Warning: sad
Abida eyes widened. Her mother had just told her that her uncle, Marik's father, was never coming back. The small 5 year old would have jump for joy if it wasn't for the fact that her ankle was still injured from the time the cruel man had stepped on it.
She went to go find Marik and tell him the good news.
She limped out side and found him sitting in the sand doing something she could see.
"Marik!" She exclaimed. "Marik! Did you hear Uncle Jahm is-." She stopped suddenly after see what the sandy blond haired boy was doing.
The boy who she thought was Marik was holding a sharp stick and poking a bird with it. The creature was bleeding stain the sand with much red. What made it worse was that she saw it move slightly. It was still alive.
"Marik, what are doing!" She exclaimed as he drove the stick into the bird again. "Stop it! You're hurting it!"
The boy turned towards Abida. She felt like screaming.
"I'm not Marik." The boy snarled.
Abida ran, not even feeling the pain in her ankle with the amount of adrenaline in her blood. Only when she was inside her room with her door closed did she stop. Her ankle was swollen and in great pain.
She cried as she remembered what had scared her most about that boy. His eyes, they were just like Jahm's