Step With A Whisper
Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:11 am
No one paid attention much as a small, fragile figure walked through the courtyard. Many didn't notice the dust that had settled on the old, faded jeans that looked too big for the person in the first place. They didn't even notice that the figure looked more feminine than boyish.
It could be that the figure was a she instead of a he that she was mistaken for a lot. Sometimes it couldn't be helped really. In the past, she knew that people found it odd that her and her twin brother looked so much a like, even though it is known that fraternal twins weren't suppose to look a like.
She wiped her forehead, flinching slightly as she felt the layer of grime smear more over her skin. She knew bitterly that she could no longer go around saying that she had defeated the laws of physics, because of that fire.
It made her flinch as she thought of the fire. The one that burned her home, her farm, and the field near by. Killing her neighbors or not, she did not know. All she knew that it was caused by those men who stopped by her house and were demanding something from her mother, only a few days after her father had disappeared.
It pained her to know that she was the one who detected the fire. The one who woke up and frantically tried to get everyone from their muddled sleep and alert. The memory of it all burned in her memory. Like someone had taken iron from a fire and burned the scene into her mind like how they burned those letters on cows. It could have been yesterday. The taste of ash was still on her tongue and her lips throbbed from the pain of the hot embers. Her hair and clothes still stank of the ashy smoke. The orange red mix still danced before her eyes. The yells of her family to have her run were still ringing in her ears.
Yes, the reason that she was alive instead of her twin, her younger sister, and her mom was because she was fast and that her mother was sure that they wouldn't go looking for her. How her brother thought that dressing like him would draw more attention away.
Her clothes, his scratchy pajamas were starting to make her regret. Make her ever regret having to fight with her brother, just because she didn't want to be mistaken for him again. Regret for yelling at her mother because of the name she gave her. Maybe the one thing she didn't regret was mouthing off to her fifteen year old younger sister. She could still even remember that day in the forest so well.
Her sister threw her head back and laughed mockingly. The blonde curls bounced as she shook her head. She pushed her sister with the staff again. "Face it, big sis', if you ever get into a fight, the only good thing you'll have is your running, but we all know that's because everyone wants to pick on your small, fragile self." She swiped at her head again before turning and leaving.
Lying on the ground, she wiped her mouth that dripped of blood that she spat from her mouth. Her ashy red hair was damp with sweat. The pale green dress was ripped and covered with dirt. Even the pants that she had borrowed from her brother didn't stop the formation of bruises all over her legs tomorrow. Even a few on her cheek and forehead from the head blows. Her sister was good, since she trained with her boyfriend. Never had she thought of training with a weapon. She had her strong legs as a weapon. But whenever she appeared in front of someone for a fight, she would quiver so badly.
Later on though, she had her twin brother next to her, wiping away the dirt carefully and covering up cuts, even the minor ones that she grumbled would heal easily. He would just laugh and still cover them up.
They were almost exactly the same. Their hair was long, ashy red color that was a mix of their father's blossom red hair and their mothers dirty blond hair. They tied it the same with a blue ribbon, even helping one another in the morning if needed to. But her brother would try to get his bangs to stick upward using some kind of fat from one of the animals that was killed the night before, and she would just have her hair lay limp, framing her pale face.
After he was finished, he would always look straight into her pale blue eyes that would shimmer with sadness and defeat. Unlike his that always reflected hope for the future. "Keychain," he would whisper, making her flinch from her horrible name. He would scowl lightly, but continue, "what you are doing is stupid. No, look at me. You were never the one to fight in this family, and neither am I. Annie has a good head on her shoulders and is willing to fight for whatever. Don't keep hurting yourself because you think you can be able to fight as well as her." She would always let her eyes drift on the ground, finding a new interest in watching the cricket stand still on the stones. He would always give her a hug.
They would go in for dinner, close together. Sometimes she would hold on to his shirt like he would disappear any moment if she would let go of him for only point two seconds.
Their mother would always smile at them as they walked into the kitchen. The brass key that hung around her neck was always the reminder of how she got her name. When she was born, all she did was cough madly and open her eyes. Her mother still had the necklace on, since she never took it off, not even when she went to bed. She found interest in it and grabbed it, but it wasn't just the key she was interested in. Oh no, she liked the key and the chain. Thus, giving her the name, Keychain.
