Chapter 1: A Normal Morning
A village that hides in the woods, away from everything that the outside world had to offer it, is where this story begins. The villagers that were forced into the midst of the woods, who created this village, took with them dark secrets as they fled. Secrets that would destroy everything they stood for, everything they believed in if found out. Fleeing from their old homes was the only thing they could do to keep these secrets safe, only a handful of people within the actual village itself knew about them, keeping their own families in the dark for their own good.
The snow dusted the ground of said village and it continued to flutter down towards the frozen ground beneath it. A door of one of the near by cabins opened, as the snow that lazily sat on the roof above, dived down onto the person's head that had stepped forward. "Mom it's snowing!" The little boy cried with excitement as he shook the snow that just fell onto his head off.
A woman's soft chuckle was heard from the warm cabin, "I told you it was sweetie." She sang happily as she stepped into the frame of the door to inspect the outside surrounding for herself. Her figure looked small when compared to the doors frame. Her white blonde hair blew with the chilling wind and she shivered slightly as she watched her son from a distance.
The little boy wasted no time as he ran excitedly in circles, excited by the cold weather and the gift it had brought to him. "It's snowing!" The boy sang as he stopped and gazed into the gray colored sky, his cheeks rosy from the cooler temperature.
"Gabriel if you're going to play in the snow, then eat your breakfast first and put on your coat." His mom said in a kind, but meaningful tone.
The boy's blue eyes sparkled when he gazed at his mom. He knew he couldn't disobey her command and slowly walked back towards the cabin. Taking in the last of his surroundings as much as he could before re-entering the home. "Hurry up Gabriel, you're letting all the heat out!" A deep voice scolded from inside the cabin. Gabriel quickened his pace, not wanting to upset his short-tempered father.
Once he was through the door, his mom closed it tightly as an attempt to keep the cooler air from seeping into the cracks. "Sit at the table sweet heart, I'll prepare your breakfast for you." She smiled, walking towards the kitchen area.
"Thank you mom." Gabriel smiled, taking his seat in front of his father who was reading a piece of paper.
Gabriel kept quiet as he studied the way his father's cold eyes skimmed the paper. His father's dark brow raised and he grunted out, as he continued to read. Gabriel's curiosity was starting to boil over as his father looked up from the paper. "What?" He asked in an annoyed tone, not amused with being stared at.
Gabriel averted his gaze, feeling ashamed that he had displeased his father yet again. It wasn't uncommon for his father to use that tone with him. "Sorry father." Gabriel said in a sadden tone.
"Whatever." His father sneered at him as he slammed the paper down onto the table and ran a hand through his short, black, untidy hair. "Training after breakfast, then chores, followed by more training. You're too weak you need to man up." His father stood to his feet; no emotions present on his rugged face and his eyes were filled with the same emptiness.
"Honey he's still a boy." His mother protested in a calm manner.
"He wouldn't be a boy if you didn't keep babying him!" He shouted angrily. "I don't have time for this. When you're done eating meet me at the usual place." He commanded, before he stomped towards the door and slamming it shut behind him.
The two jumped in suprise at the force that the father used to close the door. Anger traveled through Gabriel's veins, boiling his blood at the thought of how his father treated his mom. It wasn't fair that she put up with his constant rants about how weak their child was. Guilt washed over him, calming the rage that wanted to seep out of his pores. Realization had smacked him finally as his mom handed him a bowel of oatmeal. "I'm sorry mother." Gabriel spoke in a torn voice. He was still angry, but yet the sadness seemed to mellow him out.
"Sorry for what?" His mom asked curiously as she gazed into his blue sapphire eyes.
"For being weak." He said just above a whisper. "Dad takes his anger out on you as well for my mistakes." Gabriel felt his eyes sting as they started to swell with tears.
"No sweetie, it's not your fault. You're only a 10-year-old boy. Your father just expects too much from you is all." His mother said in a gentle voice as she brushed away the tears that had managed to escape Gabriel's eyes with her thumb.
"I have no excuse though." He said backing away from her touch, not wanting to be comforted like a child. "Dad is right and I will have to just try harder today!" Gabriel said with a forced smile on his face.
His mom smiled, "Try your best."
"Of course mom." His voice betrayed him. He sounded more determined than he actually felt. He didn't say anything more to his mom as he picked up the spoon in the bowel and began to eat the sticky substance. He fought down the want of spitting out his breakfast but his mom would notice. It wasn't the fact that his mom was a bad cook or anything; it was just he had so often tasted Oatmeal that it literally started to make him feel ill.
He quickly ate the rest of the oatmeal, thinking of something other than what he was forcing into his body. Fighting down the bile that started to burn his throat, he stood to his feet and chugged a glass of water. Trying to rid his mouth of that flavor that just refused to go away. He reached for the door; ready to head out, when his mom stopped him. "Don't forget your coat." She pointed towards the direction in which his coat was hanging up next to hers.
"Alright mom." He smiled as he went to fetch his coat.
"Don't push yourself too hard." She warned him, ruffling his black hair, making it untidy.
"Stop it mom." He pushed her arm away, after his coat was on and zipped up.
"Be careful." She warned him as he walked over to where his katana was propped up against the wall.
"Of course." He sighed, as he placed the katana on his back, a black strap crossing his chest at an angle, the katana's dark sheath with a small red diamond pattern in the middle, clung to his back. The mom focused on his back as her little boy walked through the door.
How she hated it when he trained with such a dangerous weapon. She felt an uneasy feeling build up in her stomach. She placed her small pale hands together in a nervous fashion. "Please let him be ok." She prayed softly.
