Ugh. Another rainy day. Another day of begging, with no one to beg to.
To top it of, the bastard who sticking me out here, is sitting at my mom's ex-nice home. That he drove her out of. Sitting in front of the fire, drinking. Warm. In contrast, I'm sitting on a street corner, out in the rain, with some brown baggy pants, no shirt, cause he ripped it off. You would think he would be smart and mean, and buy me a new shirt so he can grab me by my collar. Not that it would be an improvement, but at least I would be warm. He's to interested in himself and the ladies he keeps bringing home. Ah, there's Kayta.
I guess I should explain us. I'm 5'4, muscular. Dark brown hair, green eyes. I'm 16. Kayta is 15, and is a petite, slim, blond hair blue eyed girl. Today she is wearing a red and white checker dress, artfully patched, though dreadfully worn thin. She gives me five rupees and a half a loaf of bread. She lays out a blanket so we can sit down and stay dry under her umbrella.
We munched on our bread for a while.
"Kayta, why did you bring a whole loaf?" I said softly.
I was embarrassed, because I had to eat a poor family's food to stay alive. They deserved it more than I did. I pushed my half away, even though I was so hungry.
Kayta looked up and smiled. She pushed it back towards me and softly said "Eat. Please. You're skin and bone."
I pushed it back.
"No, let your family eat it" I said "I'm not hungry anymore."
Just at the exact possible moment, my stomach rumbled.
She started giggling.
"Eat. Dad got a job as a guard. Mom made this just for us."
I paused. There was no way I was going to not eat it with her watching me.
"Oh, if I have to eat it…" I said in mock defeat, as I wolfed it down.
She laughed harder than ever.
BOOM
"The hell?" I muttered
BOOM
I dropped the loaf.
BOOM
Kayta stopped laughing
BOOM
Then I heard a distant ringing.
Invasion.
Kayta dropped her loaf
"Dad…" she muttered.
Tears flowed out of the big blue eyes.
BAM!
The drawbridge flew passed us.
Kayta fainted.
There, ringed by thunder, stood Gannondorf.
