Typer’s room: Hello guys. Today’s second chapter!

Well, with this we are left with another cliffhanger and one of the main mysteries of this story. Next update should be a few hours later, so keep a look out, because we soon get to see a character I personally like a lot. (The one after next chapter, though.)

As I said before, this is VASTLY a work in progress, and wasn’t made to be posted initially, so there might be some inconsistencies. If so, please do tell me, as I want to make it an enjoyable read ^^

May your reading be enjoyable.

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Well, mother disappearance wasn’t all that sudden, to tell the truth. It started subtly, with her getting slightly anxious about something from time to time. At times she would simply stop whatever she was doing for a brief second to come and take a look at me, a conflicted gaze resting in her face. Afterwards, she would shake her head and go back to work as if her motivation had renewed.

At first I thought it was mostly only a mother looking worried to her daughter…

Daughter…

So, I mostly ignored it and focused on trying to copy what mother did when she went off flying in the sky, trying to move my energy around my body the best I could. However, it was a lot more difficult than what I would have thought. Even if I managed to move my energy, it was nowhere near as fluidic and precise as mother’s. Rather, it felt like trying to move a car that had it’s handbrakes on.

Not exactly, but it’s the best that I could come up with. Do you know how hard it is to explain a feeling to someone who doesn’t have it?

Anyway, I spend most of my time in the cradle that I wasn’t hungry or sleeping trying to move around my energy. Sometimes I also tried crawling, but my body wasn’t strong enough yet, so I simply laid around and would roll to my sides when I wanted to move.

Days come and gone, but even with all my training to get my energy moving, I couldn’t bring myself to make it flow so nicely as mother’s, but on the other hand, due to me constantly using my perception, I could now sense things far better than what I did previously. My normal range now went as far as the old focused one, and the focused one going all the way to the nearby road. Spying things moving somehow became a hobby of mine.

Well, this also allowed me to notice a much subtler thing.

Mother’s mood somewhat reflected on her energy. Whenever she was happy, her energy would feel like it would start trembling slightly faster, while when sad, it would move slow and sluggishly. They were all subtle differences, but they were there.

Also, I managed to understand all the words that mother and father spoke after some months of listening around. Well, not all, but everything I needed needed to actually understand what was going on with my family.

Firstly, mother’s name is Lin, and from what I got, it seems that she sells self-made things like clothes and woodworks. Father is called Ran, and is the owner of the village’s main blacksmith store. They work with pretty much everything we may need, from simple swords to harvesting scythes. There were even times when I saw him forging a full plate body armor.

And during the times when both mother and father were together, I could feel as both of them started to tremble in happiness. They would spend their time together with each other and smile in a silly at each other.

However, when mother was alone, she would look towards father’s direction with a worried gaze that would break anyone’s heart. So, I made the best I could do as her… Direct descendant, and would start asking for attention and giggle happily whenever she took me into her arms.

This also somehow led me to get addicted to something.

PETTING FEELS SOO GOOD!

Seriously, this isn’t a feeling of this world. Whenever mother or father patted my head, I would become unable to even dream of crying. And this made father and mother laugh at my situation, as I would giggle uncontrollably whenever they touched my head.

I digress… Back to the matter at hand.

Thanks to my skill, I could at the very least say that mother held no ill feeling towards either father or me. If something she seemed to be hesitant about something, as if not knowing how to say something.

Another thing I noticed was that mother kept her super-human skills for when she was alone. Or at least when we were alone with each other. I couldn’t say for sure whether father already knew or not, but at the very least I knew that she kept it hidden from everyone else in the village.

Thanks to my constant “training”, I somehow managed to learn how to crawl a little earlier than the usual, taking me only six months to do so. Instead of leaving mother and father confused or surprised, they became ecstatic as they hugged me and called me a genius. Being someone who always liked some praise, I decided to become good enough to walk in the shortest amount of time possible, and this made me crawl around. A Lot.

This also allowed me to explore the house on my own, leading me to some other rooms and depots mother never took me to. Probably because she thought there wouldn’t be anything interesting for me there.

She couldn’t be any more wrong.

