Of Salvation and Perdition - Chap 3
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Of Salvation and Perdition
Chapter 3
It was months later when the family relationship finally snapped. It may have occurred on a very expected day…or unexpected… it primarily depended in the eyes one used when passing judgment.
It was Ahrida’s seventh birthday.
There’s just this thing with birthdays which makes them very erratic. Birthdays gave the alluded person some sort of backing up, a feeling of empowerment that always ended in some sort of trouble. It could lead to the good sort of trouble…but mostly it caused the bad kind. There was always disappointment, anger, envy and more often than not a useless waste of money.
Angry tears burned the corners of Ahrida’s eyes, “Why did she have to ruin my birthday,” she asked in a whisper of a voice. In the young girl that tone was worse than her deafening screams. It made her look little and frail; something she was not, or hid very well.
Sintro offered a lopsided smile, “Ruin is an awful word,” he said in a gentle reprimand. His hair was short and fair-colored, a shade lighter than Vinia’s, but it was impossibly smooth as it caressed his chin unlike Vinia’s uncared for wavy strands. “Your mother thought it would make you happy,” he murmured softly and his eyes moved to the table where a variety of fruits and a small cake, prettily decorated, waited to be eaten.
Ahrida huffed angrily, “Why would the idea of my mother having a baby make me happy?” she asked with an angry pout, her thin arms crossed over her flat chest.
Sintro rolled his eyes at the girl’s ignorance. She was a child and as such was entitled to a certain amount of nescience and foolishness but sometimes he thought it seemed more like ability, at least in her case. It gave her points in the scale of cute but it took too many in the scale of life. “Let’s cerebrate some here, little one,” he said evenly, “I know you know… just why would your mother think it would make you happy?” he asked with a mirthful smile.
Ahrida glared softly, “I don’t like sharing,” she said all too quickly, “and you are not handsome…so the baby won’t be pretty…like me.”
Sintro chuckled in disbelief and sat back on the worn chair and looked at her with a faint scowl, “Well thank you, little one,” he said sarcastically and then crossed his arms over his muscular chest, “But…it surprises me that you think like that. Why would you want a sibling who is prettier than you?”
“I don’t!” Ahrida snapped.
“Exactly!” he snapped back playfully, “You should be glad!” he told her as if it were obvious, “Besides… is like having a minion by your side!” he explained with a happy wave, “Imagine all the things you could do together!”
It was Ahrida’s turn to frown and consider Sintro’s words. She could take advantage of a younger sibling. They could team up to get more candy… or other stuff. Perhaps she could get her brother or sister to team up with her and make her mother see they needed to get more money so they could be happy. But it came with a deadly price. She would have to share her things…and probably her room. What…what if people liked this new baby more than they did her… or what if her mother loved this new baby more?
Hazel eyes studied Sintro from under long, dark lashes, “You would care more for this child than me,” she accused with pursed lips, “Promise me you won’t,” she ordered.
Sintro shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I promise not to love this child more than I do you… I simply won't love any of you,” he promised with a sarcastic swoop of his arm.
Not at all satisfied, but knowing there wasn’t much she could do she nodded and relaxed some of the strain on her shoulders, “All right… I’ll try to like this child.”
Sintro’s gaze hardened some…and for a moment his eyes seemed to even flash a pale color which made Ahrida start for a moment, “Good,” he said, breaking the sudden stiffness around the room, “You will proceed to apologize to your mother for your earlier words-“
“But-“
“No buts,” he said in a loud and commanding voice, “Your mother ran out of here in tears. You hurt her with your careless words…and you must apologize.”
Ahrida took a deep breath and was about to say something when again, his eyes seemed to stop her words. Her anger faded under a clean sheet of fear and after a half-glare she went out to go after her mother.
This story and characters belong to me.
Please, do not use.
Of Salvation and Perdition
Chapter 3
It was months later when the family relationship finally snapped. It may have occurred on a very expected day…or unexpected… it primarily depended in the eyes one used when passing judgment.
It was Ahrida’s seventh birthday.
There’s just this thing with birthdays which makes them very erratic. Birthdays gave the alluded person some sort of backing up, a feeling of empowerment that always ended in some sort of trouble. It could lead to the good sort of trouble…but mostly it caused the bad kind. There was always disappointment, anger, envy and more often than not a useless waste of money.
Angry tears burned the corners of Ahrida’s eyes, “Why did she have to ruin my birthday,” she asked in a whisper of a voice. In the young girl that tone was worse than her deafening screams. It made her look little and frail; something she was not, or hid very well.
Sintro offered a lopsided smile, “Ruin is an awful word,” he said in a gentle reprimand. His hair was short and fair-colored, a shade lighter than Vinia’s, but it was impossibly smooth as it caressed his chin unlike Vinia’s uncared for wavy strands. “Your mother thought it would make you happy,” he murmured softly and his eyes moved to the table where a variety of fruits and a small cake, prettily decorated, waited to be eaten.
Ahrida huffed angrily, “Why would the idea of my mother having a baby make me happy?” she asked with an angry pout, her thin arms crossed over her flat chest.
Sintro rolled his eyes at the girl’s ignorance. She was a child and as such was entitled to a certain amount of nescience and foolishness but sometimes he thought it seemed more like ability, at least in her case. It gave her points in the scale of cute but it took too many in the scale of life. “Let’s cerebrate some here, little one,” he said evenly, “I know you know… just why would your mother think it would make you happy?” he asked with a mirthful smile.
Ahrida glared softly, “I don’t like sharing,” she said all too quickly, “and you are not handsome…so the baby won’t be pretty…like me.”
Sintro chuckled in disbelief and sat back on the worn chair and looked at her with a faint scowl, “Well thank you, little one,” he said sarcastically and then crossed his arms over his muscular chest, “But…it surprises me that you think like that. Why would you want a sibling who is prettier than you?”
“I don’t!” Ahrida snapped.
“Exactly!” he snapped back playfully, “You should be glad!” he told her as if it were obvious, “Besides… is like having a minion by your side!” he explained with a happy wave, “Imagine all the things you could do together!”
It was Ahrida’s turn to frown and consider Sintro’s words. She could take advantage of a younger sibling. They could team up to get more candy… or other stuff. Perhaps she could get her brother or sister to team up with her and make her mother see they needed to get more money so they could be happy. But it came with a deadly price. She would have to share her things…and probably her room. What…what if people liked this new baby more than they did her… or what if her mother loved this new baby more?
Hazel eyes studied Sintro from under long, dark lashes, “You would care more for this child than me,” she accused with pursed lips, “Promise me you won’t,” she ordered.
Sintro shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I promise not to love this child more than I do you… I simply won't love any of you,” he promised with a sarcastic swoop of his arm.
Not at all satisfied, but knowing there wasn’t much she could do she nodded and relaxed some of the strain on her shoulders, “All right… I’ll try to like this child.”
Sintro’s gaze hardened some…and for a moment his eyes seemed to even flash a pale color which made Ahrida start for a moment, “Good,” he said, breaking the sudden stiffness around the room, “You will proceed to apologize to your mother for your earlier words-“
“But-“
“No buts,” he said in a loud and commanding voice, “Your mother ran out of here in tears. You hurt her with your careless words…and you must apologize.”
Ahrida took a deep breath and was about to say something when again, his eyes seemed to stop her words. Her anger faded under a clean sheet of fear and after a half-glare she went out to go after her mother.