In the creek, behind their hut of a house, lay a river. A stream so blue, so stunning that in far feature, when it starred in a hit blockbuster, movie goers would ponder whether or not it happened to be CGI.
Nobody cared about that now. CGI wasn't invented; the thought of movies never hit country English brains.
One person, however, had been eyeing that river all day. And that person was Thomas Cahill.
He was a blond haired, fair skinned meek boy, an accomplished well-known preteen (a phrase that came to light among the population a few centuries afterwards) among the town he resided in for his rare and natural athletic ability.
That one day, unaware the afternoon's events would change the course of his life, and the world's along with it forever, he set out across the rolling fields that were his backyard. Coming to the stream, he eyed the rushing water. Across it were tiny gray rocks he saw every time he came.
Then, he heard the voice of his sister.
"Thomas?" A mop of beautiful golden-red locks came into view.
"Ja-a-ane…"
"Puh-leese? Once? A proper man would not silence a lady."
"I'm twelve."
"Still a man." Jane skipped unto the first rock.
Thomas sucked in his breath, tugging at his tunic, staying behind. "A proper man does not let a lady kill herself."
"For heaven's sake, I will not kill myself!"
Jane stomped her sandal clad foot, destructing her balance and collapsing into the stream. "Ooh, I think I broke my back."
"SEEEE?" Thomas made no move to pull her up.
"Well, I didn't exactly kill myself." She pulled herself onto the dirt ground. A squishing sound radiated from under her pale feet. "What was that?"
Thomas bend down, squinting. "Is that a newt?"
"Really?" Jane tried not to act fascinated, but she also bent close to it in order to get a better study of the creature.
The rest… that was too much.
They ran into the house, after hearing the chilling scream. To see their brother, their protector when father was away, pointing a sharp knife in their mother's direction.
"YOU BETRTRAYED US," he was yelling, his face a pale indigo.
"Katherine?" Jane's head swiveled, panicked as she searched for the blonde head of her fifteen year old comforting older sister. Katherine was lying on the wooden floor, sobbing, wailing.
Olivia was wide eyed; her breath came out in short rasps. "I… didn't… do anything."
"Are you sure?" Luke continued. "Would you like to explain last night's VISITOR?"
"What visitor?" Jane screamed, her blue orbs crazily darting with fear.
"There was no caller!" Olivia responded, ignoring Jane.
"The visitor in black!" Luck roared. He pounced on his mum.
Jane threw herself forward. She tried to pull Luke off. "Stop it!"
"STOP IT? STOP IT?"
The door flew open. In walked Gordon Cahill. Alongside him were two armed authorities of the village. And that, that was the last thong Thomas saw before he, who was slowly shaking his head in disbelief and cowering the whole time, flew out back to the stream.
It was there he would stay for four days. And it would always be the place he would go when he needed to get away.
That was the day Luke fell into silent, slinking anger. He pounced, but never openly once again. He became a killer of secrets.
Katherine, it was obvious she had always known what had happened. She could see the straining family bonds before anyone else.
For Jane, that was the day fairy tales only existed in her writing. She vowed to others she would never think of them again, but they were always her secret comforter.
Thomas told himself he would never let anything happen like that again.
This is my first and only story for FF. Sorry that it's short.