Chapter 8
As Owl took in the appearance of his King, this thought “I’m too late; I failed.” repeat in loop. And how could it not? Seeing as the little boy, barely ten, had lost his left leg, right hand and had an ugly cut across his right eye.
If he hadn’t lost that too was probably because of a miracle.
But that wasn’t the worst, no. What was worse was the empty look on his green eyes, there was nothing but void on them. The boy was closer to a corpse than to a human being in those moments.
Then a shadow hovering over him made him overcome the shock, battle instincts taking control as he put himself in front of Yu and prepared a lightening, pointing his fingers towards the treat.
Except.
“...a child?” Owl blinked, utterly confused.
The shadow was gone and in its place was a child that resembled his King, even if he was a little younger and with so much more life in his eyes.
“Sir?” Yun inquired, she had her gun out in an echo of his movement but she sounded confused as to why he had reacted that way; it made his confusion grow.
“...You can see him?” The other kid said, the one that looked like his King but wasn’t. He sounded desperate, he took a step closer and grabbed Owl’s extended hand. “Can you really see Ace? I’m not crazy then?! Tell me you can see him!”
“Is Ace your little brother?” Owl asked, dread sitting on his stomach. Because he knew, he knew that as a secondary he was special and most times than not he could see much more than normal people. “If that’s so, yes, I can.”
The little boy started crying and fell to the ground.
“Can you really see me?”
A shadow that was a boy; a shadow that sent a shiver down his back; shadow that held between the veil and this world.
“Yes.” Owl felt pity curl inside his heart at the broken hope of that little boy, “I also can hear you just fine.”
The boy smiled at him.
Owl’s heart broke at the side.
So this was it, they lost his brother as well.
Owl looked down to his wrist, smirking as he saw the answer to the siblings problem. So that’s how things were going to be.
“...could you tell me what happened?” Better to hear them before starting to spit knowledge in their hands, so the plot could continue as the story needed.
“I- I don’t know what happened.” His King’s twin admitted with a broken expression, “I don;t understand Alchemy…I wasn’t there when...I- I wasn’t there.”
Oh.
Well, he wasn’t expecting that.
Owl looked at the ghost, he seemed pained.
“I was there...but, I’m not really sure what happened.”
“Tell me what you remember?” Owl prodded, “I’m an Alchemist myself, maybe I can help you.”
“O-Ok.”