Her mother would walk over to them and give them both a kiss on top of their heads. "My little lucky Luis. My little Keychain." Her mother was maybe the only woman who dared to work instead of hiring men to work for her in her town. She would take care of the animals, pick the crops, and was able to fix them all dinner.
She was mostly closest to her twin brother and father. It was always her that he would hug once he got into the door. She would alway sniff his clothing that always smelled like spices from the shop he worked at with his best friend. The booming laugh that he had would always make her smile widely, sometimes showing another missing tooth, making him laugh even more.
"She's got my legs, you know." She would always hear him say to anyone on the streets. "My daughter. I once was the fastest person in this town, and now my daughter has taken my place in my old age."
She wanted to tell him that he wasn't that old. Just because he already had a son that was married and had forgotten about them mostly, that he has two kids who are sprouting to be seventeen.
She shook her head, wondering where the plague of memories had come from. She didn't even realize the tears were coming down her face until she saw the small dots on the ground. How they would suddenly appear, darkening the spot. She had actually looked up at the clear sky, but found out that it was her who was making her own rain.
She just kept on walking. She tried to stop herself from letting the tears rattling her body, making her small shoulders quiver.
The sounds of street gossip buzzed around her. It was different from the familiar sound of birds, crickets, horses as they awoke her in the morning. She tried to let the voices slip past her, let them bounce off her body like she had an invisible shield. But the gossip of two women made her stop and listen.
"Do you see that boy right there? My, he looks too much like a girl!"
"Mm hm, I wonder what is wrong if he looks so fragile like that, and that figure makes him even more girlish."
Well, she thought, I ran out of berries two days ago to munch on to keep my hunger down, does that answer your question?
"But there's something about him that I don't like. Do you think we should do something? He could be one of those wandering assassins."
She refused to listen to more of their conversation. Blindly, she ran as quick as her legs allowed her to. Though not paying attention with her eyes half open and tears springing out of them, she ended up banging into something solid and landing on her back.
Pain throbbed in her nose. She refused to open her eyes. Knowing the attention she was getting just how she was dressed, everyone in the square must be looking at her and her stupid act of running into a building.
OOC: Err...Sorry about all the "he's" and "she's", I didn't really want to use their names until my second post. Is that alright?
It could be that the figure was a she instead of a he that she was mistaken for a lot. Sometimes it couldn't be helped really. In the past, she knew that people found it odd that her and her twin brother looked so much a like, even though it is known that fraternal twins weren't suppose to look a like.
She wiped her forehead, flinching slightly as she felt the layer of grime smear more over her skin. She knew bitterly that she could no longer go around saying that she had defeated the laws of physics, because of that fire.
It made her flinch as she thought of the fire. The one that burned her home, her farm, and the field near by. Killing her neighbors or not, she did not know. All she knew that it was caused by those men who stopped by her house and were demanding something from her mother, only a few days after her father had disappeared.
It pained her to know that she was the one who detected the fire. The one who woke up and frantically tried to get everyone from their muddled sleep and alert. The memory of it all burned in her memory. Like someone had taken iron from a fire and burned the scene into her mind like how they burned those letters on cows. It could have been yesterday. The taste of ash was still on her tongue and her lips throbbed from the pain of the hot embers. Her hair and clothes still stank of the ashy smoke. The orange red mix still danced before her eyes. The yells of her family to have her run were still ringing in her ears.
Yes, the reason that she was alive instead of her twin, her younger sister, and her mom was because she was fast and that her mother was sure that they wouldn't go looking for her. How her brother thought that dressing like him would draw more attention away.
Her clothes, his scratchy pajamas were starting to make her regret. Make her ever regret having to fight with her brother, just because she didn't want to be mistaken for him again. Regret for yelling at her mother because of the name she gave her. Maybe the one thing she didn't regret was mouthing off to her fifteen year old younger sister. She could still even remember that day in the forest so well.
Her sister threw her head back and laughed mockingly. The blonde curls bounced as she shook her head. She pushed her sister with the staff again. "Face it, big sis', if you ever get into a fight, the only good thing you'll have is your running, but we all know that's because everyone wants to pick on your small, fragile self." She swiped at her head again before turning and leaving.
