The Happy Memories
I am running fast from our house. No not our house, just my house. Their is no one else there to greet me as I walk through the door anymore. Just two empty chairs. I run up to the big house at the far end of the Tribe and jerk of around the side of it into the garden behind it. I look around desperatly and see a small patch of bushes. Perfect! I duck down behind those, the bush hiding me from sight if anyone from the house looked out, and put my head in my hands and cry. I've been holding my tears in for so long. I didn't want to cry in front of my neighbours, the people who loath me, because I didn't want the forced pitying glances they would be sure that they would give me as they feel obliged to. The sorry for your lose's that would be mumbled when, in fact, they are happy my parents are dead. The parents pulling their children inside their houses, telling them I'm a freak that should be killed when they think I can't hear. But, worst of all, the whispering buzz of people talking about me, the strange boy who has lost his demons of parents. On the way up here I'd heard people mumble, good riddance.
Why did they hate my parents so much, why do they hate me? Just last week I was passing by someones hut when cold, dirty water had been thrown out the window and onto me and a woman had said, "You shouldn't be here then, should you?" I knew she meant more then outside her house, she meant in the Tribe.
I don't know where I'm from originally, but my parents had deserted a Tribe when I was young and Guardian had been the only Tribe to let us in. The Tribehead was kind to us, but the people weren't. We were called swine and diseases and demons. Why?
I hate this stupid Tribe! Why do they hate us?
Then they talk about Salvation as if they are dirt, but I don't think they're much better! They say Salvation is after this whole Tribe, well I don't blame them. In fact, I want to JOIN them!
I am raking my fingers through my hair and hear someone skipping through the garden, singing under their breath.
Why is everyone so freaking happy today? Even the weather is mocking me as the sun seems to shine brighter in the cloudless blue sky.
I have closed my eyes and entered my own little world when I feel a hand on my arm. I look up, daggers in my eyes ready to shoot a horrible look at this person when I see her. It's the Tribeheads daughter. I''ve only seen her on occasion by her fathers side. I guess she is kept inside the whole time. She has long, golden coloured hair which runs almost perfectly straight down her back, and dark green eyes that have not changed from their dreamy look, even with the glares I am throwing her way.
"You know you're in my garden, right?" she says in a sing-song voice.
"I don't care who's garden I'm in," I say and, for once, I feel a stab as the words leave my mouth and I realise I feel BAD for being rude to her. Her eyes widen annd she looks upset about something.
"You're crying?" she asks.
"Obviously," I retort. Liquid running from my eyes, no I'm laughing. Idiot.
"Why?" her voice is full of genuine concern, a thing I've never heard a person put in their voice when talking to me. Something about the tone of her voice makes me want to tell her.
"My parents just died," I reply grimmly. When I say this she makes a huge gasp and I can swear I can see tears coming from her eyes.
"Are you making fun of me?" I demand.
"No! It's just that it's so sad. How are you going to be able to get by without your parents?"
"I can take care of myself," that's the only thing this stupid Tribe has taught me. No matter how much you are pushed down you have to get up and dust yourself off and put on a brave face, "How old are you?" I ask suddenly. Even I know this is a strange question to ask right now.
"Nine," she replies, looking a bit confused, "How old are you?"
"Still ten," I sigh. I hate this age. I don't want to be a child anymore.
"You're Shayne, aren't you?" she asks, wiping the tears from her eyes. Huh, she knows me. But it's probably expected for her to know everyone anyway, her being the Tribeheads daughter.
"Yeah and you're...?" I question. I've no idea what her name is. Never quite caught it. Myria or something...
"Gilia," she tells me. I nod.
"I knew that," I lie. I was close. Gilia, Myria, same ah sound at the end.
"So who are you going to live with?" she asks me. Of course, Myri-Gilia must know I'm the son of deserters.
"I dunno. By myself probably,"
If I even stay in this hell-hole. I'm getting a desire to join Salvation. They let anyone in as long as you hate Guardian. Sign me up. Well...no I don't hate ALL of Guardian anymore...
"Oh no, you can't live by yourself! I know, I'll go ask my dad if you can live with us!" she exclaims and without waiting for my reply, she skips off back to her house. As I watch her, I let out a small laugh. It feels like I'm not meant to laugh at a time like this, but already this strange girl has made me feel much happier. I'll stay in Guardian if it means I can talk to her one more time.
Until Book two, New Terrain
A quick shout out to all my fantastic readers who have stuck with me till the end! I'm so glad you could join me on this journey that is Arid Land and hope you have enjoyed it and loved the characters as much as I do! When I started, I didn't FEEL anything for any of them, but now I know them better then I know myself, especially Gilia. For anyone who's wondering, my favourite character was, by far, Grey and when the end came it tore me apart, like I didn't see it coming.
I hope all my lovely readers will be back soon for New Terrain! Thanks so much to the people who I could always count on to comment on each chapter and endure my mistakes in my writing
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