The Chronicles Of The Primordial Bloodline

A lone berry tree stood tall in the far northwest distance of a compound, its presence exuding life and vitality.

Underneath its shade, fresh and dry leaves alike could be seen on the littered floor.

In its canopy, birds of different types chirped in symphony, as though thanking the tree for its providence as a home.

The gentle evening breeze orchestrated the choreography of its leaves, as they sway gracefully to the tone of the wind.

A lovely family of five who just had dinner gathered underneath the tree's shade, laughing and jesting, a sweet family time indeed.

With the sole absence of the only son being what dragged the number down to four.

"Maureen, you can see how littered this compound is, don't let me remind you tomorrow morning to wake up early to sweep."

"Ah, Mummy! Martha has to join me this time. You know how wide the compound is, and Brother Wilson's birthday is tomorrow, I can't do it all alone!"

"Mummy see your daughter, see how lean my bones are, I fear my bones might break before the broom does" cried Maureen as her face contorted in a comical mix of shock and drama.

"Maureen! Why are you such a drama queen?!" You're acting like this would be the first time you'd be sweeping the compound.

"Don't forget our sweeping routine, I do one day, you do the next, and it's no big deal, to" her twin sister Martha hit back with a mocking laugh.

"Ahan! Can't you do this for me? Let's make it a twin sweep-a-thon in honour of Brother Wilson's birthday", the shameless Maureen said with a cute smile.

Martha's face contorted in a mix of emotions as she heard her twin sister's plea. Though she dreaded being taken advantage of, she couldn't shake off the fact that it was their big brother's birthday tomorrow.

Despite her reservations, she found herself reluctantly entertaining the idea, slowly succumbing to her sister's cunning plan, and becoming entangled in a complex web of sibling dynamics.

Just as she was about to give her consent regarding the proposed idea, her eyes suddenly lit up with a treacherous spark, as if an illusionary bulb lit over her head. Her lips slowly curved into a sly smile.

"Hmphhh! Don't think you've gotten the better of me this time," she said, her voice dripping with triumph.

"The day after tomorrow, you'll join me in doing my sweeping chores... Deal?"

Maureen's face, which had already broken into a cunning smile, suddenly fell, her expression crumpling in disappointment.

Gloria, their mum, couldn't contain herself, bursting into a contagious laughter that overflowed like a river breaching its banks.

Her husband Matthew, who had also been observing the exchange between his daughters with a warm smile, was powerless against the infectious tide of her laughter. Soon, he too was swept up in its joyful ride, his chuckles harmonising with Gloria's.

"Ah! You two, always cracking me up with your comedic acts," Gloria said, her words punctuated by stifled laughter.

"And when you're outside, you both act like your mouths can't open wide enough to swallow water, but deep down... you're both little menaces!" Gloria accused, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Suddenly, as if planned, they adopted identical faked-angry faces.

"Mummy! How could you say such things about your daughter?" they chimed in unison.

"Oh my bad! I'm sorry, my little adorable darlings. You're little cherubs, yet little imps!" Gloria exclaimed, her words sparking a symphony of shared laughter.

Maureen, being never one to back down, wanted to comment to continue the playful vibes in the air.

Just as she was about to respond, a loud bang echoed in the distance, followed by the clicking sound of a gate opening.

BAAAAAM!!!

And without hesitation, Maureen quickly grabbed her sister, Martha, and dragged her to hide amidst the nearby shrubs, not far from where they were seated.

Soon after, a young, vibrant voice called out, "Little Munchkins! Come out of your hiding spots, I know you're there!"

Shortly after, a young lad with a chiselled face, athletic build, black hair, and bright hazel eyes emerged in the distance.

As soon as he spoke, the shrubs rustled, and two 5-feet-tall girls stepped out.

Maureen, wearing a cute angry face, pouted, "Hey Big Bro! How could you ruin our surprise like that?!"

"Besides, how did you know we haven't gone to bed yet?"

"How couldn't I have known? Even a blind man would have known, after all, eyes are not needed to hear your shared laughter from a mile away."

Just as he finished his statement, a sweet cry rang out behind Maureen.

"Yay, Big Bro! How are you? Are you prepared for your big day tomorrow?

"Yes, of course, I've been dreaming f–, Oh! Mummy sorry ma, I was distracted by these Munchkins not noticing your beautiful presence."

"Hmmm, My boy, The Smooth Talker, I hope you're not using your flowery words to ensnare those susceptible girls in the village", Gloria said with sparkled excitement.

"Hahaha! Mum you certainly jest a lot, it's not like I don't notice how shy and coquettish those girls behave around me, but it's important to keep your words in mind.

Do not focus on women early on, I have always lived by that," Wilson responded, chuckling as he found his way to his mother's side.

"Oh! Mummy, isn't it too early for Dad to go to bed? It's just past 8pm, that's quite un–"

"Ahem!" a short cough suddenly cut him off. His eyes squinted confused as he turned his neck to look around, wondering where the sound came from.

Before long, his gaze locked on a young-looking man with a buzz cut and a similarly chisel led face, who was lying in a hammock not far from the bench his mother was sitting on.

As soon as he saw the figure, his nose wrinkled in mild embarrassment.

"Sorry Dad! Good evening Sir, you look as vibrant as ever".

"Spare me all those cheesy words! So you've forgotten tomorrow is the actual date you come of age rather than today.

So, you've quickly started feeling like a man, huh?" Matthew said with an exaggerated look.

Just as Wilson was about to plead his plight, a mischievous voice rang out.

"Ah! Big Bro, I thought my eyesight will be sharper at 17 years than it'd be at 7 years old but the way you make it seem, I am afraid becoming an adult is a scary disease that'd take away my sharp eyesight.

If my eyes at 7 years old could catch Dad's figure from a mile away and yours, at almost 17, can't do so, why are you then excited about your birthday tomorrow?"

A bomb-like banter exploded, leaving behind a smoke of silence in the environment.