Silence of Good Men
By The Madd Hattress
December twenty-third.
"Cain, look at that one." A small girl peered into a store window, marveling at a large, decorated tree. Her blue cobalt blues shimmered with the candles flickering on the tree. Even the august Mary Weather could not resist the innocent charm Christmas brought to things. A dark haired boy glanced down at the little girl. He enjoyed times when she acted her age. It made him happy to see her childish spark.
"What do you think of that one?" Cain asked. He pointed to a doll set at the base of the tree amongst other toys. She was dressed in an extravagant red and gold dress decorated with bows and frills. A large, fancy sat upon her brown, curly locks, completing the outfit.
Mary frowned. "Brother, have you forgotten that I already have dozens of dolls?"
"Not that one."
"They look close enough. You could be a bit more creative with your gift buying."
Her remark made Cain smirk. "Then what would you like?" he asked.
Mary Weather slightly tilted her head to the left in thought. "I don't know," she replied thoughtfully.
"Shall we take a look inside then?" Mary took this into consideration, nodded, and silently headed for the store door. Her brother fallowed behind.
The building was rather small, but very warm, a perfect place to escape the December cold. Cain fallowed Mary through out the store, occasionally pointing out various toys and dolls that could be future Christmas presents. Mary politely shrugged them all of with a "That's nice" or a "Maybe". Cain had spotted a doll, one prettier then the one in the window, who had quite a likeliness to Mary Weather. Mary had wandered off into another section of the store where hats and jewelry were set up. She picked up a purple hat with a black large black feather sticking out of it and a black veil hung down in front of it. Mary picked up the hat, and studied it with mild curiosity. She could not decide if she thought it was pretty or ugly, so she put it back in it's place. Her attention to a heart locket that was laying out on display. A rose was carved into the golden surface. It was very pretty, she thought. She liked it.
"Cain," Mary called.
Cain found his way over to where his sister had wandered off, and said, "Yes, Mary Weather?"
"I want this." She pointed her index finger at the gold locket.
Cain furrowed his brows. "It's pretty, but don't you think that you are a bit too young for it?" Mary looked up at him and gave him a dirty look. "I meant no offence by it, but, Mary, I do think you may be a little to young to have finer jewelry like this."
"If you haven't noticed, Cain," Mary said in a huffy tone, "I am more mature then most girls my age."
"Yes, I have noticed, Mary, but-."
"Then what is the problem?"
"I just don't think you are ready to take care of something like that."
"Brother, it's an inanimate object, not a person or animal. How hard could it be?"
Cain smiled. "I'll consider it."
Mary's eyes flashed with joy. She grabbed onto Cain, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you, Brother."
January first.
Cain Hargreaves, master of the Hargreaves estate, laid on top of his bed with his head resting upon his arms. There was no light, even though it was morning. The curtains had been drawn shut to keep out the sun. He wasn't in the mood for light. He wanted to stay in the dark, the place where his mind was. His golden eyes were soar from tears. They were not focused on anything in particular. Cain had not left his room for nearly fourty-eight hours, and did not plan on leaving anytime soon. Occasionally someone would knock on the door, asking if he needed anything. Cain would not reply. He would stay in his silent state, wishing the world would fall away.
Even though it already had.
The door opened a crack letting some light from the hallway into the room. Cain ignored this.
"Lord Cain?"
Again, no reply.
"Lord Cain?" the voice tried again. Cain knew who had entered, and he did not feel like seeing them at the moment. He didn't want to see anyone; all he wanted was to be left alone. "I brought you something to eat." The silver tray holding the food was set down on a small table near the giant bed. Cain continued to lie motionlessly. Riff sighed. "Please try to eat something, Cain," he pleaded. Riff turned away and left his master to be alone.
This chapter is very short. Sorry about that.
I'm also sorry that I will be jumping from different time frames. I don't plan on using a particular orderly order :p
It's a boring start, but I'm hoping it will go along better then this first chapter. I hate first chapters.