Kingdom of Hearts, Anonymous [story reading .txt] 📗

left for his father not to return at the time he should have, but he will soon dock at Tesat where I have left Tyson.”
“You were planning to go there with Mira and Jakob.”
“Yes and you happened to mention in that letter that they should go to Tesat without me, if Soturin doesn't find his father and fix this for me, Mira will. You kill me and you shall soon follow. I was going to do a favor for you: go to Tesat and send my ship back with Tyson and tell him it was all a big mix-up. Everything would have been fine. I would be gone, you would have Tyson, the only loose end would be your son. He would be easily taken care of.” The flash from her dream rang in her head, it wasn't Semra who was in danger, it was Soturin. She released Mitchell and Soturin would die, she would always have that guilt on his head, and Tyson would grieve for his lost son. She killed him, and Soturin would still pay for it, he would think it was his fault, no matter what she hurt Soturin. But what more could she do? She could put Mitchell in prison, she would have to pay the price like she said before, but could she? Could she do everything she never would before? Would everything turn upside down?
“Take Mitchell to the prison.” They turned to grab him. “Wait! Lock this room down, tie him to the chair, and I will be back with more guards.” The three guards tied him to the chair, his legs, his arms and his neck tied back. Two stood outside the door and one inside watching over the prisoner. Elanor arrived back with seven more guards.
“So much care. And you say you don't love me anymore.” He teased.
“I know what I have to do. I must protect Soturin and I must bring back Tyson.”
“Tesat is in your control...perhaps you could command the men and women to form two different lines, the man who stands out will be your husband.”
“Why would you suggest anything? Why help me, I am placing you in prison?”
“Because, I still love you, I always will. Ever since we were children and my mother took me and Tyson to play at the park, and we both saw you. We knew it was war, but what brothers do not fight?”
“Brothers? You were such great friends back then, but brothers....?”
“I should have assumed, of course he never would have told you. You would have taken advantage the way Tyson never could. I am Mitchell Chide. I took mothers last name after the divorce, Mitchell Carson sounds much better, but legally I am Mitchell Chide, son of Martha Carson and Frederick Chide.”
“You are...brothers?” She laughed hysterically at the word brothers. “You two who fought over every achievement, but were so different, opposites almost. Tyson was so caring, generous. You were selfish and never cared about anything.”
“Yes. Brothers. I never wanted things to be the way they are, but while I am telling the truth Jakob isn't mine, technically he is Chilles'. Mira and him had an affair, I covered it up for Emily. Why did she have to suffer for Chilles' mistake, and your husband looks up to him.” He scoffed. “So there. You know two secrets that I have hidden, to protect all involved. Selfish, no. Misunderstood, yeah. It is all an act, I thought you loved me enough to see through it.”
“Loved you enough? I have no love for you. I...did, but that is it, nothing more.” A tear ran down her cheek and smacked the floor. Another rose up and threatened to pour over but she caught it with her hand.
“Could have fooled me. I did this to you...not out of love, either, I did this out of jealousy and power. I know that now. In the middle somewhere I got caught up in the moment and I lied. Do you know the difference between a white lie and a regular one? They are both wrong. The white lie is wrong because eventually someone gets hurt when the truth comes out. The other lie is wrong because no one is trying to protect anyone else. Either way someone loses.”
“Guards take him to the prison and I will have him in a double bricked cell with only a food hole to keep him alive. I have builders to tell.” They grabbed him by the ropes and pulled him away, but he got close enough to Elanor to sneak a kiss in.
“I have always loved you, Elanor, and I always will.” She stared into his eyes as he did her, and when the moment ended and she realized, yet again he was a monster and she was doing the right thing, the guards whisked him away to the prison where he would spend the rest of his days.


