The Inner Odyssey

Chapter 89 Face Off

'Did I make the right choice?'

Alden lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. He had tried for hours, but whenever he felt close to entering the land of dreams, thoughts of his latest interaction with Celeste would haunt his mind like a dark spectre. It was exhausting. And driving him crazy. However, Alden inwardly knew he had made the correct choice.

This was a necessary step for them to become true lovers.

That was not to say he handled the execution well, though.

'I made a real big mess of that.'@@@@

Alden thought bitterly.

He felt like his heart was crying out in distress, yet he could do nothing about it. For he only had himself to blame. Him. And his stupid brain. Perhaps, this was simply just the price he had to pay for adopting such a logical mindset.

Alden almost wished he hadn't become so rational - or at least almost wished he hadn't tried so hard to go against his very nature as an emotional person. It was only causing him pain.

Pain was inevitable, though.

He would just have to tough it out.

At least, until enough time passed that he was no longer troubled by the events of the invasion.

With his eyepatch reminding him of that, though...

Alden cursed and clutched his head.

'Why do I have to keep overthinking?'

The young man tossed some more in bed. He continued his futile struggle.

Until his body tired of even that...

And so, finally, Alden received some reprieve.

...Right before dawn.

***

The three-beat pace.

The searing heat.

Pain.

...Hate.

He relived the events of the First Trial. With nowhere to hide, Alden experienced the full brunt of their horror once again. He dreamt of the mangled corpses of the innocent children.

Torture.

...Madness.

A few hours later, he awoke, gasping for air.

Ignia hopped onto the table, sparing him a glance, before diving into the food - a mix of cured meats and cheese, as well as bread and a few pastries Celeste had baked the day before. Overall, it was a nice breakfast. However, the taste was the furthest thing from Alden's mind. All that mattered was what Alistair would do to him, and if he was about to receive a very big scolding.

Granted, he probably did deserve it.

'Haaa...'

His mother glanced at him sympathetically. Strangely, though, Alden discerned a hint of knowing in her gaze.

Did she know what the Guildmaster was about to do to him? Or rather, would it be more accurate to say that she knew her husband well enough to have a good inkling of how he would react?

Either way, Alden was most likely in for a lecture. Releasing a heavy sigh, the young man bade his mother goodbye and dragged his feet over to the backyard. Ignia followed, landing on his shoulder, a sense of child-like curiosity and concern travelling through their bond in response to his resignation and slight agitation.

Alden absently stroked his familiar to calm her down.

The little phoenix leaned into his touch.

For a brief moment, a brilliant smile bloomed on Alden's face.

Then, it dimmed.

He sighed again.

Stepping out into the backyard, Alden shivered and reflexively circulated his mana. His breath clouded over, kicking up a roiling storm of thin mist. He stepped onto a small footpath, heading towards a patch of frost-covered grass. Since they lived in an area where Guilds and renowned Paladins resided, Alden and his family were privileged enough to not only have a 'backyard', but also have a small garden as well - although, most of the flowers and other blooms had been placed closer to the footpath, for the sole reason of protecting them.

Protect them from what?

... The "muscle heads" in the family - at least that's what Elara called him and Alistair. Alden's lips twitched, recalling the time he and his father had accidentally destroyed one of her most precious plants while sparring.

He shivered. This time, it was not not from the cold. Instead, it was something much more chilling. Something so harrowing that it could trump even the mightiest Defiled with ease.

...His mother's wrath.

It was so vast and immolating that Alden had genuinely feared for his life. Thankfully, Elara hadn't killed them. But they were most definitely punished. Unconsciously, a sheepish grin graced his face at the memory.

Shaking his head, Alden inhaled deeply, sensing the cool air chilling his lungs.

Then, he walked over to the centre of the grass expanse and waited.

He closed his eyes and steeled himself for what was to come.

Ignia flew about, dancing in the light snow. A while later, the sound of footsteps drew near.

Alden instinctively opened his eyes and found the Guildmaster walking over with the same inscrutable expression he had worn earlier. The only difference this time was that the older man now carried two weapons. Both short-swords.

Alden tensed, understanding of the situation slowly dawning on him.

He was about to...

Spar with Alistair.

Plucking the weapon from the air - after the Expert mage tossed it to him - Alden inhaled deeply and bent his knees slightly.

His expression turned somber.

...Surrounded by light snow, both father and son faced off.