Credit goes to the Awesome Kelv! Prologue
Like a ghost, I walked out of my home and shut the door silently behind me. So what if I was merely seven years old? I wanted time to myself without my brother trying my patience. Just a couple more weeks and he would be going back to Hogwarts. I was counting the days.
The vibrant sun could be seen setting behind the houses and was painting the sky with magentas and purples. A sight to see. It was the middle of August, so I didn’t have to worry about getting cold. The little neighborhood we lived in was secluded and serene, so it didn’t surprise me when all I heard were quick chirps from a flying bird and waking crickets.
Taking a quick look around me, I stepped into my backyard and directed my footsteps toward the small forest. It wasn’t a forest really, but so many trees were found out here, I liked to imagine it was a forest. I also liked to hide out here when my brother was being especially annoying. These trees were my sanctuary.
As soon as the trees were shielding me enough that I couldn’t be seen from the kitchen window, but close enough that I would be able to hear if somebody were to call for me, I sat down on a patch of dirt and leaned up against a nearby tree. Setting my notebook on my knees, I took out my quill and began to write. I wanted to capture the description of the sky into a quick poem before somebody came looking for me. Engrossed into my work, I didn’t hear anybody approach until they spoke.
“That is beautiful!” A high-pitched voice whispered next to me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin and quickly got to my feet. Drinking in the woman’s appearance, I began deciding whether to ask the woman who she was, or run home. She must have seen the apprehension expression I wore on my face because she put up a dainty hand and let an apologetic smile fall onto her lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Your poem was just too beautiful not to admire.” She said sweetly.
Still, I was hesitant to trust the woman in front of me. All my mother and father have drilled into my brain since I could even remember was to never trust anybody you didn’t know. How did this woman even get here? I’ve never seen her around the neighborhood before. Unless she just moved here. But even then, I shouldn’t be talking to her.
“Really. You don’t have to be scared of little old me. What am I going to do to you? Take your quill?” she giggled.
I had to admit, she had a point. She couldn’t be taller than 5”1’. She was even shorter than my mother and my mother wasn’t that tall. Her wavy, raven black hair barely went down below her shoulders and her skin was a dull brown color. Her slender body was hidden underneath a dark cloak, but the hood wasn’t on, so I was able to see her face clearly. Hazel eyes blinked back at me, underneath think eyelashes. The more I looked her over, the less scary she seemed to get.
“Who are you?” I asked her softly.
“Ah but what is your name? I refuse to bore you with my dull life.” She giggled again. It was almost childish how she giggled.
Seeing nothing wrong with giving her my name, I answered her, “Elliot Dion Edwards.”
“Edwards?” she asked. I thought I saw her frown at this, but then the girlish smile was back on her face.
“It’s my mom’s maiden name.” I told her. Yes I was only seven, but I wasn’t unintelligent. For some reason my mother made all of us take her last name when we were born. Even she still goes by Edwards and she married my father before I was born. I don’t even know what my father’s last name is. It bothered me sometimes not knowing. My brothers couldn’t care less though. They didn’t ask questions like I did.
“I’m sorry. Do you not live with your daddy? I should have-” I interrupted her for two reasons. One, I never called my father
daddy, and two I didn’t want to take her pity for something that wasn’t true.
“My father still lives with us. We just don’t go by his last name.” I explained.
“Why?” she asked, tilting her head.
I shrugged my shoulders. “How did you get here?”
“I heard music coming from over here the other day, and I thought a musician had come to live in the woods.” She said, the smile back on her face.
I felt my cheeks warm at her kind words. “That was me.” When I wasn’t writing in my notebook, I liked to play my violin out here. Aleksander always made fun of me when I played it in the house, so I resorted to playing it out here.
“That couldn’t have been you! You play like a true musician!” she praised. Again, I began to blush and kicked absentmindedly at the rock in front of me.
“Thank you.” I replied.
“What are you doing way out here? Shouldn’t you be with your mommy and daddy?” she asked in the high-pitched voice.
Did I look like I was five? I didn’t call them
mommy and
daddy. I’ve never called them that. It was such a juvenile way to talk. But the woman had been nice to me, so I wasn’t going to correct her. “They are-”
“Elliot!” I turned my head automatically to the sound of my name and could see my mother peaking out from the back door. Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the backyard and I saw her forehead wrinkle up in a worried expression when she didn’t see me. Turning back around, I saw that I was the only one still standing amongst the trees. The woman long gone.
So, yeah. Two little Birdies
one Elephant shaped and the other looking like a platypus wanted me to do a sequel to "A Greek Story". It's not really a sequel...well yes it is. XD So for people who don't know, Elliot, is Sam's son (one of then anyways) and the story is going to be in his point of view. Criticism is always welcome.
It might be a little confusing in the beginning but it will get explained soon enough.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25