I was walking around with my Mynci, Amialika, in Tyrannia, browsing shops,
getting a bite to eat from the Giant Omelette, playing a good game of Kacheekers,
and checking to see if there were any tickets left for "Chomby and the Fungus
Balls", when out of nowhere, an enormous Grarrl came up to me and my Mynci and
said, "You look good for war. Here take this." He handed me two nametags that
read, "Tyrannian Trainee 1 point".
I looked at it with a puzzled look. What was this? What did he mean by war?
I became more and more worried as time passed. I looked down at my dear, sweet
pet who was in the process of pinning his nametag to her "Chomby and the Fungus
Balls" jacket. She didn't seem to worried at first, in fact, she found it rather
entertaining to have her very own nametag that made her feel so important. I
let out a nervous sigh as I shoved the tag in my pants pocket.
As we took the ferry home to Cute City, Amialika noticed that something was
bothering me since I was biting my nails, a bad habit I do whenever I get nervous.
She asked, "Mum, why are you chewing your nails? Is something wrong?"
I patted her shoulder and corrected her, "Biting. Not chewing, biting my nails.
And, well nothing's wrong, there's just something on my mind. Now rest your
eyes, it's a long way home from here."
"But I don't want to sleep! I know there's something wrong! You always chew,
I mean bite, your nails when you're worried! Please tell me!" she whined.
How do I explain war to such a young Mynci? After all, she is less than a
month old. I sat down next to her and placed her on my lap.
"Well you see--" my mouth was open, but no words were coming out. I still
couldn't think of a way to explain such a violent and terrible thing like war
in a way that wouldn't frighten my pet. If I told her that there might be many
pets fighting, or that we might have to never go back to Tyrannia, her favourite
land, it would scare her and make her feel miserable.
"What, Mum?" she pleaded.
"Well, you see that nametag you pinned on your jacket? The one that big Grarrl
gave you?" She looked down and admired it with a smile. "Well, they only give
out those nametags when there might be a possibility of war. The reason that
the Grarrl gave you that pin was that he thought we were well suited to be soldiers.
That we looked like we could fight well."
"Like in Battledome?" Amialika asked with excitement in her eyes thinking
of the Battledome
"No, not like in Battledome In Battledome you can be healed easily by the
Healing Faerie, remember her?" Amialika nodded. "In this kind of a fight, sometimes
you can't be healed that easily if at all. That pin isn't a good thing," I explained.
"What's gonna happen? Are we gonna be all right? Is that mean Grarrl actually
gonna make us fight?" Her eyes look scared and desperate.
"I don't know exactly what will happen, and I don't know if we'll have to
fight. The future is uncertain after that Grarrl came up to us. But, I promise
you that you'll always have me and your sisters. I promise." Amialika wiped
away a tear that trickled down her cheek, and nodded slowly.
I gave her a big hug and rested my chin on her head as she fell asleep. What
I told her wasn't lies, but it wasn't the whole truth. Now I knew how parents
feel when they have to explain tough situations to their children. It's not
easy, because you, the caretaker don't even know for sure what in fact will
happen. If there is to be another Tyrannian War? Only time will tell.
Tyrannian Victory Day
is the 12th of Hunting.