An Adventure Stopped ShortAll I wanted was to be happy again. All I wanted was to have a reason to wake up in the morning. That’s why I went to her. That’s why I was stupid enough to put my trust in someone I barely knew. But what choice did I have? Exactly. None. She was my last hope.
I left early in the morning, before the sun had barely begun to take its first breaths of the day. That was the safest time to travel. Since the Attack, nowhere had been safe, no one could be trusted. The Attack was what took away the very last slivers of hope that I clung to; my family.
My family were the only people who loved me, who took care of me; I loved them all, more than anyone else I knew. Especially Heidi. My little sister, she ... she was the reason I got up and slaved away under the harsh authority of King Vladar. She was the reason I put up with his torments and beatings, so that I could come home with food to put on the table.
Vladar had been the ruler of Sylva, my homeland, for the past four hundred ye
Espoir and HopeThe rhythm of my pencil tapping on the page isn’t helping; my mind is still blank. Why is it I have so many ideas for a great drawing, yet as soon as I sit down to put my ideas into images they disappear? Just as swiftly as she did, without the smallest hint of a good bye.
Perhaps that’s why; the only person in my head, the only image I wanted to create, was her. Ever since she appeared at my window, she was all I could think about. She was my escape from the endless torments my school provided, from the endless shouting of my parents downstairs, of the endless darkness that is my life. All I want is to see her again.
She was short. And grinning. And completely normal. That is, if you didn’t count the fact that she had wings. Gorgeous white wings that stretched out gloriously behind her, each feather rustling slightly in the breeze that blew through the smashed window.
The first time we met, I saved her. Well, that’s what I like to think. She was flying out in a