Memories [[Chaos]]
Aug 28, 2010 16:08:53 GMT -5
Post by chaseee on Aug 28, 2010 16:08:53 GMT -5
I looked out the window, and thought to myself, there is no way in hell I am going out in this weather. Rain was pouring as if someone was standing on the clouds dumping buckets onto Earth from above. You could barely see two feet in front of your face due to the thick fog, and added on to that it was cold. Not unusual summer weather. I still didn't like it.
I hated being cut off from the woods. There was nothing I enjoyed more than going out on a Sunday afternoon and shooting a few rabbits to bring home for supper. And there was always those times when my feet carried me to the spot my father was killed.
It wasn't as if I wanted to go there. It was if I needed too. It was the only way to prove what happened back there wasn't just some mixed up nightmare.
Well, for now, I was stuck at home. There was no way to change that. So I decided to spend some time with my living parent. I listened hard, trying to detect her whereabouts. She was in the kitchen. Figured. She had always been busying herself cooking or cleaning. Ever since dad died.
I got out of the small chair I was sitting on, and strolled into the small room. There she was, standing at the oven cooking whatever. It had to be past two, so it was either a late lunch or an early dinner.
"Hey mom..." She turned around, and I felt as if I swallowed a rock. It was obvious she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and there was a rather large snot clot hanging from her nose. "I... uh.... just wanted to let you know I was going out." I couldn't stand seeing her like this, and I knew she didn't want me to. I turned and walked out the door...
...And was immediately soaked through. Oh well. Better than sitting there watching mother cry. I forgot my bow and sheath of arrows in the weapon cupboard, although I still had dad's dagger sheathed at my belt. I reached up and stroked the amulet he had been so fond of. I remember, after the battle with that one girl, Flight, how I had snuck back into the woods and retreived the precious necklace. How I had put it on my neck and refused to take it off. Anything of my fathers was cherished.
And then I stopped walking. Because just up ahead, I saw... her.
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