But What Do I Do?

[shadow]

Azrael knelt down, gently taking Alexander's arms from around her leg. "No, sweetie. We where just talking," she said, ruffling her brother's hair.Why couldn't this egotistical Warlcok see that she was just trying to protect her and her brother, and through that, every other of magical blood? "Azzie, what's he talking about?" Alex asked, looking towards the paper in her hand. She shoved it into her pocket before standing and looking the warlock in the eye again. "It's nothing, Alex. He wants to know the end of the story we where reading, if the evil Warlock gets away with his evil deeds to the witch. But he has to know the rest of the story to figure that out, "She looked down at Alexander again, smiling tenderly. "It's the rule for every story, after all," She said as she took his hand.

It was almost certain that the Warlock would be too stupid to understand that she wasn't talking about their current situation, but she wouldn't bother explaining to the likes of him, anyway. "Oh, that makes sense, Azzie!" Alexander said, blisfully ignorant as his sister led him from the library. At least she got the spell, and that's all that mattered, in the end,

[Jisa]

Alex Custodio

I know that I remember you, I think that you remember me too.
How can one of us still feel blessed when the other one's lost?

Alex looked away from the clear love and affection between this witch and the little boy. They had to be related somehow, it was obvious. He respected the witch’s wish to keep the true situation away from the little boy. However, this was bothersome and tiresome and anything else that meant irritating- preferably with a ‘some’ at the end. It sounded better. His knowledge was extensive enough to catch that he wasn’t the warlock in the ‘story’- but it still put a bitter taste in his mouth. Alex almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself from sparking another argument. He shook his head as the ignorant coward walked away. Obviously she had a story that had wounded her, but was she so pig-headed to think that she was the only one? And because of that only she knew well enough to make a decision for the good or bad of the whole witch and warlock race. Alex waited a few minutes before exiting the library and taking in a breath of sharp spring air.

Wounds eventually stopped bleeding and became scars. Forgotten. Just a mark, a small reminder. The trick was to deal with the cut and not hinder anyone else in the process. Instead of stopping progress, learn to adapt.

“Because you’re not the only one, witch.”

Alex said to no one in particular but the beautiful day that stretched around him in Silverthorn Crossing.

I know you got to feel the change, it just get's worse when it stays the same.
How can one of us still feel blessed when the other one is so lost?