Silence.
Utter silence descended into the hut as Rion’s words struck Lara like a whistling arrow.
"A caged bird?" She mumbled darkly, the tears that were streaming down her face had dried already, replaced by a hollow, aching look.
She stared into Rion’s reddened eyes and muttered in a low voice, "That’s not what I ant..."
He lowered his head at her words. He knew she didn’t an them that way, but hearing them made the mories of his past life resurface, and before he realised it, the words had escaped his lips.
"I’ve seen wars and countless bloodshed in my life... it never cos without a sacrifice, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try... You will always lose sothing of your own," she said in a heavy voice as she turned around, tossed the vegetables into the heated oil and began to tend to the pot.
"Your father and I have lost a lot of ours to that bloodshed, and we don’t want to lose you too," she added, her voice calm yet full of pain as she reminisced about the sacrifices they had to make.
"Didn’t you tell that this world is a cruel place?" He asked, his eyes no longer had tears, and his voice was steady.
"I did."
"Then..." he stepped closer and questioned, "would this cruel world full of wolves ever let a lamb live?"
She turned silent for a minute, and a hollow chuckle escaped her lips before she spoke, "It won’t... Yet, I don’t want to see you beco one of those wolves... It’s a selfish thought and above everything else it’s stupid..."
He picked up the wooden stool, placed it beside her and sat on it as he said, "Love is the killer of logic... it turns everyone into its fools, yet we cannot help but fall into its net."
Lara turned her head towards him and blinked a few tis before a soft, lovely chuckle escaped her lips, "You are right, my dear baby," she said and shifted her focus to the pot.
He looked at her with a smile and thought, ’You look better while smiling, Mama...’
He placed his head on her shoulder and spoke, "Mama... do you rember that you once wanted to be a hero, sotis?"
"I do," she replied with a reminiscing smile and asked, "You still rember that?"
He nodded slightly and replied, "I do... I have a good mory."
"Haha, if you say so."
"How can I be a hero if I can’t even defend myself?" He questioned.
Lara turned silent at his words, her smile fading slightly.
He lifted his head from her shoulder and stated, "I want to see more of this world, of nature..."
"You’ve always been a curious child."
He stared at her face, which was being illuminated by the flickering flas, and said, "I want to et new people... I want to see everything, may it be bad or good."
She didn’t reply because she had no words to say to him. She knew that she was being selfish, after all.
Love was such a bold thing... it could make fools of the sharpest minds, bring the strongest hearts to their knees, and make even the weakest fla burn the brightest — a logic incomprehensible even to itself.
Rion didn’t question further; instead, he chose to relieve himself of the burden and guilt. He once again placed his head on her shoulder and spoke in a teary voice, "I... I am sorry... I really am."
Lara placed her hand on his face, wiped his tears before she began to caress his head and responded, "Don’t ever sneak out... We are your parents, not so monsters that will eat you up for having wants."
A soft, tearful chuckle left his lips.
A few minutes passed in silence as both Mother and son sank into each other’s warmth.
Lara continued to cook and said, "Your father must be waiting."
"Huh?!" He quickly lifted his head and exclaid in confusion.
An amused smile appeared on her face, and she asked, "Why do you think he is not here?"
Rion had no idea of what went on in the head of his hermit of a father, so all he could do was ask, "Why?"
She turned her head to him and replied with a faint smile, "He wanted us to talk before you go to him."
’He just didn’t want to act all emotional before . He and his alpha personality...’ Rion thought and stood up from the stool.
He turned towards the hut’s door and strode to it.
"He is at the usual peak," Lara added as he reached the door, still focused on the pot.
"I know!" Rion exclaid loudly as he stepped outside and began to run.
He ran past the trees, jumped over the logs and climbed the rocks before reaching the southern peak of the mountains that flanked the Redwood Basin.
He slowed his steps and looked at his father.
Haden, as usual, stood with his piercing red eyes locked on the south. His right leg was planted on a short rock, his left hand gripped his trusted spear, and the wind glorified him even further by wildly moving his raven black hair.
’He knew I was coming, yet he didn’t change his pose... he is like an NPC at this point,’ he thought, but didn’t dare voice his thoughts.
It wasn’t that he was scared, no — he was scared shitless to speak his thoughts aloud.
He fidgeted his fingers and muttered, "Father..."
Haden’s hair moved majestically as he turned his head towards Rion and spoke in his usual heavy voice, "Rion..."
Their eyes t, and Rion lowered his head in sha.
His father studied him for a mont, he turned his head back to the south and added, "I thought you’d grown fearless... Why else would you sneak out of the hut and go to the Den? But I suppose you’re not all that fearless after all, hmm, Rion?"
Rion didn’t reply and stood there in silence until—
"Co, sit with ," Haden broke the silence.
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