105 Primal Scion 1 : Speaking of the Devil (1/2)
”Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”
- Sartre, Being And Nothingness
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Continuing the game of chess, with its pieces made and fabricated from fragile and expensive-looking glasses, and in this nostalgic greenhouse-sized castle with all corners ullaged with nothing but books that a kid this age should have had hated, I found my mind, drifting to someplace else.
”King to H8...” I exclaimed as the conclusion draws near, not minding the game's development that much, since the thought of this visage being temporary begins to somehow boggle me. Not that if I focused, I could win though. The moment I agreed to play such a game, I lost by default... I am in her territory after all...
Actually, that's just a plain insecure excuse of an older brother who can't seem to beat either of his siblings... Well, for starters, Jean in the game of strategy is just way above me even in my current caliber.
The heir, himself, won against her... but just once. If I recalled, it was their first standoff, where Jean has this logical flowchart to focus on observing the reaction of the enemy first, hence making her lose the starting match, and yet, assuring victory coming in consecutive, and none was able to beat her ever since.
”Eh? Jaiden... Is it just me or you're becoming retarded?” Seeing my move to be somewhat irrational and highly stupid, Jean backlashed, all while reading another book emblazoned as ”Being and Time” by Martin Heidegger, a skill that she specializes in well... multitasking. And yet, to me, it just looks like a serious case of overconfidence.
”What do you mean? That's the most logical move there is.” Yeah... the best move indeed to stave a checkmate prompt, just by a single move more.
”Well, yeah you're right. I still can see your persistence which is a healthy sign, choosing to be cornered rather than to give up voluntarily. Whatever, we both know too well, that there's no turning back time, not in reality, and certainly not in board games such as this, says the author of this book I'm reading... Rook to H1...Checkmate! I win, again.” In her usual playful manner and with a satisfied look, she added, declaring her win which is apparently devoid of spoils.
”No turning back time huh”, I thought, knowing too well that the statement is both valid and credible, with or without philosophical standpoints and any statistical or qualitative data to back the claim up. And as Azazel expressed, accessing this Akashic records or not, the past is the past... an austere common sense that everyone is painstakingly hell-bent to understand.
The game of chess ultimately came to an end, with me not winning a single match. It's now dusk, with sunset tainting the whole place, making the vast personalized garden outside look even more outstanding...
How long has it been, ever since I saw this view? My mother's favorite garden full of white and unblemished orchids, planted in much-cultivated soils while dazzling in all of its unrivaled ambiances.
”Mom and dad...” Jean suddenly spoke, as I stared stunned looking at the visage outside,
”What about them?”
”You know they're coming in two days' time for older brother's birthday, right?”
”Ah, yes... That would be the case.”
”I hope older brother would be able to bare all of the stress. Being the primal scion of a renowned family sure is tough. You have to be top at school. You have to excel in merely anything that you have to do, even if it's out of your passion. It sure makes me glad that I was born a cute little sister. Well, you better prepare for it Jaiden. Once he'll seize the throne as the family's top echelon, it's going to be even more difficult for you.” She added, slowly leaning unto one of the bookshelves looking all sleepy. Well, we did play a lot, with each round taking as much as 20 minutes, and while it may look boring to outsiders, we enjoyed it.