In one of the rooms was a small blacksmith workshop, with some very basic equipment. Nothing compared to the one that father owned at the village, but still much more than what a beginner would ever need.

I made sure to make a mental note to come back here once I was old enough to start working with the forge. From the times that mother took me to see father working in the forge, I ended up getting really curious about how it feels to forge a weapon of your own.

In the room right next to that one were many of what to be father’s personal works. Some simple swords and armors that he stored away. But while scavenging around for interesting things (and being careful to not go anywhere dangerous), I found what looked like a small scroll, tucked away in the middle of some old looking robes.

Seeing it, I felt my curiosity peaking, and used my infallible skill of mind control against mother.

“Get!” I said while pointing towards the scroll and smiling.

Mother blinked surprised and followed the direction my finger was pointing at. Seeing the scroll, her own eyes widened in surprise as she quickly pulled it out and opened it for herself.

“Oh. A simple Spirit Molding technique.” She said with a wry smile. “Now, how did Ran get a hold of this?” She said while looking at the robes with a confused look. “Oh! Wasn’t there that request from that clan?” She said with nod.

“See?” I asked confused while sitting down on the dusty ground. Spirit gathering technique? What’s that? Getting curious I quickly extended my arms to Lin while trying to tell her to give it to me. Although the words never formed, the meaning did, and mother smiled awkwardly.

“Geez, why would you want an old and dusty scroll like this?” She asked as she crouched down and spread the scroll in front of me.

On it were many letters that I had no idea whatsoever of their meanings. But, there were a few images that caught my attention. Taking a closer look, I saw the image as it showed the outline of a man sitting in a position similar to the ones that monks took when meditating. Within the man there were a few red dots marking some places as well as something that looked like a smoke surrounding him and going inside of him.

Taking a good long look at it, an idea surged in my mind.

I sat down as the man in the image showed, for a moment completely forgetting about mother, and then focused my sense.

Well… Nothing happened.

Really, it was disappointing to the point that it hurts.

“Lia, you silly girl.” She said with a short giggle. “There’s no way you would be able to use spirit molding like that!” Mother said while giggling. She then quickly took the scroll away and rolled it in a bundle. “Now, let’s take this to your father’s room. He might want to know that we found it.” She told me while picking me up.

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I mumbled something of acceptance while I let myself be raised from the ground.

“But… Talking about spirit… It’s… Almost time, huh?” She said suddenly, her voice growing lower and melancholic.

She left me confused with that tone, and a feeling of dread sprout deep within my heart.

From that day forward, mother’s energy started to drop.

At first it was slowly at first, but as time went by it became faster and faster. Feeling worried about that, I tried to follow her around the best possible around the house and out, as there were times that she would even from my sense, but she kept putting me in the cradle whenever she couldn’t have me close by.

Thankfully, I found a way to open the side and slide away in a safe way, so even the cradle couldn’t hold me in anymore.

Mother clearly became troubled by this, as the day after she quickly used her wood-working skills to lock my brand new exit. I tried fiddling around to see if I could open it in some other way, but to no avail. Mother’s skill is first class, and not even brute strengthening my way out worked, not that I had that much brute strength, though.

Feeling that mother was about to leave the range from my sense once again, I decided that I had to be with her no matter what to find what was happening.

So, I resorted to my last weapon.

I cried.

In the blink of an eye mother appeared in front of the cradle, even when she was on the very end of my sense. She looked around worried, seeing if there was anything happening to me. Seeing that I was fine, she quickly sighed in relief and prepared to leave again.

So, I cried once again.

Whenever she made the slightest movement to leave the room I would cry my lungs out, and when she got closer I would smile and extend my arms to her.

Give up, mom. You can’t defeat me this time.

After she tried to put me to sleep three times, almost managing once. Then she checked the diapers, but they were clean. She thought it could also be hunger.

Well, to tell the truth, I was a bit hungry, so I took on the offer. But I still cried the moment she thought about putting me down.

After a few more tries to calm me down, she finally gave up and took me with her. I felt a bit confused on why she would actually leave the house, but since she was taking with me, I didn’t care all that much.

