I'm awoken to the gentle sound of rain on the window. I sit up drowsily and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I stand up slowly and walk over to the curtains. I push them back and look outside the cold window. The sight makes me want to crawl back into bed, it's all dark and damp outside. The clouds are a deep shade of grey, and the ground is a dark brown from the dirt being dampened by the harsh rain.
The rain is barely a drizzle, yet it keeps falling. Finally bored with it I walk over to the mirror. The face that looks back at me has olive toned skin, long deep brown hair, and light gray eyes. I grab a brush that was near my bed and began to attempt to untangle the big mass of brown on my head. Eventually, I gave up and laid the brush back down.
Suddenly remembered the knife I found the night before, that also brought back the memory of the mystery boy I had, barely, met. I walked over to my shelf, grabbed the knife, and placed it on my pillow. I slowly sat down and examined the knife. After about twenty minutes of examining it I came to a conclusion that it was actually a dagger, it had a steel blade and the handle had an exquisite design. It looked like a bird covered in flames ascending towards the shiny blade. It was so beautiful it took my breath away. I ran my fingers up and down the blade, it was extremely sharp.
"Why not go hunting with it?" I mumble to myself right as I hear a knock at the door. Quickly I hid the knife under my pillow.
"Come in," I say.
My mom's face peaks around the door. Her grey eyes are as deep as the clouds.
"Hello sweetie," she starts. "You're finally up."
"Hey," I reply.
"So, about last night…" her voice trails off.
"Don't worry mom, I'm fine, all I really want to do right now is go hunting. It helps me clear my head." I tell her.
"Okay, I'll tell your dad. Be home around lunch time okay?" my mom tells me.
"Sure," I reply.
My mom sighs, "You really are like me aren't you?"
"I am," I reply simply as I get up from the bed and walk over to her.
I embrace her in a hug. She hugs me back and smiles.
"Will you braid my hair for me? Like yours?" I ask.
"Sure," she says as she reaches for the brush.
After a few minutes my hair is in a braid down my back. It looks amazing.
"Thanks mom, I love you," I say as I walk to the closet and start to get dressed in hunting clothes.
"Love you too," my mom says as she walks out the door.
As soon as the door shuts I quickly grab the knife and put it into one of my belt loops. Then I head down the stairs and make my way to the door. When I open the door my face is immediately hit with a gust of cold air. It feels amazing.
I strut down the street, and then start running towards the fence. I swiftly and gracefully make my way past the fence and reach the woods. It only takes a few minutes for me to reach the spot where I keep my weapons hidden.
I reach the spot and grab the bow and arrow and the sheath. I sling both the sheath and the bow over my right shoulder. Suddenly I hear a rustle coming from the bush nearby. Quickly I notch my arrow and let it fly towards the noise. It hits the target dead center. The target turned out to be a rabbit. I look around for something to put the rabbit in, what I find is a large leaf, so I place the rabbit in the leaf and then set it up in a tree. I take the knife from my belt loop and put an E shaped marking on the tree to remind me where I put my game.
After marking the tree I begin hunting. Since it's cold out and the wind is howling, the game most likely was scared off.
"Where in the world could the animals be hiding…" I muttered to myself right as I saw something scuttle up into a tree.
My eyes quickly darted to where the noise was and I saw a squirrel on one of the lower branches. I quickly re-notched an arrow on my bow and aimed at the target. I had just released the arrow when I heard the familiar sound of a knife being thrown. The knife hit the squirrel right as my arrow did. I lunged at the squirrel as its limp body began to fall to the ground, but someone beat me to it.
Right before I could reach the animal someone's hand emerged and grabbed it. I looked angrily at the hand's owner to see a boy. It was a familiar looking boy who had sparkling gray eyes and brunette hair.
I was the boy from last night, the one who knew my name.