Chapter 2

Black The Origin

Chapter 2: vision

His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it…

The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

Yeah, just bright light, he never knows what it is, in the entire more than a decade of his life. It is the only thing he knew about this painting. That it is an Art representation of Ancient times in the Magic Realm. His Dad loved this painting. He knew ‘cause his Dad was the one who painted it. He loved it so much that he put it on the ceiling of his newborn son.

Thou for his son, Alkhun. The painting has always made him wonder what was his Father trying to describe.

He heard the footsteps in the hallway outside his room. It was his Father, Keppler Berhalksawn. He knew he would come, hi gather has been visiting him lately, before he leaves the palace. He would have a meeting at the Castle of Jaiden. The footsteps stopped at the front of his room and he immediately closed his eyes, lost in his thoughts almost got caught when the door creaks. He felt his father's ominous aura surrounding the room. The overwhelming mana, like a beast, was about to riff his flesh off. If he were a stranger to his aura he would have run off the room in instinct.

"Alkhun.." He didn't answer. He can feel the Aura getting closer. He walks to the balcony and closed the curtains preventing the moonlight to cross.

"I know you are awake." He opened his eyes, he knew he couldn't hide anything from him. He sits down on his bed and his father, a Tall muscular man wearing a long green cloak with a mark of the Berhalksawn family in it. He can barely his father's wrinkled face, with a large scar at his left cheek to ear, and his green dark eyes that never change as he was hiding in the shadow.

l didn't avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry, it didn't mean to.."

"Don't lie, I know you were awake every time I enter your room." He was shut silent.

"It's not like that, I accidentally woke up. Every time you enter my room." His father suddenly burst out laughing and it was so weird all he can do was look at him. Well, that rarely happen, it was honestly the first time he ever saw his father laugh his close.

"Alkhun.."

"Yes, father" This is the father he knew.

"Your gonna be the Heir of our Family."

"Ye-yes father..." The gaze of his father's eyes was piercing through him. It has always looked like his eyes were telling, that he is tired and empty, yet determined.

"What happened here?!" The shouts and loud noise of the immortals in the dining room were interrupted. The voice of the King of the palace.

Alkhun was shocked at the sudden vision he saw and shook his head.

"What is that?" He whispers to himself and shakes his head off back to reality.

He held his forehead because of the aching pain on his black birthmark under his hair.

"What is this commotion?"

Kepler Berhalksawn, the Father of the Jaiden Palace was here. Alkhun manages to stand there and looks at his father.

“Marlo and...   Alkhun.”