She quickly dashed out of the house at her usual ridiculous speed until she entered the forest. Once there, she dodged through the trees until she was at a strange and calm place that oozed with a vibrant energy. She walked around for a bit, as if searching for something until she settled down on the area where the energy was at its highest.

Hesitatingly she put me down on the grass, her hand twitching at my slightest movement as if afraid that I would cry again. Seeing that she had no plan on running away again, I simply laughed at her, which made her smile relieved.

Sitting down in the ground, I looked curiously at mother as she sat down in front of me and took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then she opened one slightly and peeked at me, before closing it again and focusing herself.

Then, I felt it. The energy in the air around her started to flow against its natural ways and towards mother’s body. The energy formed something like a bubble around her, much like the ones I had seen in the scroll some weeks ago.

Watching her in awe, I carefully watched as the energy within her reached out from her body as small tentacle-like until it reached the bubble, touching it. When she started recalling it back, the bubble’s energy followed it and soon went in her own body, where it started to go into changes.

Not only did the energy from outside, but also the energy she had inside mixed into a completely new type of energy unlike any I had ever felt before, and while guiding that energy, she made it gather around her hands where a small crystal had appeared from god knows where.

Keeping her eyes closed, mother kept gathering the energy from outside and mixing with her own before depositing it in the crystal. I simply watched her in awe, as even without my sense I could clearly see the glow forming between her hands.

And that is what she did. Slowly at first, but as time passed she made the process faster and faster until her own energy started to visibly deplete. It was only then that it finally dawned on me that this is what made her energy fade. I prepared to start crying as if to stop her, but when I saw the determination in her face, I held myself back.

And the longer mother kept doing that, the more exhausted she grew. I saw as some beads of sweat formed into her forehead and a slight twitch in her closed eyes. Her breathing would sometimes grow rougher too, but after a deep breath it would go back to its slow pacing from before.

Only when she was on the verge of exhaustion that mother stopped. Falling to the ground tired, she gathered her breath for some time before bringing the hand that held the small crystal closer to her face. Feeling worried, I quickly crawled my way towards her, and she smiled once I was close enough.

Taking one last breath, she put the crystal away in her sash before raising herself and picking me up, taking us to our house.

Just like before, her energy had grown a little bit weaker with no sight of it recovering itself anytime soon.

When we reached home, taking a lot longer to come back than we did to get there, we found father opening the front door to come in. Noticing our approach, he asked what we had been doing.

“We were taking a walk.” Mother said with a smile, but I could feel as her energy showed her sadness.

That night I made sure to sleep close to mother, as I couldn’t bring myself to calm down.

And as time went by, I discovered that mother left every single day to do whatever she did with the crystal, and the longer she did, the more depleted her energy was. On my tenth month of living, her energy was almost half of what it was initially, and I started to notice that it seemed to always be in a constraint of some kind. She also started to have her worried looks frequently, sometimes even spending whole days simply sitting at the window staring at the city.

When I was eleven months old, almost completing my first full year, I saw mother crying for the first time. Her energy was barely holding itself together as it seemed ready to break or something. Father, who already had some suspicions the last months got back home earlier and caught mother still with the marks in her eyes.

She insisted that it was nothing, and that she was fine, but neither of us believed in her.

One week after that, mother rose up in the middle of the night. Waking up with my light sleep, I looked at her in worry as I saw that her face contorted in pain. When father made the slightest movement to wake up, mother quickly extended her arm to him and touched his neck.

He fell to the bed unconscious.

“Sorry… Sorry...” She said while crying.

Then, she rose from the bed and rummaged through the robes she used during the day. Taking out something from it, she approached me and gently put it around my neck.

I immediately recognized it as the crystal she had been using whenever she left. Looking at her confused, she smiled gently at me.

“Sorry, dear… Mother… Has to leave for some time.” She whispered to me. “But mother… Will leave this to protect you, ok?”

And after taking a small piece of paper she hid within her pillow and leaving it atop of me, mother left through the window.

Even with my cries, father only woke up next morning. But by then, it was already too late.