Chapter 6: A New Helping Hand
Waking up in this new village was already very strange to Sky. Now he would be living here.
And without his wife, too.
This was going to take some getting used to.
Tiredly, he stood up and marched down the stairs of his new home. Kairhee was already down there, stomping around with his new puppy, Cilla, which Sky had adopted for his son.
After a moment or two, Nya could just be heard bawling above floor. Kai winced and glanced up. "Nya's crying again."
Sky chuckled. "Oh, really? I never would've noticed," He said sarcastically. "Thank you, son."
Kairhee, being the clever child he was, sensed his father's ironic tone and grinned in understanding as he continued to throw things at his puppy.
With a snicker, Sky paced upstairs to soothe his weeping daughter.
After the painstaking task was complete, the father stepped outside to have a look around at the village that had so kindly taken his family in.
Snow had layered the ground, shops, and houses all around.
Priscilla would've loved this. She'd always loved the snow… and it turned out to be the death of her…
Sky took a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh, trying to think with a more positive attitude.
Most of the shops were closed due to the harsh blizzard that had struck yesterday. But many of the villagers were out, repairing buildings that were damaged.
Sky winced when he saw a household that had completely caved in on itself.
Just like Summer…
A few people waved to the new arrival. Many didn't even acknowledge him. Only one was brave enough to speak with him: Thorn.
"Good morning, Sky. How are you doing this fine forenoon?"
Sky smiled. "Okay, I guess… I'll admit it, this is a very nice village you're running, Thorn."
"Thank you. I try." The chief replied with a prideful tone. It reminded Sky of his son.
"So, would you like my to help out in the repairs, or…"
Thorn shot him a meaningful glance. "You want to work already?"
"Well, you all have been so kind to us. I think it's time to repay that dept."
Thorn shrugged, "Well, if you really want to… You can choose where you want to go and help out. I'll watch over your children."
Sky nodded in appreciation. "Thank you."
Despite his worst fears screaming at him not to, he chose the house that had collapsed.
"Hello, newcomer," greeted a older woman who had been called Erin. "What you brings you here?"
"I'd like to help," Sky responded. "You seem to had a bit of a problem."
Erin chuckled and exhaled. "Yes, but thankfully, no lives were ended."
Except my wife…
Sky decided not to say anything about it, and stayed physically optimistic. "I see you have other helping hands." He said, pointing back to three young men chopping down trees behind her.
Erin turned to look at them, them dipped her head. "Yes. Those are my sons, Dasher, Thomas, and Henry. Boys! Come say hello!"
Immediately, the three boys perked their heads up and rushed over to their mother, nodding to Sky.
"Hello, sir. I'm Henry. I'm the oldest of us three." Said a red-haired, muscular young man who was a lot taller that his siblings. He seemed to be around twenty.
"I'm Thomas." Next was a teenager, about sixteen, with sleek, dark hair and a shy smile.
The last was Sky's favorite: an energetic fledgling, about Kai's age, with hair as black as coal… and as scruffy as a Labrador's fur coat that hadn't been brushed in weeks. "Dasher's the name, and dashing's my game!" He yelped as he took off toward forest surrounding the settlement of Ignacia.
Both Erin and Sky snickered.
"Now I know where his name comes from." Sky whispered.
And as Dasher came running back, Erin snatched him up and held him in a tight embrace.
"You seem like a family man," Erin commented after a few minutes. "Do you have any youngsters?
Sky sighed, "I have two children, a boy and a girl."
"Oh!" Erin was suddenly very excited. It was obvious she loved kids. "What are their names?"
"My youngest is the girl. Her name's Nya. And my oldest... and favorite…" That last part he'd whispered into Erin's ear, making her laugh. "His name is…"
Sky had abruptly been left with no words. He'd always called his son Kairhee, and his wife called him Kai. If he was going to be able to cope with Priscilla's death, he was going to have to find a way to make it feel like she was still around.
"Kai. His name is Kai."
Hello, everyone! Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I was just being ridiculously lazy. But it's finally up! I just hope I'm never that lazy again. ._.
Anyway, this chapter is probably my favorite because I had a dream about it a few days, and that's how I got the idea for this section. Plus, it's onger than most other chapters… ._.
I shall see you all later! I'm listening to Nightcore on iTunes and preparing for the new Ninjago episodes tonight (for those of you who are not in America, I'll let you know that the new season of Ninjago begins tonight in America, which is where I am. So yeah…)! :D
Your Awesomeness,
Hiro
P.S.: If you're a Walking Dead fan, I'd like to start a fanfiction that allows us to talk about the latest Walking Dead episodes, or episodes you've requested. I will hopefully have the author's note up by tonight. This will also be on my profile with instructions on how to participate. Thank you, and goodnight, fellow walker slayers! :)
