"When I was young, I was told that everything in the world happens for a reason, and that all things are born equal. I believed this with all my heart. Now I know it was just the foolish dreams of a child who was alone."
"I want answers!" I remembered someone from my past saying. If I am correct, it was my mother, angry at my father for some reason.
"You know that I just can't give them to you." My father had replied calmly, but with a cold tone. I hid and watched as he and my mother argued, angry at each other for a reason completely unknown to me.
"Answer me! Just... just please!" She begged.
"I... I just can't." He told her, now seeming ashamed of himself.
"Why? You should know that you can tell me anything!" She told him. She was beginning to cry.
"I can't. I'm sorry. I... I... just can't." He repeated.
"But..." My mother began, "when we agreed to do this, we promised not to hide anything from each other!"
"I know. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you." My father said. He stood up.
"Kite, don't! I need you! Please... please don't leave!" She held out her arm. My father looked at her with sad eyes.
He turned, and with a harsh tone, said, "Don't follow me. I need to be alone. Just... know this: I love you. I always have, and I always will. Good-goodbye."
He walked out of the room. For a moment, it seemed as if the world held it's breath. I heard a door slam. My mother fell to her knees and began to cry. Scared, I stood up and ran back to my room silently. I didn't know what to do. I was lost, and alone. I had already lost one family, and then, I realized that I was losing another one.
Being only eight years old, I hadn't gotten into the swing of life. I didn't know what was going on. I crawled into my bed, shivering, though I didn't know why. I tried to be strong, yet I was worried. That day had been my birthday. I shook my head, and expelled all thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind even further. I quickly fell asleep.
"Maxx, it's time to wake up." My mother announced the next morning.
"Mom..." I said, thinking it was all a dream.
"Yes? What is it dear?" She asked, seeing that something was on my mind.
I sat up and jumped out of bed. "It's nothing..." I told her. I could see what great pain she was going through when I looked her in the eyes. I didn't want to cause her any more.
"Okay, dear. You know you can tell me anything, though." She assured me, just as she had told my father.
"I... I know." I replied.
She forced a smile onto her face. "Okay. Get dressed. We have much to do." She walked out of my room.
"Yes, ma'am." I was curious, and had no idea what we might have to do, but I obeyed her orders. I got dressed and followed her.
My father had not come back after that night, and I lived alone with my mother for a year after that. Each passing day she became weaker and weaker. I hadn't known that it was because of my father being gone, and eventually, the sadness became too great to handle. She had been ridden with grief and she was in emotional pain the whole time. She gave up, leaving me utterly alone in the world. I decided that it was no use staying, and packed only what was necessary for survival, although I also took my mother's two most treasured possessions. Her pendant and her ribbon. I also took the sword that my father had trained me with.
I left, clad in only a trench coat and pants. I held my money in my pockets and my sword on my waist. I set my house aflame.
That day, I declared, "Mother, I swear, I will never forget you. I loved you, and I owe you my life. I apologize for burning the house down, but... some memories... are just meant to be forgotten."
I walked ever forward on the path that I had grown so accustomed to. The path of the wanderer, the path of the lone traveler, the path of never-ending grief. I walked the path of true life. I trudged ever forward, searching for my father.
Even today, eight years time has past, and I continue to walk alone. Someone, somewhere decided that this day, my birthday, the day that many terrible events have transgressed, would also be the day that I would make my first traveling member.
Well, that was my first "chapter." It was my main character (Maxx) remembering his life years ago. I know, it doesn't make sense yet, but ALL will be explained in the near future. IF enough people want it... or if ANYONE wants it... but then again, it wasn't too bad, was it? Rate and comment. Constructive criticism is welcome, and greatly appreciated. A message to all flamers: GO TO HELL! Thanks. If enough people like it, I'll upload more.