Crazy Baby's
Recondite
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"Hufs~" Davian's grandfather threw away the original face along with a tired breath. The uncontrollable strange energy outpouring from the granddaughter could finally be completely muffled. The old man looked bored at the form of Davian's soul which was being chained firmly all his movements. Although it had calmed down but it seemed that Davian's common sense had not returned as well, the grandfather thought. Davian still dared to put a grim face on her.
My son~ Davian's grandfather said through an inner call.
A few seconds later a voice came from across there— saying 'what's the matter dad?' to grandpa Davian.
I swear, Davian's grandfather is not interested in explaining; especially to the child aka the father of Davian. He paused the conversation with silence, before the old lips reopened in dimenit afterwards.
"From 'lah," he said absolutely. Davian's father was silent, although he did not know what the old man's status as his single parent meant, Davian's father chose to find the location of the man's own existence.
"Pseudo room?" said the man with papa for Davian it—heran. Without waiting any longer, he moved to the taboo room but would be surprised to see the proud children of the younger generation in his family were being chained strongly by the black embers.
The man with the same face as Davian but appeared in an older version a few years later turned his head quickly, looking at the grandfather of his son.
Grandpa Davian rotated his eyes, somewhat fed up as well.
"Ask your other two children Kevin, if you're curious about the details." replied Davian's grandfather. His back was starting to feel beheaded as well as pain, was he overusing his strength well? At this age?
Kevin tried to nod his head with agitated eyes, he stole a glance—in order to make sure if the child is okay. Thank goodness Davian looks good. The man breathed a sigh of relief, he survived; if Davian was scuffed just a little Kevin was not sure he could survive the rampage of Sarah, Davian's mother who was too late to love the youngest son.
"Okay dad, I'll ask Adam and Gedion later? It can't be just a sad Davian, can it?" Smart as always, Kevin can guess exactly the purpose of Davian's grandfather.
"I just want to ask my son, it's about Davian. I'm a little suspicious of some things" said Davian's grandfather. Kevin nodded; trying to listen well.
"My son Kevin, has Davian always had a desire for something? Overly?" said the middle-aged man in question, directly to the point of importance.
Kevin was silent for a moment. He tried to think and remember all sorts of things about his youngest son. Davians.
"Either father, I am not so sure...other than he is just obsessed with being the best successor and replacing your position as the head of the main family? Just that, the rest—he's not too interested in what else has it.." concluded Kevin after thinking carefully.
Davian's grandfather agreed to Kevin's words, he knew very well how his favorite grandson. The thing is, if Davian is like that; where did that strange, dark desire come from?
There's something—submerged in his grandson's heart, I don't know what it is. No one knows except Davian.
"Should they be forcibly abducted?" murmured the grandfather, running out of options.
Good option; worth a try? |
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