could never pull even at the age of seventeen, I've no doubt Arthur will grow up to become a strong boy, maybe use power to protect others like heroes would do. I'm also glad he has friends by his side, people he could compete with.
I don't care what Adam might think after seeing how good Arthur's at swordplay. I want to watch him grow up, if l still have a chance, his existence fills me to the core. At the same time, l feel like l've done a bad thing bringing him to this world, how cruel of me. But, l'm sure he won't give in without a fight.
"Good morning, Aisha."
"Ek! A... Adam!?"
"Shuuuuu."