“So Sydan how was the trip into the city?”
“It was fine, thank you.”
“Tesat is a fine place, not as grand as our other islands, but fine. We stay docked here for a couple more days, while the crew assemble more materials for our trip. I think I am going to search around for father, would you come with me?”
“Okay.”
“Alright.” They started out asking crewmen if they had seen a strange man they had never seen before washed up. They all said they had not. They asked more people who lived around the shore if they had seen a man who claimed to be king of Kafke and the other islands. They said no. Things went on like this until Sydan and Soturin came upon an old lady who walks the entire island in search for a beautiful flower that is so rare, but grows on Tesat. She said she had come upon a man who claimed he was king of Kafke, she brought him back to her hut and cleaned him and gave him food, but he left to go to another hut like hers. Soturin searched the entire village and they had all seen a man who stayed for one night and left to another hut, finally they came upon the hut he had slept the previous night in and the man led them to the hut he was in.
“Father! Oh, I have been searching for you since the day after you had left!”
“Soturin. Why have you brought Sydan? Why is Opillas not with you?”
“Opillas is one of the guards looking after Semra. He wouldn't leave his post, he was ready to accept Mitchell as his father and king.”
“Why take the youngest? I have five sons, four not including you, three not including Opillas, and two older than Sydan.”
“By seconds, father. In any case, I have come to bring you home.”
“Soturin, I cannot return. Mitchell, your mother, they are ruling Kafke now.”
“No, father. You were declared king, not Mitchell. You were declared royal, not mother. Father if they had wanted them, if they had needed them, would they not have voted for them?”
“I understand, Soturin and you are right, but I have...no reason to go back.”
“You have us and our island needs you. Mother might accept that she was supposed to be with Mitchell, but father she doesn't belong in the castle if that is the case.”
“Let us go.” Tyson, Soturin and Sydan started the long journey back to Kafke.

“Mitchell's son, how is he today?”
“Mitchell's son?”
“Jakob.”
“Oh, right. I forgot I had a child with him.”
“Or should I say Chilles' son. How is Jakob?”
“Who told you about Chilles and I?”
“Answer the question Mira.”
“Jakob is fine. I assume he and Mitchell's real son will play together someday?” She motioned her head to her stomach.
“It may not be Mitchell's, but yes I believe they should play together be it a boy or girl.”
“So Tyson may have a seventh child?” With no answer she continued. “What have you to discuss with me?”
“Tyson may have a seventh child.” She held back the tears. “How old is Jakob? Two years? Another one on the way I see, Mitchell's or Chilles'?”
“Chilles'. Jakob is two.” She hung her head “Did you have me come here to insult me?”
“No. I have come to tell you to keep Jakob and the baby on the way, if it is a boy, away from Semra. If my baby on the way is a girl they can have her to love, but not Semra. She is going to marry a prince and live happily ruling this kingdom, not living on the streets of Kafke with a commoner or a commoner coming to live in the castle to be king.”
“You cannot control your daughter as much as you would like.”
“I will, if not from a prison cell.”
“You or her?” Elanor walked away from Mira, the doubt of love not creeping into Semra was written into her face, like a big sign screaming insecurity. She ignored her last question, it would be her, no question, no doubt etched. She was clearing the way for that.

“Soturin, is home much changed from since I was...there last?”
“Not much. Semra has to have hair now, mother probably says it is the color of yours, but I could not tell with how thin it is.”
“She probably has your color, sandy with touches of brown and black.”
“Father before we get there...mother had tried to keep it from me, but I heard her speak of it...” He paused.
“Speak of? Come now, speak.”
“Father she is pregnant.” His face turned down. “She may have had the baby already.”
“So it could be mine?” His voice symbolized hope.
“Would it matter? I have high hopes that they are over, and with that any piece of him. That baby, be it yours or his, should be treated like our family.”
“But with that, if it is not mine, we will always be suspicious of his habits, that he or she will always feel like royalty and take advantage of that. With you and your brothers, I can tell I was your father because you behaved like such, but then again the parents don't affect the child's heart. Mitchell is a great reminder of that.”
“You knew Mitchell's parents?” Tyson laughed.
“Yes, I suppose you could say they were like family to me.” He continued laughing. Soturin didn't get the joke, but was amused by his father's laugh. They were within two yards of the dock when Soturin and his father stopped laughing and realized with sudden urgency that they were home. A home that seemed unfamiliar and disturbingly foreign. To Soturin it was unfamiliar, because he was gone so long. For Tyson, it was much worse, for his home had been taken, his wife had been taken, and possibly even his daughter, it was as if he was stripped of his identity and it was given to another.
“Home at last.” Soturin said with joy.
“Home at last.” Tyson replied with sadness, not of being there, but of losing what was once his and having it thrown back to him, crumpled and written over. They docked and helped the crew bring things ashore. Afterward they walked back to largest castle and walked back into there lives as the royal family.
“Elanor? Opillas? Anyone?” The maids and the planters carrying plants scurried to find Elanor or the boys.
“Perhaps they cannot hear you, the castle is quite large. Come, we will find them.”
“Perhaps they do not wish to be found. I hope nothing has happened to them or Mitchell.”
“Mitchell? You are worried about the man who would threaten your children?”
“No. I am worried of family.”
“You said that his parents were like your