Chapter 1: Auron the kid
11 years ago
"Gosh, I love life and it's funny, you love death, I guess opposites really do attract." I Said. "Yeah, whatever" Said Sephir, my only friend. I decided to ask him a question that I wanted to know but it was probably stupid to him. After all, everything was Stupid to him. "Well, what's so good about death?" Sephir sighed, then said "It makes life interesting." I said "OK, good enough for me" then I left. Hey, if he didn't say goodbye, why should I say goodbye.
"Auron, supper is ready" called my mom. Man, I loved my mom, but she is one of my causes of death. She taught me about how great God is, and many ways of life. Plus, she taught me how to survive out there when I was only 5.
CREAK, CREAK, CREAK, it was 1:30 in the morning when Two bandits walked up the stairs of my house, and ironically one was named Bandit. Bandit whispered " Hey Strollheim, look in there" Strollheim looked in my mom's room and said in a loud enough voice that the kid stealing cookies from downstairs (me) could hear "Let's kill her" "Nooooo!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs.
When I entered my mom's room, I saw three things, her body on the floor, a window that looked like someone broke out of it and a big muscular man who definitely couldn't fit through the window. He had a knife drenched with Blood in his hand. I recognized him as Strollheim, a bandit who I had seen a wanted poster for. I stared into his eyes and I got this weird feeling. It seems when he stared into my eyes he got that feeling too.
After that odd moment, our fight broke out. By the end we were both bleeding, of course since I was only six I was bleeding a lot worse than he was. I passed out and then he said "I like you, kid" and then he passed out himself.
When I woke up I was in a room the size of a closet, I was also in an empty bed. I knew at once it hadn't been a dream, because I heard the sound of wheels on road. Strollheim must have kidnapped me and put me on this thing. I could hear three people laughing in the next room. Then one of them said my name.
I walked in and saw Strollheim, a man who sat quietly, and a friendly looking guy. Strollheim surprisingly smiled at me and looked at my weird face and told me " I told ya already, I like you kid. You've got moxie, you've got spunk, and you've got enough courage to stand up to me. I'm not bragging but that's saying something. That's why I'm taking you with me"
"Do you know who these two are?" the friendly looking man asked me. He then pointed to Strollheim and the silent guy " These two are Strollheim and Bandit, The world's greatest team." I muttered "umm…" he then winked at me as to say, "play along, kid" I then said with fake pride and excitement "OH my goodness gracious, THE Strollheim and Bandit, what a honor" Strollheim smiled at this fakeness thinking he was famous world wide.
The man who winked at me introduced himself as Spire, my partner at this caravan. We would work on running the horses that pulled the caravan.
Strollheim then said "it's actually a circus car, but call it what you what" Spire replied "it will always be the caravan to me, after all it is mine and you should be grateful we're using it as our base."
Not really paying attention to their conservation, I saw Bandit glare hatefully at me. He probably understood as much as I did about why I was here. I could tell he didn't like me. I had a feeling life at the caravan would be harder than anything I'd ever face.