Bearing a tired expression, he took a deep and worried breath. He sometimes wondered if he would be able to keep on breathing, if he could continue on with such uncertainty. That man, of a clearly anxious visage, walked from one side to the other, carrying two small children in his arms. One of them rested, while the other observed between his arm. Even though that small one had many questions to ask, he preferred observing what his father's expression told him, trying to decipher what had him so worried. He didn't have to think so much to discover it. It was his mother, his father's spouse. The woman that gave life to those kids. That woman was a clear threat to her sons. She had grown to love them so much that she hated them. But, in reality, this wasn't true.
"Power has blinded her... Power is making her go crazy. Power... is what has wounded her. She loves them. Her power prevents her from living in peace, from destroying those who could pose a threat to it."
That man thought... and wouldn't stop thinking. That night... That night would be the last one in which he would observe and stop the possible killing of his sons on behalf of that woman. Though he loved her, the love for his kids was even greater... and he wouldn't allow her power's madness to prevail and cause the demise of his children. Not now, not ever. That was the last night... But during that moment, he had doubts.
On one side, he could feel the warmth of that energy that emanated from the kid that was awake. On the other, he could feel the frost of nothingness that emanated from the one that was asleep. Usil and Niu... Niu, of violet hair almost as dark as the night and eyes of a loving brown. Usil, of brown hair and eyes as dark as the abyss. Those small kids, his children, even they reflected the uncertainty living inside of his being. Had he chosen correctly, after all? If he left them at that place... he, too, would have to abandon them. The world of the Witches was a cruel one, they couldn't live in peace, even among themselves. His audacity would cost him everything. He had to be careful and be able to convince those Witches that taking care of his sons was the correct thing to do. But even that was a sacrifice. How could he handle the feeling of emptiness once he no longer had them? How would he be able to greet the sun, knowing that his suns would no longer be there with him?
That was the sacrifice that man had to make, that was the destiny he had forged for himself. Alvar understood this, but understanding it so well hurt him greatly. He took deep breaths, preparing for the cold of that great night: the night when he would lose the love of his children and his wife. He ran, getting out of that small home, the very home in which he promised to protect and take care of his family. He ran to the forest, the one that was so close yet so far from home. He would go to the Village of the Witches.
His sons clung to him instinctively, as if they knew what was to come. As if they knew they wouldn't get to see their father again. Niu, asleep in the nothingness of a dream that seemed immensely profound, snuggled up tenderly against his father, happy and calm. Usil, on the other hand, observed the worried and tired expression of his father, imitating those feelings he saw clear as the sky. Small lights started to emanate from his arms, glimmers in undulated lines that started to surround the three of them. That light was the only illumination they received on the way... the only thing that showed the road ahead. Usil wanted to help his father... so, his power tried to do it, even if it ended up being just a bit helpful.
Their father said nothing, but it was much easier for him to walk around that forest with those lights by his side and the warmth that emanated from them maintained little Niu peacefully asleep and the other two protected.
As they went farther and farther ahead, the road started to turn much more verdant. Many trees of different aspects - some big, others small and of unimaginable colors - were all they could see around. They looked like some sort of threat, their strangeness was enough to make any other person want to return back, preferring to walk back to their homes. Because of this, Alvar knew he was close. Not long left... They were already there, in the Village they had been looking for.
That was a warning for other species, but him, being a Witch, knew how to approach them. And that's what he did.
Carefully, strongly holding his kids close to his chest, he walked in-between various leaves, sticks, bushes... It was uncomfortable, it made him think that maybe there was nothing else around there, after all... but he pushed on... and found an open area. He let out a long sigh and gave a look towards his children... They were alright, both of them with their eyes closed... Maybe even Usil had given in to his need to sleep. Alvar smiled to himself and continued walking with uncertain steps, looking from one side to the other. Those lights that had accompanied them slowly started to return back to the little one that seemed to be asleep, with one hand holding onto his brother's.
Alvar's steps resonated around the place. Surely, they used to have a gate around there... It looked like some sort of courtyard, the type that would warmly greet any visitor... This was clearly a thing of the past, as now, witches didn't want to receive any visitors... Maybe they never really wanted any.
From afar, what looked to be like small buildings of homes mixed up with nature could be seen. Pastel colors and just hints of flashy ones decorated that Village. It was beautiful and so simple. A place that denoted what the Witches living there were wishing for. A peaceful life, unknown, far removed from the world and what it offered. They just... wanted to live among themselves.
That was precisely what Alvar wanted for his family. A life between only themselves, peaceful and unknown... But, power had blinded his lover and he couldn't do any more than to sacrifice himself for the love he had for all of them. Trying to push those repeated thoughts aside, the Witch continued walking towards that village, every step more uncertain than the other, even if he was amazed because of the beauty of such a place.
And, with every step closer to the village, he was able to hear it... The murmurs or, actually, the bustle of life. The Witches were still there... and they lived their lives with the same noise as any other species. Emotions were filling him and, at the same time, he felt worse. He trembled, wanting to return as he gave steps further in, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. The night seemed much brighter inside that village, the Moon closer in range. Alvar thought to himself that the existence of Witches was a strange one, but nature's existence was even stranger. And, in between those thoughts, he made contact with a woman who immediately raised her hands to the front, preparing to attack.
"Wait just one second!" Alvar exclaimed, raising his arms a bit, carefully as to not wake his children. "As you may already know, I'm a Witch, too... That includes my sons, as well." he lowered his eyes to look at them for some seconds before looking back at the woman. Between his tired eyes, he hid great determination, ready to overcome any challenge, as long as he could provide them full security.
The Witch, keeping her arms extended, remained looking back at him, as serious and distrustful as she felt, but she didn't attack.
"What are you looking for, Witch? I suppose you didn't come here to have a chat, much less so when you have your 'kids' in hand." The Witch woman said, so Alvar got ready to reply as calmly as he could.
"I... have come here to hand over my sons to you."