Chapter IV: VISIONS

Four days had passed, ever since Athan first entered the family’s residence. In the time that elapsed, he underwent a number of educational programs created by each member of the house. Matter of fact, he is being taught right now. Outside, in the beautiful peace of nature. His tutor being… Isaac.

Isaac: “(frustrated) For the last time! (points at a drawing of a blade) THIS. IS. NOT. FOOD.”

  Athan: “(clueless) … food…”

  Isaac: “GAH!!! WHO THE FUCK DREW THIS THING? WHY DOES IT LOOK SO… CUTE?”

  Athan: “... friend…”

  Isaac: “(angered) Ishmael… (bites his lip)”

  Athan: “(nods)”

  Isaac: “Okay… (sighs)... seems like I need to employ a different strategy…”

  Athan: “...hm..?”

  Isaac: “Give me a moment.”

  Determined to get his point across, Isaac went to acquire a more believable example. Returning swiftly, he held a sword in his hand. Brutally, he plucked it, deep in the ground, in front of Athan. Shocked by the action, Athan fell back in fear. Meanwhile, Isaac stared at him… strictly.

  Isaac: “(stern) Attention! This item, is a deadly weapon. NOT, a consumable. NOT, to be messed with. I’m I… understood?”

  Athan gave no response. The blade’s sight, terrified him. He remember, back when Abraham attacked his companion. Whatever it was, gave no good energy. Disregarding his worried reaction, Isaac knelled before Athan, leaning closer to his face. The sword, held tightly in his grasp.

  Isaac: “(threatening) Forget whatever games that idiot showed you. You see this? I used it to fight my own father. If you think, I’m unwilling to make use of it again, you are terribly mistaken, gold eyed freak…”