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Lynx: Holy. I messed up. I sumibtted the wrong chapter for chapter fourteen. This is the real fourteen I'm so sorry. Looks like theres going to be a triple update just for this mistake. Submitting both 14, 15, and 16 for you. Aren't you lucky?

Chapter Fourteen

Morning came a little bit too quickly for Youko to handle. He barely gotten sleep the other night. He almost felt as if sleep never happened at that night. The air held a fresh scent. Something he used to enjoy when he was little, and hated when his father thought that he was old enough to be trained.

When it rained, his father thought he had saw a golden opportunity and tried to get Youko to freeze the puddles or any of the droplets of water that was falling from the leaves on the trees.

Yet, now that he was away from there. It only reminded Youko about all the tortures that his father tried to place on him. Rain was a blessing and a curse and it mixed into one at times. In the beginning it was a blessing. Then when it was done, it was a curse.

He didn't know this forest very well and had no idea about how big it was. He knew it could be easy to get lost. There isn't any pathways. Not that he noticed any last night. He stretched and got out of the hole in the trees.

Once he did, his heart sunk. The mud looked deep and the puddles were still there. The animals that would be waking at the moment were gone. It could only mean that the forest was a danger hazard now that the rain was done.

The soil from the ground looked thick and looked dry too. Yet Youko wasn't buying it. Not at the moment. Just because the soil looked stable didn't mean it was. He crawled out farther and stood up. If he only walked on the grass then it would work..maybe.

He stood up and brushed himself off he looked around. The plants looked a lot more alive then they had when he first got into the forest. They also seemed to be clean. Every rainfall made anything look clean including the people. In one of the books he had read, the rain was to wash away the unclean.

The unclean.

Youko hated that term that the book used. That's what he always thought of himself and of Tamara. His father made sure to tell them that every chance he got when he was in the mood to make them feel dirty and unclean.

"We're not the ones that are unclean." Youko said to himself as he bent down on his knees and touched a blooming flower that was just awakening. "It's the abusers and the selfish that are."

He stood up and sighed, the forest was big and the path way to get to the town wasn't around any longer. He was going to have to go by guessing games now. He sighed as he bit his lip. The forest was not at all pleasant and he had no way to tell when another storm was going to come up.

And his luck with shelter was going to be shot. He only got lucky once that did not mean he was going to get lucky again. He growled as he started to walk off in a random direction. If it took him to a different place, then that would be fine. As long as it wasn't a land that his father had contact with.

To many connections was going to be hard to hide from him. But he knew that if his mother had a plan to escape and nearly got it fulfilled then he would too. He wouldn't die like a coward who couldn't do a thing however. He was going to fight back, even if he had no clue how to control plants.

Sighing he treaded his randomly and looked down at the ground mostly. He didn't really want to remember what he was thinking off and didn't want to remember the pain he had endured.

Tamara did more then her share and he only endangered Kanya when he figured out that his father was looking for him. She was going to get killed. Tamara was going to be killed first though, that's what his thought was.

And he couldn't do a thing.

Then again, they were adults, surely they would come up with something. At the moment, Youko had to come up with a plan for himself and only for himself. If he ran into someone that knew the forest then maybe he would be able to do something, but right now he was going to have to do it the guess and hope sort of way.

Youko sighed, "I hate it when I'm in the middle of something that I didn't do. Mother was a whore like father said, and Father just abuses me like I'm my mother's failure. It's not my fault I was born. It wasn't my fault they decided to conceive a child...and it's NOT my FAULT about what they decided to do!"

Each word he said, he seemed to find a better way of saying that it wasn't his fault, but it was at the same time. He knew that near the forest was suppose to be a village that his father rarely checked for anything so that sort of meant that if he could find the village, he might be safe for a couple of days or more. He knew that he was going to have sneak off onto a boat or something. This place was more or less an island almost. The Fox Clan liked to keep away from the other countries.

Sighing, he knew that his father would be checking the main lands when he caught wind that his son wasn't on the island anymore. Rubbing the back of his neck, he kept walking the same path, knowing that he was bound to strike gold sooner or later.