The Borders
Part 8 – Kashel Childhood
"Why? Why am I back in this place?" kashel's voice finally disappeared. He did not recall that he had escaped from the attack of the dark spirit. He went back to his childhood.
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"Dad, you want to play with me?"
At that time Kashel was only five years old. He braved himself when he saw his parents who were right in front of his room. He was happy and tried to approach them both.
"You can't see we're busy!" snapped father Kashel.
"Never approach us!" snapped mother.
At that time Kashel was crying because she was afraid of the anger of her parents, she did not understand why they were angry. He just wanted to get them to play.
"Don't cry, just make it even more upset!" his mother shouted, instead of calming him that small child. Then his father pushed him back into his room as Kashel tried to get closer. Then lock the door from the outside.
There was nothing to calm him down while crying like that, until he finally fell asleep at the door of his room. No one wants to care about him. The room was white and minimal goods there, only that place became his daily residence.
From that day on, he was afraid to approach his parents. He realizes he is hated, though he does not know if he is hated for what reason. He knew it when he saw the man who was rude to someone because he hated him. He saw it from the television in his room. He learned a lot from that thing.
Despite Kashel's lack of affection, he was given objects worthy of his growth. But from childhood he learned many things, from what he saw not what people taught.
Until finally he dared to ask when he met his father and mother again.
"Dad, Mom why should I study private and not study outside with others?" little Kashel asked fearfully.
"If you study outside, it'll only embarrass the family. You're the heir to this family. But you're a basic handicap a useless child. You learn by yourself. It's for self-introspection that you regret your disability." His father explained with a cruel look, Kashel did not dare to look at him.
At the age of six Kashel began to learn to read and write he learned from his room privately a teacher who came every day except Saturday and Sunday. The teacher who taught Kashel was just as cruel, if Kashel was slow to understand something he would punish Kashel by hitting his palm. As a child Kashel never met anyone who taught him about kindness.
Even the servants who served him provided Kashel food every day. The servant who was jealous of Kashel, though he was born disabled, remained a master. The servant considered Kashel inappropriate to the title of master.
Eventually Kashel sometimes got some unworthy food. But Kashel still ate all the dishes provided. After all he did not know what a decent meal was and not worth it all the same on his tongue.
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Sometimes on Sundays he watches out his window. The room on the third floor could see clearly the children playing together. He could only look at them from afar and watch them.
He sometimes saw his parents passing by in that place and carrying a child, having learned it in the book given to him about the family.
Finally he knew that the one carried by his parents was his sister. Kashel was pleased to have a brother, but at the same time envied that his brother had more affection for his parents.
Once Kashel tried to get out of his room, to just play outside to visit his peers. But only arrived at the bottom door he was discovered by his father.
Then Kashel was dragged into his room. Slapped, beaten, tied up, and locked up in a dark place all night. Crying begging to be released his parents did not care.
After he had a fever for three days, only the family doctor was called in to handle it. Her parents did not care about her, at such a small age she had to take care of herself when sick, at least understand how to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor for her.
His parents don't even care if their son dies. Since that day Kashel was very afraid to get out of his room if there was no order to get out.
Then Kashel made a request to his family, to be given various kinds of books to fill his room, because he knew no one could teach him properly. He was taught in a cruel way every day.
Kashel's instinct always says, if what he was taught is not true. Kashel's only eye for seeing the world was the television of the time, he saw the children there being taught with affection. But he did not dare to ask why he was taught in a different way.
It took her time that her request was granted, mostly she was still taught by her cruel private tutor to understand things. But instead of understanding the good and bad of Kashel, it becomes increasingly unclear what exactly is good and bad. But Kashel did not give up on finding out, in the depths of his heart he did not want to be like the people in his house.
Finally after he turned 7 years old he understood why everyone behaved like that to him. People say he is disabled when he is normal.
So he knows what he lacks in himself, what makes him hated and shunned. His family is a person who has special abilities, is able to see spirits and control them.
Kashel doesn't have any of that. At first Kashel felt a little annoyed. Wondering why he was born in that family if he didn't have what he was proud of in his family. And because of that he ended up suffering without affection.
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Kashel was 8 years old. As long as the question is always the same, what is good and bad. What kind of person he should be. If he wants to be good he has to be what, if he's a bad person he thinks he's going to be like the people who are cruel to him, Kashel doesn't want to be like that, but he doesn't know what a good person is.
And that day was the first debut Kashel met with his extended family. But instead of being nice to her everyone was staring at her cynically. Until Kashel thought that he was not wanted there why he should be invited.
When Kashel chose to be alone. A boy brought a glass and put a drink on his head. Yes he was the children of a branch family and one of them had his cousin from the main family as well. There Kashel was harassed by three men, and for the first time Kashel was angry at the people.
Because he was kicked, Kashel who could no longer bear to punch the face of the person who hurt him so much that the boy cried, telling his guardian spirit to avenge Kashel but useless, he said, because Kashel was unaffected by the supernatural being he had no spiritual power.
She was attacked when Kashel had felt hatred in her heart at the time, but it did not affect her so much, perhaps only a small touch on her cheek because her hatred was not strong.
Should I be a bad person. Kashel's mind understood a little, if what he was doing now was bad behavior.
His father came and slapped Kashel, "You what are you doing. Don't embarrass the family, you bar-bar boy!" The corner of Kashel's bloody lips left her immediately after. The parents of the branch family calmed their crying son from being beaten by Kashel.
Another friend of his age who also bothered him was like making fun of him who had nothing to defend. Luckily the parents of the boy whom Kashel had beaten did not deliver his blow to Kashel.
