As the sun began to rise, it gave people the indication of a new day, a sense of hope. But for me, it starts an adventurous and unforgettable, yet the worst day of my life, or rather the start of the doom that will lead me to my death.
There I was kicked out of the hut I've lived my whole life. I was forced to move out and to prepare what every grown man must have: a hut. As a result of my age, the one and only advantage was that I could sneak out and hunt on my own, or that was at least what my cousins told me. Father, though, strongly discouraged it, as there are many 'dangers' outside our village. I certainly did not understand the reason why he said 'dangers' rather than 'risk'. I mean, I know there are animals and stuff, but they aren't any danger: one stab of a knife or spear and it's dead. I asked Father about this and he just looked at me with only a flicker of fear, quickly masking it into a blank face, and merely said, "You'll know…" trailing off with a small and quivery voice.
My father… he is the only reason why I'm writing this. When I was young, crying, he would use his muscular arms to wrap around me tightly, but not uncomfortably, giving me a sense of reassurance and love. His stocky build helped him to stand in front of me at any sign of danger, skillfully protecting me from any kind of harm. His jet-black hair gently resting on his shoulders, his chestnut eyes filled with warmth, his lips always curled into a smile. He was the best father you could ever imagine.
And just in one day, he vanished, just vanished.
Flashback of the day before
He had been merrily running into the forest, trying to catch any meat to celebrate my last meal as a teenager. Of course, I had been celebrating myself, unfortunately unaware of Father's presence, or lack of, in this case.
As the night progresses, did I notice something lacking… my father's comforting presence? I scanned through the crowd in the village which confirmed my suspicions. Panic started to engulf me. I whipped around, just to notice my mother standing behind me, looking at me with a hint of worry.
"What's wrong, dear?" she asked, though her voice sounded a little distant.
"W-wh-where's F-Father?" I managed to stutter out, trying to calm my trembling hands.
I gathered up all my courage to look up at my mother, but instead of the 'silly girl' that always came out of her mouth whenever I asked that, my eyes widened at the look of pity clearly shown on her face. This means… but no way! This was my father we're talking about. How could he… HOW COULD HE… he… disappear? She knew. SHE KNEW ALL NIGHT AND SHE DIDN'T TELL ME! I couldn't bear to be angry, the sense of loss overwhelming me.
End of Flashback