The dim light of the attic was a shock form the bright morning light, and I blinked rapidly until my eyes had adjusted to the dark. There was so much clutter in the tiny room that I had to feel around me as I walked, carefully picking my way through the broken furniture, like a maze. Eventually I found what I was looking for, a small wooden chest engraved with a eagle with outstretched wings. I blew the dust off of it, and I sneezed as the motes irritated my nose.
I pulled out an old, bent knife, a slightly rusted cross on a black chain, two flags, and a crumpled, bloodstained black cape. Finally, at the very bottom, I found what I was looking for: a large book bound in black leather. I held it carefully, since it there were loose sheets of papers, maps and photographs crammed into the pages.
Putting the cross around my neck and gently placing the other items on the ground next to me, I wrapped the cloak around me and opened the book. As I turned to the first page, I breathed in the scent of the pages, the slightly musty smell of old pages and the faint, faint smell of lilac.
I could still remember the two of us, playing soldier in the fields, tackling one another and falling into the river, returning home with our clothes filthy and ruined.
Hey, I bet you can't be as awesome as me and climb to the top of that tree!
You really want to provoke me?
Tell me what the hell 'provoke' means, and I might answer you for once.
Smiling slightly, I looked down at the page, blank only for two grubby children's handprints . Then I turned to the next page, and started to read...
Sorry for the short chapter! The next one will be longer, I promise. I hope you liked this, and feedback would be AWESOME!