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~Remembrance of the Past~ -Alya-
Topic Started: Jun 21 2013, 11:03 PM (234 Views)
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A blond haired young boy sat on a chair, rocking it slightly few times. Supposedly, it's time for their shop to resupply their aromatherapy merchandise. The boy again rocking his chair impatiently. His eyebrows knitted in impatience. No sign from the usual shipping ladies. Not even trace of his favorite jasmine scented perfume is on the air, although clearly, his mother said a friend would help the shipment. Loudly, he exhales. What made them took so long?

The boy's name is Thoma... Well, supposedly he's named Thoma Ysel Eriasbell, like his mother's grandmother named him... But noooo; he's named Thoma Pendragon by none other than his mother. He often joked that it's because he's a dragon in a playpen at toddler stage... but really? Pendragon? What mother names their child with surname 'Pendragon' like King Arthur? Isn't it rather disrespectful, or having too high of a hope in him? All he know is just that he's physically superior than his peer. True enough, lifting the products inside and stuffs for his mother's shop is his duty, and he's really proud of it.

The blond haired boy stood at about 167 cm at 14 years old. He sort of hate to deal with his hair, so he just let his hair looks like an anime character while tying what left that he care into small ponytail. Honestly, his mother thinks he's charming like that. According to his mother, his father also never shy to show his ripped arms and abs. This apparently passed to the child, although he currently have his sleeveless shirt down to his stomach. Still, his ripped arm just show how hard he worked out.

A lot of young girls passed the house-store, few among it he noticed as his classmates. Some of them giggled shyly at his direction. He just simply huffed, not bothered by how they acts. He wouldn't care less about their opinion of him. Girlfriend? He's too young for it. He said he's not interested, at least until he got fine, steady part-time job that is free from his mother, so he doesn't burden her too much, although there's certainly a certain girl he have interest on... but that's not important nor relevant to tell right now.

After what felt like an eternity, a pick-up truck finally appeared. Thoma dusted his palms and make cracking sound with his fingers. Work time is here. The old married couple on the front seat laughing at his antics. Rather arrogantly but more to embarrassment, he waved them off to let him deal with it. Uncle Jack and Aunty Martha is a friend of his mother... well, not quite friend, but more to foster parents. At sixties, supposedly, they're called as grandfather and grandmother. Martha, however, insists to be called "Aunty" and Jack just followed suit. Their meeting sounds like some odd tale... But this is what happened:

Apparently, his mother come to UK in hope to search for something, and to pass it to him. That night it was raining hard. She apparently just sold everything she own back then to buy a house, but got scammed and got herself ended up with the old, no furniture hoayuse that become their current abode. Uncle Jack, taking pity for their condition, let them stay on his house until the needed time to repair everything.

Needless to say, the pair liked his so much until they decided to adopt her as a daughter.

"Yo Thoma, can I speak with your mother?" suddenly, old man Jack asked as Thoma just about to carry the last crate inside.

"Huh? She's not with you?"

"Nay, if she is, I would stayed much longer."

"Oh, then she must be in the usual bar, talking with the excavator! I don't get what for, actually!"

True enough, everyday in time like this, it's either to the house of old Jack or the bar... She said it's for searching something really really important... So he just believed it. Well, there are nothing else to do anyway. Old Jack waved and thanked him, then proceed to drive away, possibly to the bar. Only then he noticed that what he lifted isn't covered with merchandise. There's a letter, with six books in a stack, an old spear, a bell and finally a map of something, hidden in a really old armor.

...No ponder it's heavy!

"... What the heck... is Mom some kind of archaeologist?" he pondered out loud.

Grumpily, he put everything on the living room's table, before randomly opening a book. A photo fall from the page. It's... his mother? There's no doubting it... that's her, with her tattoo on back of her hand and all... but... that teen in armor, stood proudly behind her... who... is that?

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