Chapter 118: Dreams

Chapter 118: Dreams

TL: Etude

Allen Allen wake up already

A gentle voice echoed in the boys ear.

You lazy little thing, the suns already shining on your bottom

Twelve-year-old Allen turned over in bed, muttering, Mom, just let me sleep a little longer

Sigh! I really cant deal with you. Loving to sleep in like this, no girl will like you in the future.

Mmm got it Mom, just a little longer The boy drifted back into sleep, half-conscious.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt his mother gently shaking his body, saying with a slightly stern tone, You must get up now!

Reluctantly leaving his dreams, Allen opened his eyes to see his mother with her hands on her hips, her expression slightly annoyed.

He climbed out of bed, covering his mouth with his right hand, yawning, Ah

Alright, alright, Im getting up.

He started dressing slowly and unwillingly.

His mother sighed and complained, Really, look at little Tom next door. He gets up at dawn to help his mom cook, unlike you who loves to sleep in Wait, whats this on your body?

Allen suddenly woke up and hurriedly said, Its nothing Ah, I just fell down accidentally.

But without listening, his mother grabbed the boys arm, rolling up his undershirt, revealing several bruises on his body.

Her face instantly turned to one of heartache as she anxiously asked, What happened How did you get these?

The boy tried to sound nonchalant, Its really nothing, Mom. I tripped going downhill yesterday and rolled all the way down. Thats how I got these bruises.nove(l)bi(n.)com

But his mother could tell when her son was lying. She stared into his eyes and asked sternly, Did you get into a fight again?

I didnt The boy quickly retorted, but his voice faded away as he met his mothers gaze.

He lowered his head, admitting softly, Im sorry Mom, I wont do it again.

Allens mother looked at him, her eyes filled with deep sorrow, not pressing further why he fought. She knew the reason.

Allen was not only kind-hearted but also unusually tolerant for his age, rarely getting into arguments.

If theres nothing else, Mom, Im going to help at the blacksmiths.

As he stood to leave, his mother suddenly held him back.

Allen, she softly called his name.

Apart from not fighting, dont forget my other admonitions.

Confused by her sudden seriousness, Allen still promised.

Then he heard her continue, Tell me, what have I always advised you?

Reluctantly, he listed:

Eat slowly and chew your food well.

Cover up well when sleeping.

Dont get into fights.

Uh, and get up early.

After he finished, his mother nodded and said, Remember these after I leave.

Shocked, Allen asked, Leave? Where are you going, Mom?

Then something terrifying happened. His mothers body became increasingly translucent, fading into a ghostly apparition.

He reached out to grasp her hand but caught only air.

Allen, Im sorry, I cant continue with you any longer. You must take good care of yourself from now on.

With those words, his mothers apparition completely vanished.

Stunned, Allen stood by the table, tears streaming down his face.

No

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, truly waking from his dream this time.