THE WILL TO AVENGE

"Big sis, where are you going to?" At the front yard of the mansion was an expanse of meticulously manicured gardens, each blade of grass cut to perfection. A stone pathway, flanked by vibrant flowerbeds filled with roses and lilacs, wound its way through the lush greenery, leading to the grand entrance of the mansion. Tall, imposing wrought-iron gates stood at the edge of the property, their intricate designs casting shadows across the cobblestone drive.

In the midst of this idyllic setting, a scene from the past seemed to play out in vivid detail. A younger version of Kelvin, no more than five or six, stood beside his older sister, who was perhaps is 10 or so years ahead of him.

Kelvin's hair was tousled, and his eyes held a mischievous glint as he clutched a small wooden sword, but he wasn't waving it playfully. Instead, he asked with a curious look on her face.