âUgh⊠I understand your concerns, Councilwoman, but I assure you I know what I saw.â Desmond was being firm as he spoke into the phone with barely contained aggravation, âThat was definitely a Doppelganger, no doubts about it, the aura and the figure was absolutely unmistakable.â
Desmond continued with his conversation as Kalen rolled her eyes standing by the stove, the water was about to boil so she removed it from the heat and poured it into her cup, âJeez, heâs been at it all morningâŠâ she commented as she submerged the tea into her cup and let it stoup, âShe is never going to admit it you know!â she called out to him. He just frowned deeper, if that was possible, considering the situation. Finally she took the tea from the brew and took a sip, smiling at the flavor.
âLook, I donât care if you are willing to admit it or not, but the fact is a doppelganger killed and replaced a student of my sonâs-â the line was louder as the other side shot back, âthey killed and replaced a student at my sonâs school and attempted to assassinate him. Whether or not you had a hand in it isnât the issue here, fact is that the captured assailant has named two of your representatives as the backers for the attack. That is, before he was killed⊠suicide my ass.â More retorts, however in the meantime Desmondâs coffee was finished and Kalen brought it to him, taking a sip as the other person continued to produce excuses and Desmond placed the cup down rather hard and broke in again, âThis is not a discussion, Councilwoman, I am calling to inform you that I will be pressing an investigation on these events and thatâs all. Now if youâll excuse me.â with that he hung up the phone and took in a deep breath.
âItâs alright dear,â Kalen cooed as she stood beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, âArthur is fine, he can handle himself after all. And donât forget what today is.â She added as she walked back to the main stair, âIâve got to go get ready; itâll be nice to see the old gang again⊠Desmond, could you get Arthur up please? He always sleeps in so late on Saturdays.â
âHuh, oh, right the reunion!â Desmond, for a moment, took a trip down memory lane before letting himself relax more, heâd been under a great deal of stress recently but he was actually looking forward to today, âIâll get him, Hun, you just leave it to me.â He assure as his typical smile returned to his face again.
âIâm counting on you!â she called down the stairs.
âSure! No problemâŠâ he replied while inwardly he thought how he would ever get the kid to wake up this early. âOh boy, what have I gotten myself into this time⊠hmmm, guess Iâll finish my coffee while I strategize.
While his parents were down stairs getting their morning coffee and, most definitely in his motherâs case, tea Arthur was still snoozing in his room. Or normally he would have been on a Saturday but unfortunately for him heâd forgotten the previous night to flip the alarm clock to his weekend setting the night before so he was already awake. Oh well, he vaguely remembered that there was something they were going to do today. âBut what was it?â the boy wondered aloud.
âMeow!â
The cat on his bed complained at this sudden outburst that had awoken it from its gentle slumber and looked up at him. He glanced away from his hand held game and too the animal. The creature stepped up onto his chest and pawed at his face, must to his disapproval. He loved his cat but the thing had sharp claws! Given the quiet moment to think more on the day however he felt the sleepiness that heâd been fighting all morning after waking up early slip further away, What was it?
Knock, knock, knock!
âCome in!â he called.
Desmond opened the door with a look of relief on his face, âAh, good, youâre up, thatâs the first good news Iâve had this morning.â
âMorning, Pops, eh⊠wait⊠are you trying to say Iâm difficult in the mornings?â
Insert Desmondâs devious grin, âNo, Iâm not trying to say that I am saying it.â
âGee, thanksâŠâ the youth returned to his game as his cat hopped down and moved over to Desmond, sashaying between the manâs legs as it rubbed against him. Reaching down the Hirule picked up the mammal and gave it a pat, to which it just meowed loudly. âOkay, okay, I hear you; Iâll get your breakfast!â Arthur directed to his pet that jumped from Desmondâs arms onto the nearby dresser.
âWell, while youâre up grab a shower, son, and get dressed. Weâve got to go to the reunion today.â he explained while leaning in on the door jam, âKage and a few other kids your age should be there so it shouldnât be too boring.â He added.
Getting off his bed and stretching Arthur yawned once and then nodded to his father, âok, I guess, itâs not like Iâve got anything better to do.â He surmised, âBut do we have to leave this early? Carnes is just down the mountain.â
âYour mother is already in the shower, that mean youâve got two hours before sheâll be ready⊠I hopeâŠâ
Resolving himself he just nodded again and went to collect and feed his cat, âYes, sir.â Glancing into the small mirror atop his dresser, however, the boyâs calm face broke into one of dismay, âWha! Aah!â he dropped the cat, not that it had any problems landing on itâs feet, though the swishing of its tail indicated it wasnât happy as the animal growled slightly and exited the room, sitting in the hall with its back to them both.
âWhat is it?â
âA-a pimple, come on, today of all days!â the pubescent preteen exclaimed ash e he grabbed the mirror and brought it closer to his face, staring angrily at the white head that had appeared on his otherwise perfect forehead.
Desmond had for a moment tensed, being on guard since the attack a few days earlier, but relaxed and sighed in relief and embarrassment at the standard preteen problem the boy was showing. But of course that would be his problem wouldnât it, he had yet to be told about how one of his school mates was dead in that attack. Desmond decided now was not a good time to tell him either, and so just laughed, âYou know, pimples are just the start there kid, soon youâll have to deal with a whole mess of other issues, like- .â
âUgh! Dad, just stop right there, now is not the time for âthe talk!ââ the youth yelled making Desmond laugh even harder as he stepped up to the boy.
Still chuckling he patted the young boyâs head, âOh, thanks son, I needed that.â he brought his hand down to the boyâs face and pointed at the blemish. A moment later a blue spark arced across his fingers and into the sore, causing it to shrink and shrink until it could not be seen, simple but meaningful magic, âThere, better?â
Rubbing the spot against the ingle of the energy still found beneath the skin the kid smiled, âMuch, thanks Pops! It would have been impossible to treat that thing in such short time.â And with that the kid gave Desmond a quick hug and hurried off down the hall, shoeing the cat along to the kitchen to be fed.
The older Hirule just stood there smiling, thinking of how care free the young boy was, and then his smile faded as he realized the truth heâd yet to learn. This would be the first death of many though. The young boy was destined for this though, for he was the bridge between two worlds that couldnât or perhaps shouldnât touch. And the worse part of this all was that Desmond was the one setting him on that path, predestined or not. Will he take it as a gift or a curse I wonder?
âWow, this place sure has changed⊠and just think, kiddo, youâll be here in a few short years too!â Kalen commented as they walked down the tree lined street next to the school. âI mean, the old buildings remain but those dorms are new, arenât they Desmond?â
âHuh? Oh yeah, I got some letter about it from the school Alumni Foundation, theyâre supposed to be individual rooms now instead of the shared dorms from back in our day.â
Arthur puzzled for a moment at that comment, âI thought you two didnât stay in the dorms?â as he walked along behind them, hands behind his head looking about to take in the school heâd soon be attending.
âYeah but we had some special circumstances.â Glancing ahead he spotted a few other families and moved up to walk next to his parents, âHey, whoâs that?â
âLooks like Jamie and company to me, dear.â Kalen commented. Desmond just nodded and waved with a smile to the figures in the distance as they approached the gate themselves.