To be continued...hope it was ok
A village that hides in the woods, away from everything that the outside world had to offer it, is where this story begins. The villagers that were forced into the midst of the woods, who created this village, took with them dark secrets as they fled. Secrets that would destroy everything they stood for, everything they believed in if found out. Fleeing from their old homes was the only thing they could do to keep these secrets safe, only a handful of people within the actual village itself knew about them, keeping their own families in the dark for their own good.
The snow dusted the ground of said village and it continued to flutter down towards the frozen ground beneath it. A door of one of the near by cabins opened, as the snow that lazily sat on the roof above, dived down onto the person's head that had stepped forward. "Mom it's snowing!" The little boy cried with excitement as he shook the snow that just fell onto his head off.
A woman's soft chuckle was heard from the warm cabin, "I told you it was sweetie." She sang happily as she stepped into the frame of the door to inspect the outside surrounding for herself. Her figure looked small when compared to the doors frame. Her white blonde hair blew with the chilling wind and she shivered slightly as she watched her son from a distance.
The little boy wasted no time as he ran excitedly in circles, excited by the cold weather and the gift it had brought to him. "It's snowing!" The boy sang as he stopped and gazed into the gray colored sky, his cheeks rosy from the cooler temperature.
"Gabriel if you're going to play in the snow, then eat your breakfast first and put on your coat." His mom said in a kind, but meaningful tone.
The boy's blue eyes sparkled when he gazed at his mom. He knew he couldn't disobey her command and slowly walked back towards the cabin. Taking in the last of his surroundings as much as he could before re-entering the home. "Hurry up Gabriel, you're letting all the heat out!" A deep voice scolded from inside the cabin. Gabriel quickened his pace, not wanting to upset his short-tempered father.
Once he was through the door, his mom closed it tightly as an attempt to keep the cooler air from seeping into the cracks. "Sit at the table sweet heart, I'll prepare your breakfast for you." She smiled, walking towards the kitchen area.
"Thank you mom." Gabriel smiled, taking his seat in front of his father who was reading a piece of paper.
Gabriel kept quiet as he studied the way his father's cold eyes skimmed the paper. His father's dark brow raised and he grunted out, as he continued to read. Gabriel's curiosity was starting to boil over as his father looked up from the paper. "What?" He asked in an annoyed tone, not amused with being stared at.
Gabriel averted his gaze, feeling ashamed that he had displeased his father yet again. It wasn't uncommon for his father to use that tone with him. "Sorry father." Gabriel said in a sadden tone.
"Whatever." His father sneered at him as he slammed the paper down onto the table and ran a hand through his short, black, untidy hair. "Training after breakfast, then chores, followed by more training. You're too weak you need to man up." His father stood to his feet; no emotions present on his rugged face and his eyes were filled with the same emptiness.
"Honey he's still a boy." His mother protested in a calm manner.
"He wouldn't be a boy if you didn't keep babying him!" He shouted angrily. "I don't have time for this. When you're done eating meet me at the usual place." He commanded, before he stomped towards the door and slamming it shut behind him.
The two jumped in suprise at the force that the father used to close the door. Anger traveled through Gabriel's veins, boiling his blood at the thought of how his father treated his mom. It wasn't fair that she put up with his constant rants about how weak their child was. Guilt washed over him, calming the rage that wanted to seep out of his pores. Realization had smacked him finally as his mom handed him a bowel of oatmeal. "I'm sorry mother." Gabriel spoke in a torn voice. He was still angry, but yet the sadness seemed to mellow him out.
"Sorry for what?" His mom asked curiously as she gazed into his blue sapphire eyes.
"For being weak." He said just above a whisper. "Dad takes his anger out on you as well for my mistakes." Gabriel felt his eyes sting as they started to swell with tears.
"No sweetie, it's not your fault. You're only a 10-year-old boy. Your father just expects too much from you is all." His mother said in a gentle voice as she brushed away the tears that had managed to escape Gabriel's eyes with her thumb.
"I have no excuse though." He said backing away from her touch, not wanting to be comforted like a child. "Dad is right and I will have to just try harder today!" Gabriel said with a forced smile on his face.
His mom smiled, "Try your best."
"Of course mom." His voice betrayed him. He sounded more determined than he actually felt. He didn't say anything more to his mom as he picked up the spoon in the bowel and began to eat the sticky substance. He fought down the want of spitting out his breakfast but his mom would notice. It wasn't the fact that his mom was a bad cook or anything; it was just he had so often tasted Oatmeal that it literally started to make him feel ill.
He quickly ate the rest of the oatmeal, thinking of something other than what he was forcing into his body. Fighting down the bile that started to burn his throat, he stood to his feet and chugged a glass of water. Trying to rid his mouth of that flavor that just refused to go away. He reached for the door; ready to head out, when his mom stopped him. "Don't forget your coat." She pointed towards the direction in which his coat was hanging up next to hers.
"Alright mom." He smiled as he went to fetch his coat.
"Don't push yourself too hard." She warned him, ruffling his black hair, making it untidy.
"Stop it mom." He pushed her arm away, after his coat was on and zipped up.
"Be careful." She warned him as he walked over to where his katana was propped up against the wall.
"Of course." He sighed, as he placed the katana on his back, a black strap crossing his chest at an angle, the katana's dark sheath with a small red diamond pattern in the middle, clung to his back. The mom focused on his back as her little boy walked through the door.
How she hated it when he trained with such a dangerous weapon. She felt an uneasy feeling build up in her stomach. She placed her small pale hands together in a nervous fashion. "Please let him be ok." She prayed softly.
To be continued...hope it was ok
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