What went wrong here was that boy because he started, but was I ever right in their eyes. Inner Kashel he stood away not crying, more precisely holding back his cries. The people just whispered staring at the cynical Kashel.
After Kashel stood daydreaming on the second floor of the party room, he wanted the show to end soon that night. He wants to go back to his room.
Right now he was only paying attention to people who were talking familiarly and children who were playing around with their abilities. The corner of Kashel's injured lip he did not wipe, even the juice on his head and wet his clothes he also let. He no longer cares about his tattered appearance camping. He is still a child.
"Hey boy, are you really upset right now?" asked a man with his sharp gaze already standing beside Kashel.
"Pa-Uncle who? Did uncle hit me too." Seeing that Kashel was afraid, he looked even more sinister than his father. His red eyes are burning.
I know him, Kashel thought. Kashel's inner voice that shouldn't have existed in his past.
"I don't know Uncle, I'm annoyed that I don't feel any use." Kashel answered, his gaze blank.
"Is there anything you want?" the man asked again.
"I want to read a book" said Kashel, but that's what he thought, that's all he wanted. He can't do anything for himself.
"You're a weird kid, do you like to read?"
"I don't know Uncle either, I asked for a book but until now no one has ever given it to me. So I guess all I like is watching television." Kashel replied innocently.
"If you want me to have a book for you," said the man offering Kashel a book.
"Really uncle, I want to." Kashel's eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"But this is the Kendrick family history book, and I think it's a pretty boring book." Obviously that guy again.
"It's okay uncle, I really want to read a book." The man then rattled Kashel's hair, gave him his book and passed away.
"Thank you." Kashel smiled for the first time when someone gave her the goods directly. And according to Kashel it was a very valuable item.
Despite not being very understanding about manners, Kashel still knows how to thank someone who gave something to him as he saw on television of course. Because his teacher never taught him that.
Since that day Kashel knew how his family really was, in the past his ability was considered a curse. But in the present times the ability is considered a very different gift for the sake of a profit.
And after reading the book, Kashel was grateful to be born a mediocre person and he did not want to be as arrogant as his family. Then he found out, too, that he could be free from the family after he turned twenty years later after the appointment of the new family leader, with the record of not having special abilities he would be released.
Not long after Liam's book was given, his request was about asking for various books. Eventually it was followed by his family, and for the first time also Kashel got a cell phone for himself. From the wide variety of books he read, Kashel was finally able to learn many things even good and bad
Kashel spent her childhood reading various books and finally found her wish. His desire that finally made him have a purpose in life and not trapped by the abyss of despair. He chose to be a good person from the question between good and bad.
Especially after knowing if one had hatred in their heart, their soul could be devoured by the Spirit of Darkness. And Kashel did not want that to happen to him, he would never hate his family, despite being mistreated. He must not abandon any hatred, so that no dark spirit can devour him.
When he realized there were many people from the outside world who suffered more than he did. Kashel felt he was one of the lucky ones and needed to be grateful for his life.
Though lacking in affection there is not even affection at all, his life is luckier than the lives of others out there. He can still eat well, live well and study well, and of course he knows there are people who suffer more than he does.
Right now he only needed to keep his heart from harboring hatred. Because Kashel knew that even though he did not have magic, but because he lived in a special environment, he could sometimes feel the presence of their protective spirit. Although they could not disturb Kashel.
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Kashel who was already aware of her fear stood in front of the mirror of her room watching her face. He looked small, but right now his eyes were red.
"I've been through this and made peace with my past. But why did I just wake up after seeing the color of these eyes?" Kashel was even concerned about the color of his eyes.
It was before he signed a contract with the Guardian. Kashel's real eye was black, but because of the contract Kashel's eye changed like the Guardian's as a sign of their contractual bond and it was also an inner eye-opener for Kashel himself. Her tears were dripping, for in any case this was a painful memory for Kashel.
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Kashel then realized, apparently he had been unconscious after being exposed to the poison fog and began to hallucinate back to his past. Apparently this is the ability of the dark spirit. To open the grief of others, to show their dark times, and who cannot stand it will commit suicide because of it. The thick fog is still there, Kashel does not know where to go.
"Kashels." Kashel glanced here and there he heard Lyam's voice.
"Kashel, are you okay? Answer me, now our minds are connected."
"You're using this ability." Kashel was nagging.
"I was forced to because I couldn't find you."
"But I don't like it when it comes to hearing your head, I'm fine. But stop this."
"Why are you crying?" tanya Lyam could not believe that Kashel was okay.
"I was exposed to the poison of mist, the poison brought me to my past. But I'm fine, I got through it." Kashel.
"Kashel I asked permission to use that ability."
"What abilities?"
"I had to wear it."
"Hey what ability?!"
"Portal sucker!"
"!!"
"Let'soo!" Kashel cried out loudly, this strength one that Kashel could not bear its taste.
When something entered his body. As for Lyam, he felt that too. Because when using that ability Lyam is the one who became his own portal, but Liam was used to it all.
"Fuckin' lycam!" Kashel fell to the ground once again, not used to it. But with that ability the fog disappeared and did not appear again. Kashel saw that Lyam not so far away from him was probably only a hundred meters away.
While a little far away, there was Rigel sitting with blank eyes. This time the spirit of darkness escaped and Kashel ran straight to Rigel who was unconscious from the effects of the poisonous mist.
"Rigel, awake!" Kashel shook Rigel's body.
"There's no other way than to trust Rigel himself, after being like this." Say Lyam.
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