Chapter 2:
The small form of a boy started into the forest not really knowing where to go yet he did. He had never been to anywhere besides the village he grew up in. If he had he was too young to remember.
Touya struggled through the forest as he was caught up in the branches and bushes. He hadn't been traveling for long and he had several bruises and cuts all over his body, but he couldn't stop he had to keep going he had to keep going for Sirene. He touched the crystal around his neck giving hope again.
It was getting close to nightfall so Touya decided it was time to stop for the day. He didn't know how to survive in the forest but he didn't care. He just had to find his sister. With her gone he felt as half of him was missing. He sat under a tree and watched the stars for awhile till sleep silently came around the corner.
It had been four days since he left the village. Blood seeped through his clothing that had become to big for him. Touya was already very slender but since he didn't know what he could really eat and what not to he hadn't eaten very much. His already pale skin was completely white where there wasn't and mud or blood caked on him. He looked helpless and an easy kill like you could break him as easy as a twig, but he didn't give up he kept going. By the end of the day he finally broke through the forest. He settled at the edge of the forest sleeping because the next day he would be going through the mountains.
The next day an hour or so before dawn, Touya gathered different types of fruit, roots, and mushrooms he knew were edible. He put as many as possible in his little bag that he had. (Don't ask about the bag I forgot to put that he brought it in the earlier ch.)
As dawn approached he began his climb through the mountain. He wasn't bothered but the intense cold that the mountain had as he trudge the snow that was to his knees. He continued his climb stopping only when necessary.
After about three days he began his decent. It was easier to go down. The snow had lessened and was no longer above his head. It slowly went from above his head too to his head, to his shoulders, his waist, then his knees till finally only his ankles were covered by the snow.
It had taken two days for him to finally get to the base of the mountain. He was dehydrated and too thin for someone even his size. His skin matched the snow and his sister's skin he thought. She had always had white skin, while he was still pale he looked dark compared to her. Of course everyone did. His eyes were still their pupil-less ice blue.
He knew he couldn't stop to rest; he had to find the village that Yani said Marygold was at before nightfall. He continued down the mountain and over a small hill. When he reached the top of the hill he saw a small village. It was getting dark so he had to hurry but his feet didn't want to carry him any further. He ignored their protest and continued.
Marygold had just finished putting up her pots that she used to cook and started a fire. She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes humming to herself. She jumped with a start when she heard a small knock on her door. At first she didn't do anything, thinking she was just hearing things. She settled down again but there was another knock. She got up and headed to the door. She did not expect to see what she did. When she opened the door she saw a young, very paled skin boy with grayish/blue hair with four aqua green bangs with blood, cuts, and bruises decorating his body lay half dead on her porch. She fought the urge to cry out and quickly gathered the child in her arms bringing him inside.
She quickly stripped him of his old cloths and began to treat the cuts and bruises. She felt along his side for any broken ribs or broken bones in general. She found him to thin and light for his height and age. She let a sigh of relief escape her lips when she saw that none of the cuts were too deep and none poisoned and nothing broken. The child would live from the cuts but she wasn't too sure how long it was till he had eaten something. Soon she everything treated and wrapped up in a blanket till she could get him some cloths from on of the small boys in the village. She pushed another log on the fire and sat back and watched the boy. All she could do now was wait, watch, and hope that he would awake soon. The fire burned dimly, casting shadows upon the wall. Slowly dieing as dawn began to approach.
Well there is Chapter 2. Longer then the other 2 I guess. Oh well I hope you have enjoyed it so far. Don't know when I can update but I'll try. I haven't really thought about this one much since I am working on Trip to Hogwarts! and tying to get that done. So I don't really have much planned after this chapter but I am sure I will think of something. Thank you for all the reviews they mean a lot. Well till next time Namaarie!