Chore of Holders

Chapter seven

Blood was all over the floor, I had difficulty while walking, my knees felt numb, my throat went dry, and I was still trying to figure out the place, it was a dark place, where I could smell the blood, there were dead bodies around me and I was standing with a statue. In search of light, I started walking towards the other end, having difficulty in breathing, my chest got heavier and I felt weak. 

After walking for a minute, I saw a light coming from right, following it, I found a tall wall and that light made me realize it was a deep underground dungeon, there was not even enough air to inhale. Meanwhile I was busy looking around, I heard a heavy voice coming from right behind me with so much light, I turned around and saw an old man; but he was looking so fresh and active, that I felt hope, his vibe was so refreshing that it gave me some other kind of energy even though my condition was miserable at that time, I had difficulty in breathing, I could not walk, I was scared and tired but the sight of this old man was so good. “You have been chosen my son, do not ever lose hope in Him, He is the master of all, the Lord of everything, He has planned the best for you, and remember not to forget your mission of spreading goodness. Everybody in this world is sent for a reason. Remember wherever you are, He is watching you and will help you in the most unexpected ways, do not ever forget that the good soul inside you can fight everything, no one can defeat you if you are firm in what you believe”, He said and all his words were so soothing and motivating that I felt like every single word was craved inside my heart. I suddenly saw so much light that I could not see properly I covered my eyes with my hand, after a second when I reopened my eyes I was standing in the middle of a garden. 

“It is already 10 Al, why you are not up? You okay?” I heard my mum’s voice; she moved the curtains aside and sat in front of me in my bed while I was lying there, barely opening my eyes, so it was a dream, I thought in my head. “Yeah mom, I am all good it is just I was tired, I will just come back in fifteen minutes; have to take shower;I have to tell you something; stay here”, my mum nodded to my words and I quickly got out of my bed. 

I came out my closet room and sat on the couch with my mum, she was already worried and curious on what I was going to tell her. I noticed her facial expressions; she was not really hoping something good I could tell. I started to compose appropriate words in my head so that my mum could get my point and not get worried. I told her about each and every single thing from the beginning, about the dreams, about that man, about me consulting people around the world through video calls, my research for that sign, and my information about that man. I also told her about the recent dreams and the dream of last night. She patiently was listening to whatever I was telling her, she was not worried at all then; in fact; she got more comfortable and relaxed. After I finished up nervously, she held my hand and hugged me instantly. “I knew all of this a long time ago, the first time you told me that you saw a man with a gown and all, you were only seven Al, I got afraid, I thought it might cost you, I thought it might hurt you being a descendant of Martin Holder, at first I could not believe, I tried my best to ignore those thoughts, with time, you told me about dreams, I consulted different people, even your father knows, Samantha too is well aware of this, he wanted me to tell you this a long time ago but I was the one who was afraid, I was afraid that you were not secured, the evil might hurt you if you reveal who you are. But now, you are all grown up and mature, a sensible man, I know you can fight now, you are ready to show who you are, your strength is your inner beauty, the way you think good for others, always remember you can fight anything if you are optimistic and hopeful plus ambitious in whatever you do, I am proud of you my son, you will always have all of us at your back”. My mother and I had a very long conversation on this; we were having a time like this after so long. It was so pleasant and peaceful talking to my mum and opening up to her. We wrapped up our conversation because my mum asked me to have breakfast as it was already late. 

At the breakfast table, my family was once again together and they all expressed their happiness for me. I was only thinking about telling all of this to Mira now because what she says, how she reacts will determine my mood for the rest of the day or maybe longer. 

“Hey, what’s the matter? Alex, tell me what did they say? Did Eric tell you about the solution? Did that counseling help you? You’re quite since the start, it’s really bothering me now, come on tell me, I promise I will understand don’t worry, it’s going to be alright”, Mira was standing in front while looking at me with her wide eyes opened. I asked her to sit on the bench of university garden with me. “So, okay I’ve got to do this, Mira I am the one, I am the descendant of Martin Holder...” I stated while thinking that now I have to tell her everything so that she knows and doesn’t get worried anymore. I finished up speaking and examined her face, she looked baffled, I thought she did not get anything but to my surprise she answered, “Alex this is super weird I am telling you, this is not real, come on, it is 21st century, 2020, who would have thought of all this, I do not believe it, what it has to do with you? And are you sure about it that whatever you just said is realistic and not your imagination? I mean, this seems so unrealistic and illogical, you are the descendant of Martin Holder which I don’t in fact nobody is even sure about is existence, how come you can assume that you have such powers to identify evil and you are the one who is chosen to fight against the devil. I am not getting any single thing, please explain logically”, she said sternly, her tone expressed clearly that she was mad at this point; on the other hand I got disappointed, honestly, she has not been like this ever, she has always been supportive and understanding then why she is not getting me now, I used to tell her about the story of Martin Holder and she called it interesting, I never knew she does not believe it. She was staring at me blankly, her tone was cold and I got agitated, I could not take this, I stood up and said “I cannot do anything about it now, if you want to believe me then you are welcome, if you do not want to then help yourself Mira, because this is not the way you should be talking about my family history “unrealistic, illogical” as if they are fake, you are really pushing this one; look at you; instead of understanding and helping me out in this, what you did? You have simply disappointed me by your words”, to this Mira got exasperated and she replied in a loud voice “What makes you think that you can get screwed up at me like this without any proper reason? Look, there is no point in getting disappointed at my words, I’ve watched them already, I am just saying that are you sure the story is not fake? Are you sure it is not your illusion? Because I don’t think it’s something to be believed at, this is not a fantasy world Al, its real, only practical things can happen on this earth, you getting me?”, with this she made me even more confused and irritated. “I think I should get back to home it is already late, bye”, and I left her on that bench.