Stepping onto the Olphean territory, a sense of nervousness tingled within . Over twelve years had slipped by since I last set foot here.
Well, maybe less for Mother, considering she frequently journeyed to Celesta to care for Elona and . But my elder sister, she had been absent from my life for all those years.
Coming to terms with my older brother's death, after regaining all our shared mories, was an arduous feat. The confines of that dark, oppressive cell where I had been imprisoned were stifling. Yet, I endured.
Cleenah's support and Nevia's teachings sustained through the ordeal.
Naturally, I couldn't allow Annabelle, Orlin, and Tihana to be ensnared in the sa plight as . I would never subject them to the consequences of my actions.
Annabelle was the only one who accompanied . I could have taken Orlin and Tihana, but they were still too young, and I questioned my ability to care for them properly. I yearned for them to have the best, and that's why I entrusted Tihana to Aunt Belle and Orlin to Brida Teraquin. Gladys' decision to join Ante-Eden was hard to fathom, but I refrained from rash judgnts immaturely about her. My knowledge about her and the events on Earth was still incomplete. Regardless, Orlin found his new ho with Brida, not just because she was Kleah's sister, but also to provide her with companionship, and for Orlin's personal growth.
Parting with Tihana was even more challenging, given her strong attachnt to . Eventually, she relented, agreeing to be apart for a year. She chose to stay with Aunt Belle, who shared a kindred connection with , akin to what she felt in my presence.
As for Annabelle, I couldn't bear to leave her behind. I needed her by my side for myself. She was with for too long and she had beco really mature after Mary left us so it was fine.
"The Garden doesn't appear to have changed much," I murmured, my gaze sweeping over the vibrant scene around . Tulips of every color adorned the garden, a testant to Mother and Christina's affection for these flowers.
"Pardon ?"
My stroll down the garden path was interrupted by a voice from behind. I turned and encountered the sight of a graceful middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform, her watering can slipping from her grasp as our eyes t.
I vaguely recognized her – Helga, the Head Maid of the mansion. Though ti had aged her sowhat, she hadn't transford beyond recognition. During my childhood, she was instruntal in looking after Christina, and to a lesser extent, .
"Young Lord…" Her voice quavered as tears moistened her eyes, her embrace wrapping around .
"How have you been, Helga?" I managed a smile, despite the slight awkwardness.
"You..." Helga's voice wavered, her hand gently patting my cheek. "You've grown into a remarkable young man, Young Lord."
"Naturally," I responded, my charm seemingly scaling new heights.
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'Just stating the facts.'
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