A Savior For a Lost Hope
Most people think it would be neat to be someone of really big importance. Although , there is always that group of people that get that
wish and then wish they hadn't. I bet you felt like that at one time or another. Well this story describes that one hope that we want...or wanted
after you read this .
Chapter 1
" Death For a Boy's Eyes "
As usual on his daily Schedule Raven Nylark Walked outside through the woods to keep a fit condition , which wasn't hard for him . Now at this moment in time he was only a fourteen year old and knew little from his own home and the woods . Well , that isn't completely true. His father was a swordsman . So since he was around twelve he'd been training . Since it had
only been two years he knew very little though .
As he finally got home on his usual schedule he found his house had
been attacked . The whole place was a large bunch of ash now . He could
still see some smoke in the air as he got closer . " Oh no... what happened. " as he said that to himself he walked around . His eyes watered from both emotion and the smoke . As he walked some more he finally came upon two bodies . One of his father and the other of his mother . Something was missing though.Where was his brother ? Had he escaped the blaze ? Was he also away when it happened ? Slowly the thoughts began streaming into his head as he kneeled down and picked up his father's Katana . He pulled the magnificient blade and looked down again at his father's lifeless form . " I swear on this blade I'll find your killer , Father " . Soon after his journey began . Two things stood out in his mind more than others . Where
was his brother , and how would he survive in this place knowing it's
minimal amount of resources .
As the day went on it turns to darkness in little time at all . Soon he grew tired and sat down lighting a fire quickly , leaning back on a log
. He felt hungry but could do nothing about it . Rest would be the best thing to help that subject for him he thought . With this , he drifted off
into a quick slumber . As he slept his dreams didn't help much for him since they all showed many ways that his father could have died . Were his dreams real ? As he woke up the next morning he looked off into the bright
morning light yawning some as he stood . Quickly he turned off onto the
path again quickly making his way , finding no signs of life for such a long distance . He felt as though he went the wrong way suddenly . Truely he knew it was , but his doubt continued . Quickly he turned his pace into a quick jog . As he came upon the town he smiled walking down the streets and into a small Tavern getting food and water quickly . He felt famished and it was only a day . what would have happened if it was longer were his
main thoughts now . He tried to keep watch on everyone around him which
helped keep him more away from the idea's of his family's death.
Most people think it would be neat to be someone of really big importance. Although , there is always that group of people that get that
wish and then wish they hadn't. I bet you felt like that at one time or another. Well this story describes that one hope that we want...or wanted
after you read this .
Chapter 1
" Death For a Boy's Eyes "
As usual on his daily Schedule Raven Nylark Walked outside through the woods to keep a fit condition , which wasn't hard for him . Now at this moment in time he was only a fourteen year old and knew little from his own home and the woods . Well , that isn't completely true. His father was a swordsman . So since he was around twelve he'd been training . Since it had
only been two years he knew very little though .
As he finally got home on his usual schedule he found his house had
been attacked . The whole place was a large bunch of ash now . He could
still see some smoke in the air as he got closer . " Oh no... what happened. " as he said that to himself he walked around . His eyes watered from both emotion and the smoke . As he walked some more he finally came upon two bodies . One of his father and the other of his mother . Something was missing though.Where was his brother ? Had he escaped the blaze ? Was he also away when it happened ? Slowly the thoughts began streaming into his head as he kneeled down and picked up his father's Katana . He pulled the magnificient blade and looked down again at his father's lifeless form . " I swear on this blade I'll find your killer , Father " . Soon after his journey began . Two things stood out in his mind more than others . Where
was his brother , and how would he survive in this place knowing it's
minimal amount of resources .
As the day went on it turns to darkness in little time at all . Soon he grew tired and sat down lighting a fire quickly , leaning back on a log
. He felt hungry but could do nothing about it . Rest would be the best thing to help that subject for him he thought . With this , he drifted off
into a quick slumber . As he slept his dreams didn't help much for him since they all showed many ways that his father could have died . Were his dreams real ? As he woke up the next morning he looked off into the bright
morning light yawning some as he stood . Quickly he turned off onto the
path again quickly making his way , finding no signs of life for such a long distance . He felt as though he went the wrong way suddenly . Truely he knew it was , but his doubt continued . Quickly he turned his pace into a quick jog . As he came upon the town he smiled walking down the streets and into a small Tavern getting food and water quickly . He felt famished and it was only a day . what would have happened if it was longer were his
main thoughts now . He tried to keep watch on everyone around him which
helped keep him more away from the idea's of his family's death.