Mindy's POV
The big, thick walls of our new cave doesn't make me feel any better. I don't know what's making me feel so restless. Living in a place so close to different bats or being into yet another new home, but I always feel this way when we move. I don't know the new home, the animals living around the new home or the land surrounding it.
There's only one other bat in the cave with me. Granny. Mama and Dad are out hunting for bugs, so they left me with Granny. This always happens. My parents go out to get food, but I'm too upset to eat and Granny doesn't feel hungry, so we stay behind and sit with each other.
I crawl over to her and snuggle to her side. She wraps her wing around me and kisses me. She doesn't ask if I like our new home, probably because she and I both know the answer.
"Granny, tell me a story…Please?" I asked, putting my wing onto of hers.
Granny rubbed my head gently. "What K-kind of S-story?" She asked with sparkling eyes. Granny's the best storyteller. She may have a speech problem, but she can tell a good story and her stories always cheer me up.
"A happy story." I said. "With friendship and…" I hesitated before saying it. "..And going home." I love stories like that. Their my favorite kind of stories, but they also make me sad because friendship is something I'v never experienced and I never really had a place to call home. Both are things I wish for every night when I go to sleep at sunrise. Even though I know my wish will never come true.
Granny rubs my shoulder, thinking of a story. She then smiled that same smile she always smiled whenever she had a good story.
"Once upon a time, there were two little bats. They were best F-friends, they played all night long and had many A-A-adventures To-together."
I could almost see it: Two little bats flying in the night. Laughing and playing. Having fun. I pictured myself being one of them, and the other being my best friend. Why can't that be real?
Granny hugged me, knowing what I was thinking. "One night, they got lost. They were so far away from home that N-no frogs croaked, no crickets sang and no moths flew. They were alone. C-Completely alone." As she spoke, I noticed there were tears forming in her eyes.
"Granny?" I asked worriedly. My grandmother had told many stories, but she never cried during any of them before. Was the story prompting a sad memory? Was it really that bad?
But Granny just dried her tears away, continuing on with the story. "..O-One of them was scared, crying and was C-curled into a bal. W-W-Wanting her parents…The other looked helpl-L-L-Lessly A-Around the F-forest. Then gave the other a B-Big hug and said, 'It's ok, don't be scared. We'll get home S-S-somehow.' and dried her tears away." Granny had to stop for second. Her voice was beginning to crack and break into a sob.
I let her have a break. She needs it.
As I lean on her, I try to think of an explanation for her tears. Is the story based off of something that happened to her? Was Grandpa involved in it?…Was it something bad?
I wanted to ask, but I knew it was a bad idea. Granny was never one to tell others how she felt. Mama says its because she's afraid of making others worry for her.
Two minutes went by. Granny hugged me again and kissed my head. "..They looked up at the sky for C-Compfort…" She sniffled. "..And R-Realized the stars could lead them home..So they started flying, and F-Followed the stars home." She then started rubbing my shoulder. "And they were R-Reunited with their F-families, and L-lived happily ever after..The end."
Two little bats. Two little bats get lost. Two little bats follow the stars home. Two Little bats find their families. The story is a happy one, with hope and friendship in it. But why does it bring tears to Granny's eyes?
Before I could ask her anything, she looks at me. Tears still in her eyes. "Mindy…Always F-Follow your heart..Stars may shine the way, but its your heart that L-Leads you home."
I don't know what she means by that or why she's telling me it, but I don't question her. The look in her eyes is enough to keep me from asking. "Sure, Granny." I reassured her.
She and I hugged again. But as her warm embrace wrapped around me, I could feel her heart beating against my ear. Each beat her heart made sounded like soft thunder.
She's worried about something. I can tell just by her heart beat. But about what? That something will happen to me? Nothings going to happen, other then trying to adjust to life with the fruit bats and then eventually, moving again…But something is worrying Granny, and I bet it has something to do with that story she told me.
A/N: Been awhile since I updated this story. Summer time is just crazy for me. XD
So in the next chapter, Mindy and Stellaluna will officially meet! ^^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry if it seems short. X3