Everything wasn’t so black and white.
Some things that happened just happened. There didn’t have to be some kind of fate, or destiny that allowed it to happen. The will of God did not dictate what you did and didn’t do. Sometimes things just did, and that was okay. We were only human, after all. We weren’t some meaningless robots that was under someone’s control. Our decisions are our own, and we had to own up to the ones that we make.
For me it was watching my house burn to the ground. Standing beside me was my elder brother, Isaac Chevron, who had set our house on fire. Our parents were dead, stabbed to death by some intruder mumbling something about a spell book. It didn’t make sense, that he would come to our home and destroy us just for a book. My brother didn’t want the strange man to come back and find us so he set the house on fire - it wasn’t like we were going to be able to afford living there anyway. Sure, some other lovely family could have bought the house, but who would want a house where people died in?
“Where are we going, big brother?” I asked as I held onto his arm. He had lead me away from the burning house, a hard look on his face. He was always the optimistic type, but in that moment I think reality hit him hard. He had to make the decision to burn the house down, and now we had to find somewhere else to live. We had to live on the streets until we can afford to rent somewhere, or a nice family took us in. Though in this day and age that would be hard to come by.
“I’m going to drop you off at Uncle Rhys house,” he stated as he pulled me behind him. “Then I am going to train so I can find the fucker that killed our parents.” He growled lowly, not at all happy with the outcome.
That made me frown though. Big brother always had some rage inside of him, but the thought he wanted to kill someone made me uneasy. It wasn’t the fact that he had that strong desire for revenge. Hell, I had wanted revenge on the person who destroyed us. But killing someone was a line you didn’t cross, and I knew if my brother went down that path he would never be the same again.
Though with me being the younger sibling I was in no obligation to tell him he couldn’t do it. That killing this man would ruin his soul. So when he dropped me off at Uncle Rhys and left I didn’t call out or say anything about what he had planned on doing.
Because deep in my own heart, I wanted the same. And I knew I would be following in my big brothers footsteps.