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Media => Literature & Poetry => Topic started by: FaintSilhouette on March 21, 2015, 05:02:59 PM

Title: The Catalyst Child [Short story]
Post by: FaintSilhouette on March 21, 2015, 05:02:59 PM

I got a little bored so I decided to write this and post it up here. People are more involved in the RP pertaining to these two characters are more likely to understand what's going on but anyhoo, here it is.

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The Catalyst Child

"Nope! Nuh-uh! Not happening!" Isaac would  always bark cheerfully as he weaved between my legs. I could never get over how tiny he was compared to me. Barely a year separated us in age and still, my brother was scarcely bigger than a rabbit. I would walk a few steps as he weaved and wiggled, trying to throw him off course and grab him when he would not expect it. Of course, it never managed to work and before I knew it, I was on the ground tangled up in my own legs with him perched up top on stomach, merrily proclaiming how he was "king of the castle."

"Alright, alright, you win," I declared with feigned disappointment all the while trying to slide him off of my belly and into the grass.

"Lanetic. Are you going to come back?" He asked tilting his little head at me. He had been concerned about the trip I was scheduled to take into Volcanic Pass a few days later. My efforts to convince my village that going to the pass for the first orb was not a good place for me to start my journey had gone unheard.
"Of course I am. It'll only be a month or so. I'll be back. You just promise take care of mom and dad, okay?"  Isaac did not seem to care even as I plopped my paw atop his head. He wore it like a hat, peeked out with one eye open, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Okay! But you better not come back looking like one of those boiled lemmings!" He sang as he slid out from under my foot and bounded off into the trees.

"I won't!" I called back at him. He was referring to the little rodents that some of the older men liked to bring down from the mountains. Yet, as he went, I noticed something. Was he growing thinner? I knew that my recently appointed 'duty' had warranted a little extra attention from my parents but they were still feeding him, weren't they? I managed to reassure myself with the idea that he was being taken care of and that he was only thinning out of his puppy fat. "He'll be fine," I told myself. He would have been fine if only I had realized just how increasingly parasitic I had become to him since I became a 'guardian' of this little village. He would not have been the tail wagging, weakly smiling, sickly, lethargic skeleton lying in the den floor that I found when I returned from the pass.

It was hard for me to think of my trip as a success when it was the very thing that facilitated my brother's untimely demise. Had this crazed obsession of my family and village to save themselves grown so much that they just quit caring for their own children? Such behavior isn't unusual among my kind but I never imagined that it would happen on such a large scale and to my own brother, no less.

 I was distraught but I knew why it had to be this way. There was only so much food to go around and very little, if any of it, would be invested in the children. Moreover, Isaac was the push I needed to continue. I had planned to stay for at least another week after I came back from my trip. I was still very much opposed to the idea that I had to play this game of “hunt and fetch” with the orbs but after that, I quit dragging my feet. I only stuck around as long as the three days it took for Isaac to pass on. My best efforts to bring him back from the edge did no more than provide comfort in his final days. My mind was made up. In the wake of these unnatural disasters plaguing us all, I finally had my own reason to explore the causes and see to it that no one else had to suffer in this way. 

He endured neglect like many of the young born that year but this is not how I choose to remember him. He's still laughing and dancing around the forest floor, blissfully unaware of his fate, and being a far better person than I could have hoped to ever become. I still strive to be that person, the unsung and the catalyst.
Title: Re: The Catalyst Child [Short story]
Post by: Bazookaneon on March 21, 2015, 05:38:30 PM
The uncle that Rune would never get to know ;w; poor poor Isaac.
Title: Re: The Catalyst Child [Short story]
Post by: FaintSilhouette on March 31, 2015, 05:54:29 PM
The uncle that Rune would never get to know ;w; poor poor Isaac.

Yep. Unfortunately, that's how it went. </3