So if you know my work then this story may seem familiar. I originally wrote this as a short story for my English class and posted it up on here but then I later deleted it in favor of making this longer and into a full developed story. I now have the time to write the story, I've been out of school since the 24th which has given me time to think of how I want this story to go. If you're not familiar with my work then here's some stuff. I try to post a new chapter every other day because just like you I like to get updates as fast as possible. I post my work as soon as it's done so there might be mistakes, which also means I don't have a beta. Sooo, yeah. Enjoy!
P.S caldo means broth in Spanish (I'm Mexican but I live in the U.S.)
Prologue
The sound of feet stumbling over loose pebbles and roots shattered the silence of the forest. A bright, pale light seeped its way through the branches of the trees, guiding the loud set of feet toward the deep wading river.
The noise halted and the reflection of a small boy appeared on the surface of the water. Though small, the pale teen boy stood tall, preening with joy of his escape.
The reflection showed a boy with chestnut hair that shined with every movement he took. His eyes were wide and bright blue, resembling an exploding star. As he bowed his head to the water of the river he felt the ground vibrate beneath his feet.
He saw a group of people sprinting towards him, weapons in hand. The sound of laughter followed the porcelain boy as he ran blindly away from the river.
Arrows were shot and spears were thrown, the boy's heart pounding in his chest with fear. An arrow pierced his skin and he whimpered as he ran, the palm of his hand muffling the sound of his cries.
The young boy fell to the ground heaving, trying to gather the courage to pull the arrow out of his marred skin.
As he stared into the arrow that smeared his skin red he was pulled off the ground. He was steered toward a large pile of rocks hidden behind bushes. He frantically turned his head, trying to catch sight of the person pushing him towards the entrance of a cave.
"Here, put this in your mouth. It'll muffle your voice."
The blue eyed boy shook with fear; he had no idea what the stranger was going to do.
"You know it's not safe to be out in this part of the forest," the stranger stated.
"It's also against the law to live in these parts unless you're wanted for a crime and on the run." the stranger stiffened, taking a long pause as he was tending to the skin around the arrow.
"My name is B. Now, put that rag in your mouth already."
""K. My name is K." he swiftly place the cloth in his mouth, biting down hard as could.
B pulled out the arrow quickly, reaching for the few bandages he had.
K opened his eyes, pain spreading throughout his body. K caught sight of the stranger for the first time.
B was short and young by the looks of it. His skin was tan with a mop of curly hair that fell into ringlets across his forehead. Wide, caramel eyes fanned with long, thick lashes stared back at him.
"You – you, must be hungry, eat this." B stuttered, rushing past him. B placed a bowl of caldo into K's hands, avoiding his gaze. He looked at the bowl suspiciously then back at the other boy.
"Sure, he helped me but he could still very well kill me..." K thought to himself.
"Just eat it, I promise I didn't do anything to it. Look!" B grabbed the dish back and tipped it towards his mouth, swallowing with a loud gulp.
"Happy?" the boy handed it back to K. B strolled over to the edge of the face and rekindled the fire that K hadn't noticed before. K peered behind the bowl as he slowly gulped the caldo down.
"You know… you're going to stay here tonight, right? I mean they'll be looking for you until dawn and you're in no condition to be alone…" B stated nonchalantly.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you very much for your concern." K spat out.
The curly haired boy sat down next to him, reaching into his pocket.
"Yes, quite frankly I am concerned. Here, I want you to have this, " B placed a button in K's lap, "You're in these parts of the forest for a reason and I won't judge you. It's not my place to ask. My brother gave it to me." B walked over to the corner of the cave and lied down, facing the cave.
K looked at the boy who just offered him a home. He turned back to the exit of the cave.
*PIERCE*
B woke up the next morning to the smell of smoke.
As he turned his head towards the scent he heard a familiar voice say, "So, I'll tell you my real name if you tell me yours."
I might change the title later on since I don't like the title. And for some reason my laptop doesn't let my do the line breaks which really frustrates me so I apologize for that.
Until next time - RainbowMusician