Chapter Eleven

“What can you make of a relationship between water and fire!” An old man lamented. His hair had completely turned white as it stretched to his mid back, matching his white regalia.

“I do not understand, grandfather. What do you mean?” The perplexed twelve year old boy questioned as he wondered what his grandfather was saying. He questioned his grandfather who sat at a distance from him, beaming with a calm smile, his breath almost audible. The old man was coated in a white regalia that hid every part if his body, save for his palms. The wrinkles on his face took the light from his eyes and in defeat, his eyes closed and opened like the gentle clapping and flapping of a butterfly’s wing.

“One consumes the other. She is your father’s nemesis. The one to end this feud against your father’s wish. The young lady you would never be able to control. Her beginning would be your father's end. To show your father love, you have to let her go. She will be his end and his destruction” The old ma