Ashes. I wake up to rowdy Paladins and Ashes. I suppose that's the life I married into. It feels like its been years, but I know it's only been a few months. I suppose the more time I spend on this planet, the more I begin to think about how the worlds works in circles. Patterns that repeat over and over and over. We come into the world crying, we live our lives with sorrow and we exit with tears. We replace the old, get replaced by the next generation, and so on. Circles that have been going on and on since before even the Titans roamed. And in that respect, I tend to see myself as an authority on life.
Suppose, I'm a bit scattered. As I was saying. I awoke today to ashes. Time passes, as I begin to clean my pots and pans off and I catch a glimpse of my little darlin' in the reflections. Reminds me of a different time. Different me. Different kid. I begin to remember the hum of the still, the warmth of the hearth, and the poor little young man, running about the room.
"Grandpapa... Are you okay?"
I glance back, and smile, staring into those green eyes of hers. Aubern hair. Somethin' from her mother's side of the family.
"Yeah, I'm alright... Was just thinkin' 'bout what to make for lunch. Had to cancel breakfast after all."
Without another word, she comes over to help me clean the big brass soup kettle. Minutes become hours, as we both prepare to feed one hundred men and women, fixing a beef stew. Finally, she begins to speak.
"Grandpapa... Why does Grandmother hate him?"
I pause, nervous about how to proceed.
"A-uhh... Who'd that be now?"
She stares up at me, with those wide eyes of hers. We both know who she's talking about, and she's going to call mt bluff.
"Your son... My father."
Damn. I sigh, before placing a hand on her shoulder. She's just a year older than when she left us the first time.
"I... Dalia, it's very complicated. You're young, you shouldn't have to-"
"Grandfather... Please. All this... This is all about me. What happened to the camp, why Grandmother's so angry..."
I sigh. I hate it, when she calls me 'Grandfather.' She says it in the same tone as Marrion, when he talks about his mother.
"Look... Your Grandma, is a very busy woman. She works hard, fights for what she thinks is right. All that, has led her to the... Erm, conclusion, that her way of doing things is right. Your father does things radically different compared to the way she erm... Does things. They've been at odds for a long, long time."
"She said my father's a heretic..."
"Well, your grandmother likes to exaggerate. Your father... For all you need to know for now, is a good man. He might not think so... But he is."
((To be continued))