First off, I AM SOOOOOO SORRY that I haven't posted in a while. I truly mean this. Last week I didn't get internet for things other than some recent projects that I'm doing. I will say that I have no clue how much I'll be posting this week, since I haven't been been writing much in Ara's Boys or in Every Road that Leads Home (I had been thinking about writing the day I came up with the tittle - witch is the reason for the "Rode" part) One part being, when I actually was writing I was writing a fanfiction with my friend I will be back and forth between my house and a fair that's going on. Just to give a heads up this time. Another part to a little update for my life is, I came up with an Idea to another story - may not be a fanfiction, but I will branch it off into one - so if any of you have Wattpad I'll be posting it on there, maybe I don't fully know yet, but I kinda want to. Also I apologize for the short chapter. BUT! I mad it so I can post it quickly to get something up. I wouldn't blame any of you if you though I merely diapered of the face of the earth.
I haven't heard any more updates, but still, please keep xEPICxBULLSEYEx in mind, as I don't know if he's gotten better or not yet, but still keep him in mind, and prayers as he recovers.
I thank you for sticking with me through my rambling, and my stories!
Cregan & Zekk Orainn (twins) - Lasans
Age(s): 8
Focus.
The word filled my mind often. My brother, Zekk, calls me crazy or weird. Five minutes. Five minutes, was all that made him older than me. But he still got all the good traits. He's already getting big, just like our dad, tall, and strong already for being eight. He get's the good memory, but, he's really temperamental. Me? I forget almost anything, I'm a coward. I get strange dreams, even while I'm awake. The weirdest part about them is, I see, or feel things before they happen.
The lonely streets weren't filled with people today. It seemed that not many want to be out in the rain. But Zekk and I, have to. Having the both of us took a lot of strength out of our mother, so she had gotten sick a lot, but she still managed. She scraped up every last credit she could, but didn't get the rest she needed. She worked herself too hard. It was last year, she got sick again, but, she couldn't beat it. Our mother didn't have anyone to help her, not after our father died two years before, which meant the same for us, and that we would have to fend for ourselves on the streets. We had to catch onto things a lot quicker than other kids our age, different species or not. Our mother use to tell us stories about our father, who had served in the Lasan Honor Guard. They both spoke of an officer that our father knew well, named Garazeb, I think that was his name. Zekk takes after him most of all. I didn't take after either of our parents. He's a real protector. Even though I'm close to Zekk's height, he acts as if I can't protect myself sometimes. I try to seem as if I can every now and then, but I really couldn't last one minute in a fight. Zekk can be quick to get man, unlike me. I may be stubborn, but something always holds me back from acting out in anger.
Right as night started to fall, we found shelter under a large overhanging tree. The nights weren't always bad, but with the chilling rain, a frozen-ness found it's way into the air. I shivered a little as Zekk lit a fire.
"Do you think we're the last of our kind?" I asked the question often in my head, but it had been bothering me lately.
"No." The flame made it's way into a full fire. "Remember that Garazeb guy lived through it. Dad knew he could." I looked at the ground, as Zekk set his bulging pack on the ground. He carried around our fathers Bo Rifle in its collapsed mode in his pack. I watched the flames reach up to the clouded sky, as they danced. My eyes grew heavy with sleep, and soon the world around me went dark, and I watched as a dream made it's way into my mind.
I will get part 2 up ASAP - no clue when that will be, but, I'm tryin here people!