A carriage moving at the speed of a ruuning man and inside it was a woman and a small boy. The Woman was sitting calmly while looking outside at the vast fields of wheat covering her whole view. The light brown color of the crops that could be seen until the end of horizon and further of it mountains, partially visible due to the fog that looked tiny from within the carriage. In contrast to the woman was the small boy sitting to her right wearing a frown unsuitable for his age and changing his posture in every few moment while gritting his teeth and every while and then lifting his body by pressing the seat but it was not for fun, his grim face and wobbling hand that were on verge to lose their strength. Finally, his hand lost all its strength resulting in john falling with ‘thump’ sound on the seat.

“Ouch” John yelped as he hurriedly stood up from his seat holding his butt with each respective hand and rubbing them to soothe out the pain and torment caused by the carriage seat. Beautifully covered with the most precious leather but not a single cushion inside it. Calling people to sit over them so they could inflict severe pain on their butts. He looked at his mother. She was looking at him, amused with the cute act his son making.

She placed him on her lap. It was still uncomfortable but better than sitting on the wooden seat.

His mother poked his both cheek “Wanna see something interesting”. He wanted to say no but she was still poking his cheek unabling to shake his head. Clear sign of not taking no for an answer. He helplessly nodded his head. She stopped poking his cheek “Good boy” she said, placing her one hand on the place where John was sitting. She did something that was uncomprehnsible for John. Her hand glowed and the seat which was made of wooden was depressed inside and it was done so easily as if it wasn’t a wooden seat but a nice cushiony seat. John jumped up from her lap, intently looking at the depressed seat while ignoring lingering butt pain. He himself touched the seat to check if it was real or not and to John’s surprise it was real. It felt like a cushion. His mom lifted her hand and with that seat also turned to its original state. Hard and ruthless. John didn’t give up he pressed the seat with all his strength to do the same as his mom did but nothing happened. It was again same old hard seat.

He looked at her mother, frustrated on being unable to do what his mother did and also unable to understand how she did it. His faced formed into a big frown and in slightly hyped up tone he asked “How did you did it mom?”

Her mom in reply covered her mouth trying to hide her smile which made John even more impatient “Tell me Please.”

His mother once again placed him on her lap and told him “You’ll learn it in magic school so don’t worry about it”.

“No I want to Know now”

“But it requires practice. You can’t learn it by just knowing how to do it”

“I want to know”

“How about I teach you when we get back at home”

“All right” He wanted it now though but it’s still within reach so no problem.

At last they reached at his mom’s friend house. A servant opened the door which was unnecessary and they went in. Inside was painted blue with slight white running horizontally along the wall and the statue. Some big, some small all over the place and one strangely odd looking statued on middle on which a ladt was working on. She turned to look toward John and his mom.

“Denata you came” Her eyes showing Joy. She ran toward his mother hugging her.

“Alarice it’s good to see you” said Denata while trying her best to get her off but she wasn’t going to get off any soon. For next few seconds she hugged Denata until she was satisfied and after that she changed her target to John.

“Ooh who’s this little guy” said Alarice as she lifted him up and hugged him, suffocating John in the process. John tried to free himself from her grip but her grip was surprisly strong or it was just he was surprisingly weak.

His face was getting pale and he was loosing his strength. “Your grip is too tight Alarice place him down” said Denata hurriedly before it gets worse. She immediately placed the child back on the floor when she saw John face.

Alarice looked at Denata and place her right hand on her mouth “soorry” said Alarice stretching the word for two seconds while brows raised and eyes little squinted. “So how are you” Alarice changed topic to save herself from further problem and it worked as Denata continued with the conversation which made her heave a sigh of relief and just to be safe he stood between john and Denata so she don’t remember about it by seeing John pale face.

John was lying on floor with his hand and knees as support and taking a deep breath. He saw high strength lady stood in front of her with his back facing toward him. ‘does she want a kick on a butt’ he seriously gave a thought to it but in the end voted against it. What if she again tries to hug him. He would be dead. John rose on his feet and sat on the sofa nearby waiting for their conversation to end.

Alarice and Denata talk had just begun and it won’t anytime near. It took fifteen minutes for John to realize this and when he realized he felt his blood boiling ‘Why am I here’ he looked at her mother hinting her to notice him but she was engrossed in the conversation with her completely forgetting about him. He looked around the room and notice a garden like place so he decided to go there. He looked at his mom one last time and went out.

He went into the garden at back of the house which was full of different color flowers. Different in shape and sizes. He looked at those, quite impressed with the view it was. He went near to one of the plant with a flower white at outside and pink inside.

John stretched his hand to pluck it but the voice of a lady from behind stopped him “Stop”. John surprised turned toward the source, accidentally plucking the flower he was firmly gripping. The lady glared at him when she saw the plucked flower in her hand. She strode toward John and snatched the flower from his hand which was a very bold move for a servant considering John’s family background in the present world. John was looking at her when she snatched the flower from his hand. He wasn’t into the hierarchical system so for him it was just doing something bad for someone else property “I’m sorry mam. It wasn’t intent….” “Just get out of here” ‘what’ He frowned deeply on being cutted of while apologizing.

He once again looked at the lady face. This time to understand the reason of her hate toward him. He stared at her face which made her even more irritated. Her frown, gritting teeth and rapid breathing was hinting on her trying to control her rage. “Why are you so angry” asked John however she didn’t reply. She just gritting her teeth with her fist clenched. She reluctantly left after few seconds her eyes were red due to anger. She wanted to do more but she wasn’t, maybe because he belongs to general family. Her walking style was odd. When she moved forward with her right leg it was normal as all people but when she moved with the left leg she would make a quick step as if trying to put less stress on left leg. John didn’t realized it before when she came near to him that she has some problem with her legs but that wasn’t the most important problem. The most important problem was the reason of her anger toward John for just plucking a flower. “That woman is crazy just like the owner” said John as he walked back to where his mom was.

As soon as he arrived inside her mom held his hand lifting him up “John we are going out for shopping” his mom said with a smile. He was given no choice and was dragged by his mother followed by Alarice.