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Chapter1-Escape from Pain.
The suns burned down on two half-starved figures. Their clothes rag's barley covering their bodies. At first site a person might think that the people might be a couple yars away. At second glance you could see that they were children. One might feel compassion towards them as they entered the small town. Two little, starving, children with no Mother or Father. But as they drew near you and you got to look at them closely you were struck with a sudden fear or anger. If you were drunk you might be brave enough to beat them up. They seemed all right, but when they looked at you fear was in your soul.
It was the eyes.
They just weren't right. They were golden. The little girl with her blue hair in caked with mud and sand seemed friendly enough. But the older one, presumably her brother, had a calm sense around him. His blue hair long and scraggly.
They always went to the towns well and got enough water to last them till the next city. No one knew why until they had actually seen them their-selves. And thus our story begins.
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"AND NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE AROUND HERE AGAIN!" shouted an angry unshaven man, as he threw his empty booze bottle at the two small children.
"Freaks," he muttered afterwards.
"Brother why do they always treat us like that?" whimpered a little girl tugging on her brother's hand.
He looked down and sad look in his golden eyes.
"I don't know sister…I don't know," was the reply; as they left the town the townsfolk's leering at them from their houses.
The brother narrowed his eyes.
How dare they… he thought How dare they do that to my sister…what she do…no what did I do to deserve such a fate as this.
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A tall well cared-for man entered the towns' saloon.
"What was that about?" he asked the bartender while he waited for his drink.
"What's what for?" was the reply.
"The act of throwing out those poor worthless children out of town that's what." Came the mans answer.
"Oh them? What about them?" the bartender said shoving him his drink.
"How come you threw them out?" The man said a little testily.
" I'm not sure… You just get an uneasy feeling when they're around…almost as if they're reading your mind. And their eyes…"the bar-tender stopped lost in his thoughts.
"Their eyes? What about their eyes?" the man said sipping his drink.
"Golden."
The man snorted. " Are you expecting me to believe that your afraid of children with golden eyes?!"
"They seem to look right through you," The bartender said looking the man straight in the eye.
The man eyed him back.
"How interesting," was the comment before he paid and then left.
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"Brother I'm cold," said the little girl shivering against the stone wall.
Her brother looked over.
If only we had enough time to get kindling for fire he thought.
"Here take my shirt," he replied taking it off.
The little girls eyes widened.
"But brother won't you be cold?" she enquired hesitantly reaching for his shirt.
"Sister believe me I won't be cold," he lied as he put his shirt upon her. "Now go to sleep. We'll wake up early tomorrow and go to July. I hear that it's a very good place."
"Well…If you say so," she said before closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.
He sat there staring at the dim weed before him.
If he focused hard enough maybe he could start a fire.
Nah he thought I'm just dreaming…but just this once…I almost wish I could. Even if it was only for tonight. Maybe even forever.
He narrowed his eyes and cleared his mind. A soft breeze came up. He watched the sand particles dance in the wind. He wondered idly what they'd look like if they became more…into a sand tornado! He sat there concentrating thinking that this was impossible as his eyes widened it started to spin very slowly on an axis.
Ya and then he'd pay those townfolk out. For everything.
The tornado picked up pace in its spinning. Until it became a roaring tornado ready to strike. The roaring wind woke the little girl her eyes wide.
"Brother!" she cried out. Her cries lost to the wind. The tornado turned and roared like a caged beast. And then most horrifyingly came towards them.
Crap was all he could think. Now I've done it.
"Grab my hand!" he yelled reaching out to his sister. She clung onto him as they tried to out run the tornado.
The tornado roared behind them following them like a dog follows his master.
The wind grew stronger. Very much stronger.
The little girl could feel her grip start to give way.
"ANIKI!" she screamed her eyes full of terror.
He drew his arms tighter around her.
Nothing in this world would make him lose his sister. Nothing.
He tripped and fell down into the sand.
"Aniki!" she screamed.
"Run ahead!" he shouted.
The little girl stood there a pout beginning to form.
"NO!" was her tart reply.
The tornado drew closer as he struggled upon his feet.
The roar was deafening.
The sand blew into his eyes.
Wishing that it would all stop.
Wishing.
He was fresh out of wishes.
He stood up glaring at the tornado that he had unknowingly created.
"Stop," he whispered. Then even louder. "STOP!"
The tornado hesitated.
Why tornado are you still alive? questioned a voice. Your creator has commanded you to stop. Then why do you still thrive?
The tornado hesitated once more. Then completely disintegrated to nothing.
The little girls' eyes widened.
"Wow," she breathed. Admiration clearly showing. "You stopped a tornado!"
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Please review! This story was going to be short one… but I have a feeling it won't. I kinda revised it *abit* and aniki means older brother in Japanese. (thought it was cuter than just brother) I hope I spelled it right I'm notorious for spelling errors.
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