The Eternity: The Colour of Fate
Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Linked

Two years later.

05/02 Count Kaelmiff, Azasky's.

"Quick! Come there! Otherwise the madam would be angry!"

"Tch! Can you go faster huh!?"

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Today was a pretty busy day. Everyone is busy taking care of their work. Well, 'my mother' asked me to move a box full of obsolete items to a warehouse not too far away, from my room.

It was natural for us, or rather they were busy tidying up the mansion. Of course to welcome the arrival of higher nobles.

Installed pairs of footsteps stepped quickly past my small body. It's been two years since I arrived here as an 'illegal' young master. Two years later I had these strange dreams - in other words, my memory. I don't know for sure, and I can't remember it clearly either. But one thing for sure, that dream, is my memory. I came to this conclusion because all these dreams were linked, and intertwined with each other.

"Hey! What are you doing huh!? Do you have eyes!?" A woman screamed at me shortly after she hit me. That's right, he hit me first.

"Ah, sorry" I said flatly.

After two years, I began to adapt. Adjusting my own nature, whether it's because of their treatment or because of my past memories.

To do as necessary, I think that's what needs to be emphasized when facing them, whether it's Kaelmiff or not, all the same.

Because in reality, no human being really cares about others who have no relationship with them. Whichever is more favorable to them, that is what they will choose, not least Me.

Do as necessary, care as necessary, respond as necessary, think as necessary, and live as necessary.

Thud!

I put a box I brought in the barn. I let out my tired breath. It was not easy for me to lift a box that even with my body half as much, let alone with my current weak body.

I sat my body down, wiping away the dripping sweat.

The chirps! The chirps!

The chirping of birds gently distracts me from fatigue. I stepped slowly towards the window which was quite high. I tiptoed, staring at a mother bird feeding a small bird. Occasionally the little bird hummed melodiously in rhythm with the wind on a large tall oak tree with its twigs spreading. The hot June wind blew away the oak leaves.

Raised my feet to look higher and widened my eyes.

'Sir ya.. will all mothers do the same to their children?'

'No..'

'You must only dream, yes, you only dream'

'Doesn't that hurt? When the dream you want doesn't come true? And when you face a reality that shouldn't exist?'

I was stunned, lulled in daydreams and shadows.

'I know, I know. want me to try half to die, I still do not change reality right? It's just an illusion. But, even if it's an illusion, I think I want to really live there'

"Raka? Is that you?"

I was shocked when a voice called out to me. I looked, a shadow in front of me. A mother leaned over and smiled warmly at a small child.

"Mother! Lookie! This little bird fell down and got hurt, what if I take care of it?" The boy said enthusiastically.

I squeezed my chest-it hurt.

The woman smiled and stroked the child's soft hair.

"Stupid, you know what? It's possible that this little mother bird is looking for her to know.. If you take care of her, won't her mother lose? Do you think you'll be okay when you lose you?" Say the woman softly.

My eyes warmed up, my tears just melted away. It gently dived down my heated cheek.

"Well, that's a pity" the boy was a little moody, and then laughed.

Unknowingly, I put my little feet.

Still with hot tears still dripping.

"Well, let's go home. Brother and father must be waiting for you" they left as I tried to run and reach for the pseudo-shadows that were only on my mind.

I was standing alone in the room. Tears were still flowing, I lowered my face and slowly rubbed my cheeks.

I stared deep into the mirror, and saw a little boy in my mind. He had bluish black hair, matching my hair. Her little body slightly docked closer to me, and smiled warmly at me. Behind him, a beautiful woman with her bluish-black hair smiled warmly.

'Mother is waiting for you, Raka'

I blinked, the mirror image disappeared. No, maybe there never was. That's all, it's just in my mind.

I rubbed my cheek, removing the trace of crying on my cheek. Strengthen my footing and smile a little.

Yeah, I'll find you, mom.

And, without me knowing, someone felt it.