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Chapter 6: The truth

   When there was only three of them left in the room, Curo looked a little fidgety. He didn't know who the lady was, so he didn't know how to act around her. After a few minutes of silence, Jack pulled one of the chairs out and gestured Curo to sit down. The arrangements made it so, that Jack was sitting in the middle, with his wife on his right hand and Curo at his left. After Curo sat down, Jack took a deep breath and started, "Curo, how much do you know about the necklace you are wearing?"

   He pointed at a necklace Curo had had all his life, It was the only thing his parents had given him and his only clue to them. The chain was made of steel and was extremely sturdy. Hanging from it was a little pitch black metal plate. Curo took the necklace out from under his clothes and looked at it before saying, "I only know that this is the one thing my parents left for me. You could also say that this is the only thing they ever gave me."

   When Jack and his wife heard that, their hearts tightened. They knew exactly what that necklace was and who it came from. Jack slowly opened his mouth and said, "Since you have decided to stay here, it is time for you to hear the truth." Jack did a small pause to see that he had Curo's full attention before continuing, "You are our grandchild and that necklace was given to you by my son aka your father, right after you were born. Due to various circumstances they had to leave you at Nailu, in the hands of a group of beggars so that you wouldn't suffer the same fate as them." 

   When Curo heard that, his whole world collapsed in an instant. He knew that Jack wasn't the kind of a person to just joke around with things like these. "You are my grandparents? What happened to my parents then, where are they, how are they doing?" He instantly started bombarding them with questions, he was still a 7-year old, who had never seen his parents. 

   When he heard from Jack that he was his grandfather, he tried to where his parents were. Before Jack could open his mouth, his wife stood up and said in a gentle voice, "Come child, I'll take you to where your parents are sleeping." Curo looked at the woman and asked in a small voice, "What is your name?" The woman smiled and said, "My name is Kertu." She walked to Curo and took his hand. Jack could only stay silent for now, as he knew that Kertu was a lot better at things like these, than he ever was. He silently followed them as Kertu led Curo by his hand and soon they reached the back side of the mansion.

    They left via the gate and after walking for 5 minutes, they reached a small hill. On the hill was cherry blossom tree that was currently in full bloom. Under the tree were two gravestones. Kertu let go of Curo's hand and lightly shoved him towards the gravestones, from where he read the names of the people buried there. "Enn Tuul and Lauren Tuul." He mumbled to himself in a soft voice as his fingers ran across the name engravings. 

  "These are your parents gravestones. We only reached them when your father was already dead and your mother was drawing her last breath. When we asked, where you were, your mother could only say that they left you in Nailu. As our clansmen transported their bodies here, most of our clan was searching for you in Nailu. We searched every place we could think of but we never found you. After giving up hope for it, we left some of our clansmen in the city to keep looking around and inform us immediately, should any clue to your whereabouts surface. After seven years, we finally found a solid lead and Ivar went to look for you himself and it seemed that heavens had not abandoned us yet, for him to find you." Kertu told him the reason he was abandoned on the streets and why they hadn't picked him up sooner.

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    Curos head however was blank, the more he heard, the more he started to regret his decision of staying here. He would have lived better if he had never known, what really happened to his parents. With vacant eyes he asked, "Who killed them and why?" Hearing this Jack finally opened his mouth again and said, "They were killed because of a flame that they held. This flame is also inside you." Curo looked at Jack with eyes that didn't seem to understand anything he had just said. Jack saw the look of confusion in his eyes and opened his palm, where a black flame manifested itself. 

   "This is a Yang Flame, it is also known as an Asura Flame. Only people with special bodies can harbor it, the flame has to be in the body since birth. The Yang flame can burn everything and is extremely tyrannical." As Jack said that Kertu walked closer to Curo and knelt down. She opened her palm and a white flame came to life on top of it. "This is a Yin Flame also known as the Nuwa Flame. It has the same criteria as the Asura Flame. This flame however, has the ability to heal and can bring a person back to his peak condition even from his last breath." 

  As Curo registered what they just said and showed, he asked, "And I also have this Flame in my body?" Jack slowly nodded and said, "Yes, you do. A person born from the union between a Yin Flame holder and a Yang Flame holder is always born with the Yang flame. When you start cultivating in a technique and reach the first star of Student level, you will be able to awaken the Flame, at that time you will know, where that flame comes from and what it's purpose is." Jack walked closer to Curo and also sat down about a meter from him. 

   "Why did my parents have to die because of this flame, weren't others supposed to not handle the flame?" Curo asked in a sad voice, now that he knew why his parents had died, he regretted ever finding anything out. He finally realized, why people said curiosity killed that cat and that ignorance is a blizz. Jacks face turned ugly and he said, "Everyone knows, that these flames will kill everyone who isn't their "original owner" so to speak but there are always exceptions. Some people think that they have what it takes to tame the flame because they are a bit better talented than others, others just do it out of greed. They even developed special formations to extract the flame from ones body and transfer it to another person." 

  When Curo heard that, he immediately felt rage welling up inside him. He thought to himself, "Just because of greed or arrogance, they killed people who had something they didn't and ruined my life as well due to it."Seeing Curo's eyes filled with rage, Jack said in a cold tone, "The people who killed your parents are all dead, I personally made sure of that and in this world, no one dares to start a fight with our clan. Every now and then, some jackasses from other planes come to wreak havoc but they soon meet their end, before managing to do anything to an Asura or Nuwa Flame holder." He tried to quell Curos anger and assure him, that no one would dare to pull off that stunt again. 

  Since the sun had already set, Kertu decided that it was for the best that they all turned in for the night. Curo could only blankly nod, his mind was currently occupied trying to process what Jack and Kertu had told him today. When they reached the mansion, Jack separated from them, heading out to the capital. He would return in a week, so until then, Kertu was in charge of telling him what he wanted to know.

   When Curo reached his room, Kertu didn't leave immediately. She sat next to Curo, until he fell asleep before going off to her own bed.