"Sorry for your loss. I understand, I can feel your pain." Hayaa comforted. Derek sat legs folded in the void. Losing Maria did a whole lot of damage to him. He had tried so hard. Practically giving it his all, but he had still lost her. Currently, he was confused about what to do. His mind was hazy with no sense of direction.Hayaa could feel that his mind was almost fractured from the hurt. There was no other choice, she had to take matters into her own hands. She decieded to do something she hadn't done before. At least his body was now strong enough to take some seconds of it.Derek opened his eyes. He was in an all too familier room. He had not been here in a long time, so long that he had nearly forgotten the feel of the sheets beneath him. He reflexively turned to his side and of course, she was there. Those amazing mountains were in his face to welcome him, but he was in no mood to appreciate their splendour. He turned away to the other side. At the moment, he really didn't wa

Derek looked at Walter in surprise. Believing what the middle-aged looking man was saying was a bit hard on the ears. "She picked me!?" He asked for confirmation. Walter nodded. "Young Master Derek. There is a lesson to this story-one that I find myself learning over and over again till now." Walter stood up from the bed, "Come with me a bit, let's take a walk. Derek did not want to, but seeing as Walter was already heading for the door, he put the bowl down on the tray and followed after him.Walter made sure Derek had caught up with him before he continued. "Master Derek, let me ask you a question. If you had a neighbour and his dog pooped, let us say on your car. Is it your fault?""No! obviously," Derek replied."What about if you woke up and found a baby in front of your doorstep? Is it your fault?""That's another No!""Good! These things are not your fault, but no doubt, there are your responsibilities. You will have to clean the dog poop. After all, it is your car. You will a

"On your knees!" He commanded, and Tiny knelt before him. As he went behind her, digging his hand in her hair and observing the gem that was embedded there, she couldn't help but capture the portrait on the wall. It was one she had missed seeing so much. The portrait had in it a man sitting on his throne, with a woman standing at his side and two children about the ages of five sitting at the man's feet. It was a portrait depicting a happy family. if only it was, as it showed.The woman in the portrait had an unmistakable resemblance to Tiny, she even had the afro. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers on her scalp. There was once upon a time she looked forward to his pats on her head. When father and daughter had a stable loving relationship without the pollution of benefits and hate, a time when the smiles on his face once he saw her were of love and appreciation.Yes, she remembered, when her world totally tumbled.Tiny came from a specie of water people. They usually lived t

Walter walked towards Bastet one step at a time, his walking stick announcing his arrival to her ears as she rested her back on a wall observing Derek. "How long has he been like that?" He asked. "I'll say about a day at most," She answered casually. It was perfectly normal for meditation to take Days, weeks to even months, rumours had it that some very high Writers could spend years in a cultivation state. "He looks like he is hurting," He added and she nodded. Derek was currently in a meditating state, he sat crossed legged in a section of the training area.He was currently unravelling the letter of a message left to him by Maria. It was in her soul rune. As he meditated, tears fell out of his eyes.In the void, he watched as the rune had turned into Maria. The sight of her alone had moved him. Those eyes when they lay on him, her tender smile like a blooming flower, the way she pushed her hair behind her head when she was trying to be serious and make a point. Those subtle little

Derek listened on with rapt attention, but he was already like a volcano ready to erupt inside. He was only a child at that time, however, it was not all too difficult to understand the situation at that time...The blow was a devastating one. Levinack had worked up to her and closed her dead eyes himself. There was nothing he could do, death was a domain outside Fate's reach, a domain outside destiny and so, a domain outside Writer's reach. It was the first time I ever saw my brother, the great pillar and Patriarch of House Thembeka, Levinack-cry.The tears fell down his face unto your mother's turning cold face. He didn't leave her side for the entire day and night, just bathing her with his tears, begging and hoping it was some kind of prank or that all she was doing was taking a nap. But regardless of his pleas for her to come back to him, she didn't. She just laid cold, lifeless and breathless. She had left unwillingly for even herself.That day, he handed you over to Vowero, my