Post by Malfriths Dream on Oct 14, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -6
The sun has just begun to rise. Its rays gleaming over the few tall buildings in the town. It was still quiet, not many out yet. The occasional person out doing their morning chores In the corner of the street. There is a small child he looks to be twelve years of age, maybe thirteen. A woman has his arm, pulling him as he drags his feet down the street.
As the boy gets dragged around, he shouts in a winy voice, "I'm tired of going ma! I don't like it there!" The mother shakes her head as she pulls him around, saying in a calm, cool voice, "You need to go son."
The boy keeps shouting as he tries to pull his arm away from her "I don't want to learn about it ma! It's gross!" He sticks out his tongue and gives his arm another quick tug finally slipping free. "I'm tired of being around of those sick people! I want to be in the guard! Like father!" The child puffs out his chest trying to look stronger than he really was.
The mother quickly retaliated with a slap to the back of the childs head then grabbing his arm once more, tighter then before so he would not try to pull that move again. As she speaks her voice sounds more aggravated, possibly, by his words "Your father has a dangerous job. No child of mine is going in that line of work..."
The child calmed down, and frowns slightly, letting himself get pulled now, "But ma… I'm strong! I can do it! Father is teaching me to fight and everything!"
The mother sighs and stops, turning to him. She gets on one knee running her fingers gently through his hair "Malfrith… My child, you and I both know you are not a fighter… I know because I raised you." She stands up once more continuing her walk down the long street. After a moment she says back in her usual calm voice "Now come on, I want to find your father. He hasn't eaten this morning and forgot to say goodbye."
Malfrith sighs as he gets pulled by his mother, not saying another word. The sun had finally made it over the highest building. Malfrith gazes down the alleys in curiosity, noticing a drunk lying on the ground. He tilts his head slightly looking for a moment, As he beings to speak to his mother "Who is…" his sentence is cut short by screams around the next bend.
Everyone in the street immediately stops the things they were doing, rushing around the bend to see. The mother held Malfrith tightly as she too rushed around the bend. Malfrith clung on to the back of her shirt trying to stay close to her.
They push their way through a throng. All centralized around something. They finally manage to make their way to the front. The mother eyes look in horror as a man lay on the ground bleeding terribly from his stomach. She collapsed onto the ground next to him weeping.
Malfrith fell next to him also shouting at his mother "Ma! Do something!"
The man with what little energy he had shouted at the crowd "Get him away! Don't let him see!" He tried to cover the wound from the boy's sight.
Malfrith shook his head violently "No father! I can save you!" But his eyes open wide as he sees his father look at his mother for just a moment as his entire body tightens up from his last breath.
At that moment a man leaned down next to his mother saying quietly to her "I'll take him home for you." He grabbed mal and began pushing through crowd as the young boy shouted "No! I can save him!" The man ignored him, taking him home.
----------------------------Back at Mal and Darrla's place------------------
Malfrith wakes up, quickly scanning the room he is in. He pushes himself out of bed sweat dripping down his forehead as he makes his way over to the table. Pouring a drink of water he shouts in the house "Darrla?" The lack of response said it all. She must have been in Trestlebridge…
As the boy gets dragged around, he shouts in a winy voice, "I'm tired of going ma! I don't like it there!" The mother shakes her head as she pulls him around, saying in a calm, cool voice, "You need to go son."
The boy keeps shouting as he tries to pull his arm away from her "I don't want to learn about it ma! It's gross!" He sticks out his tongue and gives his arm another quick tug finally slipping free. "I'm tired of being around of those sick people! I want to be in the guard! Like father!" The child puffs out his chest trying to look stronger than he really was.
The mother quickly retaliated with a slap to the back of the childs head then grabbing his arm once more, tighter then before so he would not try to pull that move again. As she speaks her voice sounds more aggravated, possibly, by his words "Your father has a dangerous job. No child of mine is going in that line of work..."
The child calmed down, and frowns slightly, letting himself get pulled now, "But ma… I'm strong! I can do it! Father is teaching me to fight and everything!"
The mother sighs and stops, turning to him. She gets on one knee running her fingers gently through his hair "Malfrith… My child, you and I both know you are not a fighter… I know because I raised you." She stands up once more continuing her walk down the long street. After a moment she says back in her usual calm voice "Now come on, I want to find your father. He hasn't eaten this morning and forgot to say goodbye."
Malfrith sighs as he gets pulled by his mother, not saying another word. The sun had finally made it over the highest building. Malfrith gazes down the alleys in curiosity, noticing a drunk lying on the ground. He tilts his head slightly looking for a moment, As he beings to speak to his mother "Who is…" his sentence is cut short by screams around the next bend.
Everyone in the street immediately stops the things they were doing, rushing around the bend to see. The mother held Malfrith tightly as she too rushed around the bend. Malfrith clung on to the back of her shirt trying to stay close to her.
They push their way through a throng. All centralized around something. They finally manage to make their way to the front. The mother eyes look in horror as a man lay on the ground bleeding terribly from his stomach. She collapsed onto the ground next to him weeping.
Malfrith fell next to him also shouting at his mother "Ma! Do something!"
The man with what little energy he had shouted at the crowd "Get him away! Don't let him see!" He tried to cover the wound from the boy's sight.
Malfrith shook his head violently "No father! I can save you!" But his eyes open wide as he sees his father look at his mother for just a moment as his entire body tightens up from his last breath.
At that moment a man leaned down next to his mother saying quietly to her "I'll take him home for you." He grabbed mal and began pushing through crowd as the young boy shouted "No! I can save him!" The man ignored him, taking him home.
----------------------------Back at Mal and Darrla's place------------------
Malfrith wakes up, quickly scanning the room he is in. He pushes himself out of bed sweat dripping down his forehead as he makes his way over to the table. Pouring a drink of water he shouts in the house "Darrla?" The lack of response said it all. She must have been in Trestlebridge…