Ubi ea

Chapter 1

(I recommend listening to Eden while reading, it helps to paint the picture of the book) 

Eyes... the windows to the soul.. the instrument you use to see the world.. to know what is what, where you are, what's around you, and what threats you need to take heed with. Have you ever considered that what you see.. that very system of equations telling you everything you need to know was... wrong?

My name is Akira and this is the ubi ea.

Ever since I was a child, I was called strange. The one people would give odd looks to, talk about among themselves, and try to keep their children away from. It wasn't because I was a bad kid just because of... well, my family.

My mother was a wonderful woman, that everyone loved and admired. She was so full of joy and a firm sense of adventure. She was what the people In the village called their "Flower child" because of the glow in her eyes when she was free. The way her hair flowed in the wind when it blew at her back, was that of a beautiful spring flower dancing in the wind.

My mother was the village's sunspot, focal point, and jewel. Her beauty was matched only by her own soul, no woman could compare only dull in comparison. Through the words and men at her beckon call, she stayed humble. Everywhere she would go people would shout her name and give her a warm greeting.

Eyes, windows to the soul, while looking through her stunning green, blue, and gray windows, you'd find something you seem to have forgotten, or lost, a long time ago, so that when you leave, you shall do so with a smile on your face.

Her hair was that of a brown river -with golden strands hidden only to appear when the sun shown on it in a beautiful array -flowing calmly down her small, thin frame. Fingers so dainty you'd think they were made of porcelain, and hands such as to complement them. Though she was short, I'm told she always seemed to reach for the stars.

My father was the carpenter of our village. He'd build the most beautiful homes and my mom would bring him lunch every day. His fellows, jealous as they were, still had nothing but the most love toward the couple. After all, they were perfect. Each was exactly what the other needed, no matter what went wrong in town people would look upon them and feel their worries fade away sharing in the glow of happiness that emanated from the two.

The house my father and I live in is the greatest one he's ever built. It was the place people would come to when they needed to just bask in the sensation of joy coming from inside. Flowers and trees surrounded it and wildlife would just lay in our yard knowing it was a place of peace and serenity.

When I was younger she would always ask me a question I didn't know the answer to, and when I would tell her so, she'd say in response, "Then I guess when you grow up you're going to have to tell me." As the years past, the closer we became. Which, in the end only made the time to come harder.

A few years later, my mother got very sick. Her bed became the only place she could be. The world had seemed to attack the very flower it held dear. Confined to the bed she always managed to keep a smile on her face, as if there was nothing to worry. My father stayed by her side, not working a day. Only leaving to do what was absolutely necessary.

I worried just as much as he did but didn't show it to the others. I kept going to school and doing what I had to. Telling everyone and myself, "She's my mom, the whole world loves her, she'll get through this and be back to asking me those crazy questions in no time." But as the days continued to pass us by she didn't get any better, my dad even stopped eating or leaving the house telling me to do it and my mom only got worse and worse.

Soon a few months after my mom had gotten sick she sat me down and my dad left to take a shower for the first time in weeks. I leaned down and put my ear to her mouth as she said, "You're my sunshine, my baby girl, my light, my little star. Never burn out my star always stay as bright as you were the day I held you in my arms when you first showed your face. And as a final gift to me, find the reason behind the stars. And when you know the answer tell me." I looked at her in a worried shock then closed my mouth holding back my tears nodding knowing that this was my mom's final task for me, she knew her time was soon to come.

For days I racked my brain trying to understand what she meant. Doing everything in my power, with every resource that our village had, to answer my mom's question. Not long after my dad called me into her room so we could talk as a family. We talked about the good old days before my mom got sick, if only I'd known that was the last time I'd see my mom alive, I would have done more and said more. I went to bed after kissing her and telling her how much I loved her, I couldn't wait to see her in the morning. But, when I woke up, I awoke to see that my mom had passed on and was gone from this world forever. Though she died she never left my side or my mind. She's still with me even to this day, loving me, caring for me and guiding me throughout everything I do.

(Picture above is of her mother. Not exactly but close enough)