❤️❤️ Separate Ways (Part 1) ❤️❤️
"Take him inside and give him to any of the servants, they should bathe him and wear him any of Fred's clothes, they are almost the same height and prepare a room for him to sleep, I will see him by morning." The important man ordered and went back into the house.
Storm cried and didn't struggle as they carried him inside.
He was bathed and wore expensive tunic clothes that reached the ground. The female servant who had bathed and dressed him, took him to a big room, where a king size bed was seen in the middle.
"This is where you will spend the night young master," the servant said and put on the oil lamp. "Good night," She left when the young boy didn't make any movement.
Storm tried to stay awake but couldn't, the bed and beautiful scent from the room was alluring to him. He falls asleep immediately when his head touches the bed. Tomorrow morning, he's going to plan his escape from here. Luckily for him, his mother showed him the secret tunnel which they had used.
"Where is he?" a loud booming voice, which belonged to a female, woke him up and he sat upright in the bed and was on his feet when the door to the room opened and a woman, skin like the sun, entered, glaring coldly at him. Her female servants, five of them followed her in. Her glaringness seemed to deepen when she saw the tunic he was putting on. "Who wore this wretched boy one of my son's clothes?" she snarled loudly which made Storm start crying as he wished the ground should open and swallow him.
"I ordered them to do what they did, after all, I was the one who brought the clothes for them," Ariadne said as he moved closer to Storm, smiling down at him who moved backwards, his back touching the wall.
"You have the guts to bring this bastard child from the gutters here? Are you now insane?"
"Rose, mind your words and point of correction, he's not a bastard, he is my son, my blood."
"Burn that cloth if he removes it, I don't want to see it. I don't want him in this house, I want him gone from this house," Rose said and left with her female servants.
"Ignore her and her words," Ariadne said as he went ahead to sit on the bed and motion Storm to come. "I won't hurt you, you are my son."
"I want to go home, I want to go and meet my mother, can you do that for me kind sire?"
"I wish I could do that, but I can't, besides, even if I want you to see your mother, I don't know where she stays now."
"I know there, I can take you there sire," Storm said, walk-in slowly, one step at a time to meet Ariadne, he sense the important man wasn't as scary as his wife.
"You must be hungry, let's eat before you take me there, what do you say?"
"Okay sire, I haven't eaten since yesterday," Storm said, his stomach agreeing with him. Crying and missing his mother had made him forget he hadn't eaten since.
"I will ask the Royal tailor to come and measure you before the end of today so that you can start wearing your own clothes."
"Thank you, sire."
"Follow me," Ariadne said, getting up from the bed and leading the way out of the room.
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Almost at the outskirts of Ashland kingdom, in front of a big building, a mansion like, a young girl about 10 years with blue hair which was tied in a bun stood in front of twenty guys, all in their early 20s. They were standing in the middle of a very large compound. Beside the blue haired girl was another young girl of her age with dark hair tied in a ponytail. Both girls were best friends and were putting on white long gowns.
"My name is Juno, your teacher who will be teaching you sword fighting," the young girl said, seeing their surprised faces, she added. "You all may be wondering where my father Warlord Emera is. Well, the Emperor summoned him early this morning and he has to go and leave me in charge."
"Juno......" one began and she interrupted him.
"Master Juno, you show me some respect pillock," she said, threatening him with her eyes. "Anyway, what is it smellfungus?"
"When can we start our training, Master Juno?"
"Now," Juno said and put her hands behind her back. "First thing you need to know is about power and justice. Justice without power is hollow, but power without justice is merely violence. Warlord Fara said that. He was my late great great grandfather. And he wrote a book about it called, 'The Wind Fighter' which you all must buy right now for only one piece of silver coin before the real training commerce."