“I have no idea where I’m going” I mutter these words to myself and hear my mother step outside just behind me.
One day I’m home, and the next I’m here, muttering to myself. I’m on the dirt-sort-of-pathway that leads into a field and purportedly, eventually, to the forest, but I’m not really sure if that is true. Besides which my mother is standing there, watching me. She isn’t really saying or doing anything, she’s just waiting for me to stop running around in circles (literally) and to leave. For about a week I’ve been busying myself around the house, until this morning, when I awoke (after yet another almost sleepiness night) realizing that I had left nothing left to do today.
Blast and Bother.
Guess that means its time to go.
I’m happy, maybe. Its hard for me to tell. I know that I’m nervous, because my stomach is upset and my eyes feel kind of glare-y. But I think mostly I’m excited. I stare down at my hands, looking for dirt to wash off, but nothing gleams off of my slightly golden skin. I look at my mother’s hair, as dark brown as her nearly black eyes, and see my own in my mind’s eye.
Now I know I’m just stalling. Forcing a smile, I give my mother a hug.
She immediately beams at me “it’s time, isn’t it?”
I nod.
“Good” she says briskly “I’ll go get your sword”
“My what?” The door bangs shut, she’s already inside to find it.
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