Yay, I hope ya'll liked chpt 1 cause chpt 2 is longer! So without further adeiu I present the next chpt of my on going series!
Chapter 2: A Growing Boy12 years later…
Mrs. Ghast started to chop vegetables quickly, first carrots then peppers and finally onion, she hated those because they always make her cry. She glanced at the family photo of her husband and her son and herself. She looked at her husband's graying hair and large eyeglasses. Then she looked at her son's small tuft of brown hair popping out of the top part of his head. She looked at their features, it was impossible to say that they didn't look alike. Her son's angular yet chubby face and her husband's angular face. They just fit. They were like doubles of a puzzle piece you only need one but you got the two of them anyway.
She missed her husband to the point that she would break down and cry at night. Some nights after his death she wondered if the baby was crying with her, she swore she could hear faint whimpers coming from his crib in the attic. Or maybe it was his sister… no, it can't be, he doesn't know his sister after all. She fidgeted that was such a long time before he was born, and his sister wasn't her child. Her husband has lost his first wife and remarried. There was a creak from the stairs, like a groan.
"Ma, I'm going out," the boy said as he landed with a thump on the floor after he had jumped from the second step.
"Gideon, thank goodness, you scared me young man, and stop jumping from the stairs!" she scolded.
"Yes ma,"
"You can't go out now anyway you have to eat diner and get a shower not to mention do the dishes."
"Ohhh mannnn… Maaaa, I just wanted to go out and play a bit before bed," he moaned.
"No, little mister tomorrow is your birthday and you need to be rested for it, I have something special for you this year." she said.
"Really! Can I have it now? Please! Ma?"
"No, No not until tomorrow. Now go get a shower before diner is ready or else you wont get it at all."
He trudged back upstairs and she was rewarded with a door closing and the sound of the shower being turned on. She turned back to her vegetables and continued to chop. He's so excited already and he doesn't even know what it is. Now all I have to do is find it…that shouldn't be too difficult it's around the house somewhere. She finished chopping and dropped all the diced veggies in the pot. The water boiled and a few bits of beef floated on the surface. She was going to surprise him with a cake tomorrow, a big one with chocolate icing and happy birthday written on it.
The Next Day…
It was late afternoon and almost time for him to receive his gift, she had just sprung out the cake and he loved it. She quickly ran to the back room where she had hidden it so many years earlier for this day. She looked at the box, covered in dust and kind of old, she picked it up carefully and walked back into the kitchen to an awestruck "WOW!" from her son. She place it on the table and looked at him, his face was a glow with glee. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Ma? Can you get me a knife so I can open it? I really want to find out what it is."
"Okay, but be careful," she advised
"You know it Ma," he replied.
She handed him a knife and he cut into the box and a tiny ting came from inside. His palms sweated and he continued to cut it open. He reached the end and ripped the box fully open with his hands, the light from the overhead lamp shined off a straight blade long but not too long, with a width the size of hand, finger tips to wrist, and came to a razor sharp edge that could cut through a 100 year old tree with 3 strokes. The blade was perfectly made and ended and flowed into a beautiful hilt, 4 or 5 inches larger than the blade, decorated with red gems that sparkled in the light adding to the greatness. The hilt ended with a tightly bound handle that fit his hand perfectly.
"Wow, this is the coolest sword I've ever seen in my entire life Ma!" he shouted.
"Your welcome honey, I thought you would like it. I purchased it two months after your father…" she trailed off.
"Died, I'm sorry mom, but I think I gonna leave here tomorrow, head towards the Northern Crater. They say that there was a huge battle fought there eleven years ago and the good guys defeated a man named Sephiroth. I wanna go there Ma, I wanna see the place where the world was saved. I think I might even go to Midgar, I hear they just finished rebuilding it, it took them eleven years. It must have been in bad shape after meteor…" he was stopped by a raised hand.
"There is no need to explain yourself, your twelve now and that means that you can make your own decisions, I have faith in you," she finished.
"Thanks for understanding Ma."
"I'll pack your food pack Gideon, you'll need food to get there." she looked at his spikey brown hair and sighed. He was just like his father.
She touched his shoulder and pulled him into an embrace.
"I love you Gid."
"I love you too Ma."
Gideon ran upstairs clutching the sword and started to pack his bag for the biggest adventure of his life. He had never gone outside of Icicle Inn, his hometown. The journey would be long and gruesomely tiresome.
Chapter 2… End