Chapter 1 - The Invisible Tribe part II

         Those words were bringing me to a different place, I could hear the voices of the guardians being pulled away from my reach, to a different time, to a different memory, I closed my eyes while the vivid memory became alive around me. I felt the world I was in disconnect from reality. And although I knew I was still in the tent, in the middle of the Invisible’s camp, the scenario around me changed.
          I was standing on a meadow, in the middle of a dense forest. It did not have a specific shape, but it was mesmerizing. The grass was short, and you could tell that this place received visitors quite often for the way the grass grew weakly, some wild flowers stubbornly grew through the place, although not too many, just enough to make anyone that cross this place for the first time stop to admire it, it was a beautiful place. I knew this place, and I knew in which memory of my own I was in. I turned in the direction I knew the little boy would appear right when he stepped in to the meadow.

The little boy’s breathing was hard, like he had been running for miles and miles without stopping. Sweat and dirt spread across his angel face, and I could never get used to the way the little boy looked. The boy was amazingly beautiful; not that I noticed that much, but anyone else could stare at this little boy forever and never get tired of his beauty. Even with his clothes torn apart and full of mud and dirt, he still would be the object of admiration. With his light brown hair that reflected bronze in the sunlight, and his deep green eyes, he was the closest you could get to an angel. Or a freaky demon, as I thought.

For a moment I was amazed, stunned; I caught me mesmerizing myself as a little boy. I have been through this memory over and over through the years of my life, and although this memory did not lead to happy memories, it was one of the last memories I remembered being truly happy. A jolt of pain stager in my heart. I wished I could go back in time, to that exact moment so I could change the sequence of what was going to happen. I did not know if it would make a difference, but it would be worth trying.

_There you are! - a familiar voice sounded through the woods, making both of me turn to the sound of it. It was a deep, husky voice. The little me didn't think twice, and at the sound of that voice pull out his sword and pointed toward the sound of the voice. The sword, was not a rightful description of the weapon he was holding. just the blade of it was almost the size of the kid's legs, and it was proportionally larger sideways, a lot thicker and fatter than normal.
My eyes were fixed on the meadow's north edge, looking exactly were the man was about to appear. And although this was just a strong memory in my head and all of this wasn't really happening, my heart begun to pound really fast, and I could not breath.
The man stepped out of the forest with a sigh. He was tall, and strong, really strong. His eyes were deep green, and his hair was pitch black. His face was severe and strong, he had disapproval written all over his face. He was a handsome man. The kind that when passing through a village or city was easily noticed by the women around and left many of the man envious.
The man pinched his nose's bridge.  
_I am tired of this, boy, this ends here and now! - He grabbed his own sword off his back, and pointed toward the young me.
The kid took a deep breath, and ran across the meadow cutting the distance between him and the man that brought danger over. 
The man did not seem to move. He sighted again and when Kinnh's sword was close enough, he stepped away and grabbed the surprised little boy that just realized his target wasn't there anymore by the back of his neck. 
_Let me go! - my young self shouted while the man lifted him from the floor and he was caught kicking and punching the air.
_That is enough of your games, Kinnh, it is time to go home, take a bath and go to bed. And there is NOTHING you can do about it. I am your dad and you will do as I say. _The man said calmly and although this was supposed to be a serious conversation between them, he had a big smile in his face. 
He grabbed the sword from his son's grip and putted it away in his own back while he settled him down keeping his hand on Kinnh's shoulder.
_Now you listen, next time this happens, you better keep your head in the battle too, otherwise, you will always be beaten up by whoever you are against. _He was so serene that you could see the kid's shoulder relax in defeat. _ You always keep your sword in position, it needs to have space to be swung. And you need to think before you do so. Just because it worked once, it doesn't means it works with everyone or everytime. _ He smiled getting on his knee in front of his son. _Do you have any idea of how proud I am of you? _ Kinnh smiled halfheartedly and embarrassed.
_Thanks dad.
_Now let's go home. And don't even think of not bathing yourself. _He said teasingly _ Your sister does not deserve to sleep with a skunk.   
_I don't think she would mind, actually. _He protested
_Oh! I bet she would! And I bet she would beat you up all the way to the river just to make sure you do bathe!
He pulled his hand over his head and scratched his back, smiling embarrassed again.
_Well, she only did it once! And she did not beat me up all the way there, I ran half the way!
His dad shook with laughter straighting up and walking along his son back to the village.


I was still standing in the meadow, watching my younger self and my dad walk beside each other into the forest and back to where they used to live. I took in a sharp breath, I had forgotten to breathe trying to absorb a littler bit more of this moment.
That was the last time I had ever seen my father. Eleven years ago...