It was a beautiful day in the Avalon Empire, the greatest place in the world where you can study, live, train magic and be an adventurer. And I, John Isaac, an 8-year-old boy with a happy life, was on my way home after finishing my classes for the day at the imperial school of magic.
Knock Knock
Gio - Welcome home John! How was your school today?
John - The day was good Dad, I played soccer with my friends.
Gio - I hope you didn't shoot a ball with fire magic or something.
John - Of course not Dad, hahaha!
Gio - You naughty brat haahaha!!
Said Gio tickling John.
John's Mother - Look who he is, our big boy has arrived!
John - MOM!!!
Said John running to hug mom.
Yes, it was a happy life, but one day, while Mom, Dad and I were playing in our garden, Dad tripped and hit his head on the ground.
John's Mother - Honey, is everything okay?!!!
John - Dad!!! Did you got hurt?
FSHIIIIIII!!!!
John - Ah...
I couldn't understand what happened, it was so fast... my mother's head was decapitated.
My father's eyes were different, devilish and cold, it's like he was another different person.
In the middle of my despair, endless thoughs came into my mind, but one of them was me asking someone else out of this dream.
Would my father really be a murderer?