Lying on the ground, she wiped her mouth that dripped of blood that she spat from her mouth. Her ashy red hair was damp with sweat. The pale green dress was ripped and covered with dirt. Even the pants that she had borrowed from her brother didn't stop the formation of bruises all over her legs tomorrow. Even a few on her cheek and forehead from the head blows. Her sister was good, since she trained with her boyfriend. Never had she thought of training with a weapon. She had her strong legs as a weapon. But whenever she appeared in front of someone for a fight, she would quiver so badly.
Later on though, she had her twin brother next to her, wiping away the dirt carefully and covering up cuts, even the minor ones that she grumbled would heal easily. He would just laugh and still cover them up.
They were almost exactly the same. Their hair was long, ashy red color that was a mix of their father's blossom red hair and their mothers dirty blond hair. They tied it the same with a blue ribbon, even helping one another in the morning if needed to. But her brother would try to get his bangs to stick upward using some kind of fat from one of the animals that was killed the night before, and she would just have her hair lay limp, framing her pale face.
After he was finished, he would always look straight into her pale blue eyes that would shimmer with sadness and defeat. Unlike his that always reflected hope for the future. "Keychain," he would whisper, making her flinch from her horrible name. He would scowl lightly, but continue, "what you are doing is stupid. No, look at me. You were never the one to fight in this family, and neither am I. Annie has a good head on her shoulders and is willing to fight for whatever. Don't keep hurting yourself because you think you can be able to fight as well as her." She would always let her eyes drift on the ground, finding a new interest in watching the cricket stand still on the stones. He would always give her a hug.
They would go in for dinner, close together. Sometimes she would hold on to his shirt like he would disappear any moment if she would let go of him for only point two seconds.
Their mother would always smile at them as they walked into the kitchen. The brass key that hung around her neck was always the reminder of how she got her name. When she was born, all she did was cough madly and open her eyes. Her mother still had the necklace on, since she never took it off, not even when she went to bed. She found interest in it and grabbed it, but it wasn't just the key she was interested in. Oh no, she liked the key and the chain. Thus, giving her the name, Keychain.
Her mother would walk over to them and give them both a kiss on top of their heads. "My little lucky Luis. My little Keychain." Her mother was maybe the only woman who dared to work instead of hiring men to work for her in her town. She would take care of the animals, pick the crops, and was able to fix them all dinner.
She was mostly closest to her twin brother and father. It was always her that he would hug once he got into the door. She would alway sniff his clothing that always smelled like spices from the shop he worked at with his best friend. The booming laugh that he had would always make her smile widely, sometimes showing another missing tooth, making him laugh even more.
"She's got my legs, you know." She would always hear him say to anyone on the streets. "My daughter. I once was the fastest person in this town, and now my daughter has taken my place in my old age."
She wanted to tell him that he wasn't that old. Just because he already had a son that was married and had forgotten about them mostly, that he has two kids who are sprouting to be seventeen.
She shook her head, wondering where the plague of memories had come from. She didn't even realize the tears were coming down her face until she saw the small dots on the ground. How they would suddenly appear, darkening the spot. She had actually looked up at the clear sky, but found out that it was her who was making her own rain.
She just kept on walking. She tried to stop herself from letting the tears rattling her body, making her small shoulders quiver.
The sounds of street gossip buzzed around her. It was different from the familiar sound of birds, crickets, horses as they awoke her in the morning. She tried to let the voices slip past her, let them bounce off her body like she had an invisible shield. But the gossip of two women made her stop and listen.
"Do you see that boy right there? My, he looks too much like a girl!"
"Mm hm, I wonder what is wrong if he looks so fragile like that, and that figure makes him even more girlish."
Well, she thought, I ran out of berries two days ago to munch on to keep my hunger down, does that answer your question?
"But there's something about him that I don't like. Do you think we should do something? He could be one of those wandering assassins."
She refused to listen to more of their conversation. Blindly, she ran as quick as her legs allowed her to. Though not paying attention with her eyes half open and tears springing out of them, she ended up banging into something solid and landing on her back.
Pain throbbed in her nose. She refused to open her eyes. Knowing the attention she was getting just how she was dressed, everyone in the square must be looking at her and her stupid act of running into a building.
OOC: Err...Sorry about all the "he's" and "she's", I didn't really want to use their names until my second post. Is that alright?