The Revers Guild

Seven

In the silence of the night, moans and groans became uncontrollable. So his father invited a healer to treat all the fears that were behind the walls of his house. He felt them both arguing in a harsh voice. Hazel was just pensive with all their vague words.

"This nightmare can only stop when someone who has mana in his body is far away from your wife, he has been exposed to mana radiation which is bad constantly ..." The healer tried to explain his problem.

"What do you mean healer? ... Didn't you come to take care of my wife's taruma? .."

"One of your family has any resources like other witches, but he has an unknown talent. I'm afraid it will make things worse…" replied the tabin.

"Tell me now! ..."

Hazel was almost startled by the sound of the voice her father made.

"Your son is a cytomencer ..." Now the title was still a question in his mind.

"What's wrong with that ?! ..." Hazel's father's face looked surprised.

"I'm just afraid if he can't control his power, it will have a bad effect on not only your wife, but also the people closest to him ..."

"Why do you say the healer of that cruel thing ..." Sadness began to take over Hazel's father's heart. Now he sat limply on an old bench in the living room.

"Sorry ... But two things can be done to fix it ..."

"Explain to me…"

"The first thing we can do is keep him away from you,"

"Don't you have a heart?! ..."

"I just want to make it clear, if you can provide a separate room with your child, maybe this will reduce the negative sources for a while ..."

"..."

"The second thing we can do is send him to study at Archain School Academy, this is probably the best option right now ..."

"Why is this happening to me ..."

Silence enveloped the atmosphere of the night. Hazel's consciousness began to falter. She ran to the room. There Hazel saw her mother who was often ill. There was a handful of hope and punishment on his face. Punishment for caring for him even though he knew the risks involved. Hazel continued to grieve in her own arms. He just hopes that all this will end well.

....

The night began to approach the twilight sky, his father Hazel came to him. In a heavy and sad tone, he made a request to Hazel. Maybe that was the best thing to make his wife better.

“Hazek… Dad hopes to take care of you and mom too. But now dad is still a hindrance and has not been able to take care of you. Can you ask me something? "

"What can Hazel give Dad? ..."

"Would you like to stay in the basement for a while? ... To take better care of your mother? ..."

Looks of sadness began to etch on his father's face. Tears began to flow non -stop on his fingers.

"All right dad ... If that can make mom better ..."

"Thank you Hazel ..."

Then his father hugged him.

"Dad promised, when your mother is healthy, we will play together in the beautiful flower garden ..."

The hug seemed to be a sign of attention. But it was the trigger of several events that would befall Hazel. Being in the basement is not as pleasant as having your own room. This is evidenced by the variety of things that make the place look less comfortable, despite having been decorated with various utensils. The night had passed so quickly that he himself forgot every day that passed.

In a bed with dim lighting, Hazel just hopes that this isn’t the punishment she gets for loving them too much. Fragments of memories begin to emerge with an overflow of emotions. Her father always sent food through the door in front of a small table that brought Hazel all kinds of clothes, but she never heard from her mother. The wait seemed so long and hopeful about the day when her mother would be better off never arriving.