Limitless

Chapter 1(II)

A few days later, trust for the better, for the first time ever, Moma chose to take Aaron along for her regular walks, strolling in the streets alongside words streaming between both

"I'd really love it if you saved me from his hands more, you know!" Aaron said

He expressed his gratitude for her latest involvement during the last fight with his brother. She then replied "If I save you every single time, when would you ever learn to stand on your own ?".

Aaron could blend into the idea of his grandmother's viewpoint and leaned his head against her along their path. A strike of responsibility shot right in his face.

Moma stopped at some point closer to the forest while Aaron went on ahead on his track. He slowed down, watching his back to see what Moma was doing.

Her gaze sharp like a hawk, locked in on the forest side. And the little boy stood with slightly parted lips and raised eyebrows, always fascinated by his grandma's mysterious looks and curious airs.

He moved towards her and tried to understand while staring at her deep set brown eyes with his head tilted slightly.

She never changed her focus, a mystery knitted in her mind that he so wished to know more about.

"Follow me, you got some things to learn"

They moved straight to the forest with Moma's careful little steps along her empress looks, hooked in the wind like a gem in the leaning sand.

Moma sat down on the ground by a tree, laying out a cloth from her skirt pocket. Aaron did the best he could to follow her steps and sat by her side closer to the tree. Moma then held Aaron's hand and spoke out loud a word to the green field

"I call forth mother Gaia

Mother of death and rebirth

Let your blazing sun drown into my flesh

May your wind take over my pleading veins

Your fluid of life seep its way though my skin

Let your grainy skin get my being stable

Save my body from the fiery spots

Ajé"

An ease he felt during and after the prayer. A soothing hug from the freedom handed by the forest.

Moma then stood with Aaron to give him some detailed explanations about nature and it's deepest secrets. Blurred facts said to be kept away from the world.

"The world's deepest secrets are hidden in plain sight. I usually study nature to get a better understanding of life. Nature's fair, she creates nothing useless" Moma said

Aaron was once more fascinated by his grandma. As though he'd just discovered a golden escape from his stifling reality at home.

Moma actually found her grandson intriguing 'cause of his flamboyant curiosity which she could afford to drown in a sea of ideas with her by his sidesides.

Aaron had regular walks to the forest with his grandma with whom he pleased himself very much. He always got some questions tugging at the back of his mind which he could share with her.

But at some specific point, he was faced with a question he wasn't so sure to ask. It's been hitting the back of his mind but he never found the need to take that seriously.

Aaron thereby chose to open up about to assure his comfortability with his foster parents.

"I would have really loved to know my birth parents, can't get that off my mind for a while now. Please, Moma" Aaron asked

Moma told him about the little she knew about his birth parents from whom he was taken due to their death during the late wars in the nearby city of Glasgow.

He was visibly shook by the news with the apparent frown on his face and tears in his eyes.

He learned about the origin of his name, which was obviously from his late parents, for the difference it had from his brothers'.

A drip of tears flooded his eyes. Aaron's chest sunk in, pressed lips, with his breath cut for a few seconds by what he was just from learning about his origins.

He kept his conflicting feelings from his family, including his grandmother herself.

He was no stranger to the chokechoak swirling up his spine. A ton of roughs and chains to unshackle, but he’d rather be alone.

Something of a lone Wolf on his solitary path. A sore throat heavy with unsifted thoughts. Spiky words waiting just to be uncovered.

Why did he feel the urge to further close up to himself? The question was set. An underlyingunder lying issue which brought into question a deeper questioning for himself.

"What if that fire’s still thirsting for the end of me".(Fists clenched)

An allusion to his regular messy feats rooting from some specific origin.

A confession of a lifetime on a cold menu. Dishes waiting on the hook, for a play button to be activated.

A heavy punch he felt from within. This was a war he had to face for himself. His shadow versus himself. The prompt for the ultimate tug of war.

A treasure of lost keysa key in a labyrinth of mind, the game was set. A deep gaze exchange between him and his dear life. Who was ever meant to set down the ugly tone?

Something of a gentle call he heard from the depths of his heart. A call to life that he had no choice but to answer.