'Is everything a dream or is it real?' 'Is life worth living if only pieces remain?' 'My heart is still and empty' ' Maybe death is the dream...'
The boy collapsed with exhaustion onto a patch of grass. Dream and reality mixed in his vision. Again his eyes wearily were coaxed to sleep.... A dark reached out from underneath....The boy sat up tired as ever. What plagued his mind so? were these memories or dreams? Answers to the questions he could not say. His ocean blue eyes scanned the horizon for any other islands he often wondered about but alas luck was not on his side. Brushing off the sand on his shoulders, the boy picked up his tattered hat and walked off the beach. The boy was Al ,which is Alamantia for short given to him by his deceased mother, was always dozing off in the island sun but today it seemed to be slower. For an apprentice to a sage, he was little more in uniform than actual clothes. He wore a blue split tail coat with tan baggy pants and boots. His hat was wide brimmed with a point so there was little need to rest on long hikes to his mentor's cottage. Today in the quiet village of Silverdale, Al was finally going to complete his training with his master and receive special gloves to finish his outfit. He strode through town with confidence to the bakers for breakfast. With the little money he had he bought a freshly baked muffin. "Thank you," Al said quietly glancing at her daughter Kid who was sitting by the window chewing on some sweet bread and egg. Her bright eyes looked his way and he turned blushing. "Ye very welcome young lad," replied Ms. McMaullin changing the subject "You do well to make this village proud when ye finish yer train'in" eying Al sternly. Al looking her in the face hesitantly said "yes ma'am, goodbye" and continued on his way.
[jackal] · Mon Jan 21, 2008 @ 12:43am · 0 Comments |