Chapter 2 - A Poor Boy Separated (2)

"Tap Tap Tap..." The sound of foot steps on the dirt road suddenly stopped.

Cylia looked up at George, "Georgey! I will be leaving soon so you need to learn how to take care of yourself."

What is she talking about? I have my father, what do I need to do?

The innocent George had no clue what she meant, "Don't I already have father around? I'm only twelve why do I need to learn any of that?" George asked with his still dirty face, as he innocently looked at Cylia.

"No! George, I never told you this, but since the time is coming near, I must tell you." Cylia said as her demeanor suddenly became incredibily serious. "George, the only reason your father has not kicked you out yet is because of me. Sense I asked my father, he put pressure on your father."

Cylia looked at George's confused face "What I am saying is, the only reason my Father pressured your Father to let you stay was because I asked, but once I leave my father will no longer do so, he has a duty as the Village Chief."

Realization dawned on George, as his eyes dulled. "So you're saying that my dad will get rid of me? I thought he disliked me, but he doesn't hate me!" George almost screamed at this point.

Why? WHY? Father hit me, but that's just disciplining me. I don't believe it.

"George!" "Clap!" A quick smack landed on George's face. "Listen to me! You must find out how to survive on your own. After six years, when I turn eighteen and graduate from the Royal Academy of Magic I will find you!"

Cylia's caring eyes looked into George's. George was on the verge of breaking down, he slowly bent onto his knees. "Thud" his knees heavily landed on the coarse dirt road, "drip drip drip" tears ran down his nose, and dropped to the ground like stalactites.

"Aghhhhhh! Why is fate so cruel! Mother died, Father hates me, I suffer torute day in, and day out! NOW! I am going to be abandoned!" George roared as he knelt heavily in the dirt. Cylia just looked at him, she didn't say anything for she knew that it was important that George realizes that his situation isn't just bad, it is terrible. His situation was a silly twist of fate.

After George knelt there for what seemed like hours he slowly got to his feet. "Cylia, thank you." George looked at Cylia, he then turned away and started to walk back down towards his cottage, no ale that his father told him to get.

Cylia smiled, she thought that he had realized the reality, but the problemw as she underestimated the mental change that had just gone through George.

His black eyes where lifeless, and cold, as if he no longer cared for anyone.

The following days George recieved his daily torture from his father, but he never cried or yelled for him to stop, for he knew that his father no longer cared for him. The only reason his Father did not kill him was because he knew that he could kick out the shitty brat that stained his life for years. He did not want to dirty his own hands for he was sure that some magical beast or wild animal would do it for him at some point.

The only time that George wasn't a corpse with a pulse was when he was with Cylia, for his happiness was real with her, but the minute she left he would once again become almost undead, she was all he had left.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong" The sound of the town bell rang out across the village, as everyone rose. Today was a special day so everyone dressed in their best attire. For today was the day that the envoy from the Royal Academy of Magic came to pick up Cylia, and take her to the Royal capital where she would learn magic for a total of six years.

"Creak" George got out of his small cott in the closet. He got dressed in his best clothes, which was a clean white cotton shirt, and black pants, as always tied together with a rope.

Once George got to the town center, everyone was already gathered, at the gate to the city allt he guards stood at attention, not wanting to give the nboy a bad impression of their little village at the border. For if a envoy wanted a single word would be enough for this entire village to be washed not only off of the face of the earth, but also history.

"Clack, Clack" The sound of highheels on brick came from behind George. "Georgey!" Cylia called out from behind, instantly George's lifeless eyes became clear again as he turned around. Infront of him was the most beutifal girl he had ever seen. Cylia was dressed in a dress, and wore her hair down, she wore high heels, and had clearly taken a bath, which was a privalge in this village for it was so poor.

George stood there in a daze. Woah! She's so pretty!

Unbeknownst to George he had actually almost started to drool. "Georgey? Are you alright?" Cylia looked at him confused, "Ah.. Ah... No it's just you look really nice" He finally squeezed out the words he wanted to say. "Hehe" Cylia raised snow white hands and covered her mouth as she chuckled. Her laugh sounded like a voice of a god that descended from the nine heavens.

"You also look good in white Georgey, you should wear it more!" She said with a smile that lit up George's world.

"Clack, Clack... Neagh!" The sound of carriage, and the roar of horses sounded from outside of the gate. "Creak" The gate opened as the guards stood at attention, with the most respectful attitude they had ever shown before.

A carriage that was dressed in gold, came through the gates, and stopped a few meters away. A old man wearing a black servants outfit was at the fron of the carriage.

"Click" The sound of the carriage opening sounded as a handsome middle aged man who wore a blue hat, and a blue outfit with white buttons the left side, and golden cuffs at the end of his sleeves.

He looked around, and eyed everyone, a small feeling of disdain surfaced in his eyes, but was quickly supressed. It was clear that this envoy came from a noble background.

"Ahem! Would Cylia Violet please step forward!" His voice echoed.

"Bye Georgey! Remember I will find you when I graduate!" With a tigh hug she walked forward. "Lord Envoy I am Cylia Violet." She said as she gave a low curtsey.

"Good... Let's go!" The envoy said as he eyed her.

She would make a good wife for my son! The envoy suddenly though, as a arrogant gaze surfaced in his eyes. His gaze swept pass everyone else in the square.

"Click" The carriage door closed as it set off, and left the town.

"Shuffle Shuffle." Everyone started to leave the square except George, his lifeless eyes still locked onto the gate.

"You look good in white! Why don't you wear it more?" Cylia's words surfaced in his mind, as he slowly crept towards his cottage.

But what no one would expect is what he carried in his hands. He carried a sharpened stick that could clearly be used as arrow.

"Creak" He crept inside the cottage, the creaking of floor boards sounded as he neared his Fathers bed.

"Shhhhh" The sound of his Fathers heavy breathing sounded through the room. "Father you have driven me to this. I thought you loved me, I loved you, yet now all I can feel is nothing, the only person who matters to me is Cylia. Goodbye!" George muttered as he lifted the knife above his head!