I was still in the attic with my grandfather, he had told me the eon keys are just pieces to the keys that actually opens the Time rift, and the are four of them each belonging to the Narathis, the elders of the universe.
With a quick guess he signaled at the time rift making it collapse into itself, leaving the blue mist behind as they diffused into the atmosphere.
My head was spinning, trying to grasp and accumulate everything I had seen and heard today, I was too young to worry about the fate of the universe, how to stop Sylpharion and her angels. I am still mourning my parents, hell I could only handle a little at a time.
"I need a drink, my grandfather said make he's way out of the attic.
I followed trailing behind him, what do we do now I asked my hands on the rails of the stairs.
"We have to stop Sylpharion from getting the last Key, he replied cornering into the kitchen.
Who has the third key? I asked, now walking side to side with him.
"I do, we just have to find the fourth. He's hands on the kitchen cabinet, he swong it's doors open and revealing a bottle of whiskey sitting on the top shelf, with a wine glass by the side.
I want to see the key, I said curiously.
"You can't!".. He said taking a hard gulp.
Why not..I pressed further.
I'll have to summon the Key and it would send a signal to the Epochiels, revealing the location of the key to them. He poured another drink. Hesitated to take another gulp.
That was how they found your parents, what I don't know is why they were trying to summon the keys. He droped the cup on the kitchen table the whiskey still in it. He didn't drink it.
He's head dropped,
I come from a line of family called the Emberis
descendants of the Eon key bearers, for generations the eons keys has been passed down to protect the Time rift.
He turn to rest both of he's hands on the kitchen table,
- when your father became of age I passed two of the Keys on to him and held on to the third. It was a huge task but I knew he had become the man I raised him to be.
My legs were getting tired, I scanned the kitchen for a chair and sat on one, looking at my grandfather keenly.
- and then your father passed on one of the keys to your mother, I was against it both he would not listen, he was in love with your mother and said he trusts her.
- a few years passed and then you were born, he continue d rubbing he's eyes, the alcohol from the whiskey posing a sting.
"To keep you safe they had to keep little contact with you, which they did out of love for you. Your father continue the family trade and made clocks where they lived in Dusk haven,
"I couldn't make them anymore cause as I got old my hands became unsteady.
"Why didn't you tell me of these, I spat out trying to control my rage.
" it was to protect you, to make sure you hard a normal life, just like every other child out there. He replied calmly.
- I won't be able to to live with myself if anything happened to you. He said again inching towards me.
But he was right, I was indeed a defenseless little child, I would not be able to do anything without my grand parents. Without saying a word I stood up and head up stairs to my room. "Elara!... Elara.. My grandfather called but I needed some time alone
I didn't want to be inconsedrate and not try to understand the circumstance under which they made their decisions. For me. My grandmother had slept off on the chair, still holding the picture to her chest.
Getting to my room I shut the door behind me, crashing into my bed face down like a giant domino. I need time to process every thing my Grandfather had just told me. I had lost my appetite, and didn't end up drinking the tea my Grandmother had brought me earlier. As I played there memories of my parents flood my thoughts, the smile on my mother's face and my father's grip under my armpits, lifting me up into the air, the touch of he's kiss on my forehead. He's smell like cinnamon lingering around even minutes after he was gone. I miss them and every little time we shared together.
Shortly I fell asleep, I was exhausted from crying, slowly I drifted into a deep sleep.
By the time I woke up it's already night fall, the moon didn't come out tonight, crickets creeping the darkness engulfing everything out of the reach of light. My head was light, my stomach rumbling, reminding I had not eat anything since day break. I fumbled around on the little table beside my bed, looking for the match to light the lantern. Familiar with position I've always kept it, I reached out knocking something over. It sounded wet splashing on the floor and the vessels rolling down my room.
"damn it! , I hissed,..
It was the cup of tea my grandmother had brought in for me in the morning. Navigating through the table with my finger I found the match.
I pushed the end of the box, letting out the the match sticks on the other side. I picked one and struck it against the side of the match, with a spark it ignited a flame burning down the stick. Then I lite the candle. I sat up right letting my feet touch the cold floor, then I picked up the candle and head for the door. I was going to get something to eat from the kitchen. The warmth of the candle lit my face, ridding the room of it's darkness.