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Prologue: Alylonna
Thirty-three years old… Finally… I was free!
My name is Alylonna Gardner, or simply Aly. I am a Hobbit, with big feet, red curls and greenish brown eyes. And, as I came of age last week, I am free to go where I want to.
I heard Perogo singing at the top of his lungs and sighed, verifying I hadn't forgotten anything. The last thing I wanted was forgetting something that I needed and going back. I was going away from here and that was it.
I exited my bedroom, looking at it for the last time. I would miss it a bit. It had been my sanctuary for the last ten years, a place where I could write without interruption and read the few books I had. I closed the door and swung my bag over my shoulder, entering the kitchen to say goodbye.
My mother, Brerka, was preparing lunch for my brothers, Perogo and Meroirry, and my sisters, Lenever and Clessa. We had once been nine Hobbits to live in this house. But my father was dead and my older brothers, Sudo and Fragrin, had quit the house three years ago when they had reached thirty-three years old.
"Ready to go?" My mother asked me. She looked sad… Tears were glistening in her warm brown eyes.
"When will you come back?" Perogo asked. He was the youngest and was only eighteen years old. He looked so much like dad, it was painful sometimes. Shining greenish brown eyes and dark golden curls falling around his round face.
"I don't know, Pero." I answered, reaching to caress his curls. "I'll come to visit, but I don't know when."
Leniver looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You're just like dad." she pointed out. "You've just reach thirty-three and you go away from home." She bit her bottom lip… and ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
"Erm… Leni… I cannot breathe…" I said, petting her red curls. Leniver was like me… in appearance. We had both long red curls and greenish brown eyes. But she was thirteen years old younger than me.
My other sister, Clessa, was obstinately fixing her plate, avoiding my eyes.
"Clessy… Look at me…" I said. When I met her brown eyes, I said: "I love you all, Clessa, but I want to know the world outside our house, outside what I know. I will come back but I am old enough to take my own decisions and this is the decision I take."
"Going away." My sister bitterly answered, crossing her arms. Clessa was twenty-five years old, had dark golden curls and chocolate-coloured eyes. And, even if she was a bit aggressive for a Hobbit, she was a loving person, full of good intentions.
"She said she would come back." Meroirri said. He gave me a big smile that made his face look like the sun… with red curls and brown eyes. "Come back soon though. You must not miss my coming of age." he said. Because Meroi was just a year younger than me and would be thirty-three years old in a bit less than a year.
"I promise, Meroi." I said, before letting my mother hug me.
"Be careful, Aly." Mom said. She tucked one of my curls behind my ear. "Where are you going?" she asked me.
"I don't know." I said. "I'll follow my instinct."
I bid goodbye to my family and exited my house. A strong emotion of fear and of anticipation was mixing with my happiness and my excitation. But I was ready. I had waited for this moment for a long time.
This is only the prologue. Trust me; I have more chapters coming soon. Please, R & R!