We have moved locations again. This time to a nice place in a valley about a three day's walk from our old place in the forest. The valley is clear and open with a beautiful lake near the edge. My place is on the west bank of the lake, slightly into the forest that surrounds both the lake and the valley. I am one of the few chosen Forgotten to live away from the clan. Many who are chosen are chosen because either they were rejected but still can be of some use or they are guards that can alert the valley of oncoming danger. I am one of three that have been rejected. The other two live with me in the little place we now call home. When the Forgotten move again, we will be left behind. That is the way of the Forgotten.
The two that are with me are the two I had helped out a few weeks ago, the ones I had talked about last time. Ben and Anne were both rejected with me and to be perfectly honest with you, I have no idea what caused us to be rejected. I, however, have become a major part in both of their lives. Even though I am younger than Anne, she looks to me for support and leadership.
Last night, I began walking around the lake after the moon had risen over the horizon and the sun had set. The lake was calm, almost looking like a sheet of glass or mirror but ripples played from the other side. I could see a fire and knew that the one bunked at the other side was having fun. There were maybe, at minimum, 21 Forgotten settled at that sight, all there for lookouts. My destination, though, is at the end of the lake where a small river flows into the lake as a waterfall. At the top of the waterfall is where I aimed to go.
It didn't take long to get to the top and there I saw someone looking at the stars. I smiled and walked over.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"The stars," came the hoarse reply. I sighed and looked at their face.
Silver hair framed a young face as silver eyes studied the sky. The face was young, yes, but worn just like the figure's hands. I gripped the closest hand to me and held it tight.
"Silverthorn."
"Asanashi, I'm sorry. It was my fault you were rejected. I couldn't stop them, couldn't persuade them." His gaze went to the river before him. "I ended getting all of us rejected."
"Silver, you only got 15 of us rejected and that's a good thing. We are still Forgotten and always will be. Just as a separate group."
He looked at the rocks before his feet. "I hope you're right."
"You know I'm right."
And he met my gaze.
The two that are with me are the two I had helped out a few weeks ago, the ones I had talked about last time. Ben and Anne were both rejected with me and to be perfectly honest with you, I have no idea what caused us to be rejected. I, however, have become a major part in both of their lives. Even though I am younger than Anne, she looks to me for support and leadership.
Last night, I began walking around the lake after the moon had risen over the horizon and the sun had set. The lake was calm, almost looking like a sheet of glass or mirror but ripples played from the other side. I could see a fire and knew that the one bunked at the other side was having fun. There were maybe, at minimum, 21 Forgotten settled at that sight, all there for lookouts. My destination, though, is at the end of the lake where a small river flows into the lake as a waterfall. At the top of the waterfall is where I aimed to go.
It didn't take long to get to the top and there I saw someone looking at the stars. I smiled and walked over.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"The stars," came the hoarse reply. I sighed and looked at their face.
Silver hair framed a young face as silver eyes studied the sky. The face was young, yes, but worn just like the figure's hands. I gripped the closest hand to me and held it tight.
"Silverthorn."
"Asanashi, I'm sorry. It was my fault you were rejected. I couldn't stop them, couldn't persuade them." His gaze went to the river before him. "I ended getting all of us rejected."
"Silver, you only got 15 of us rejected and that's a good thing. We are still Forgotten and always will be. Just as a separate group."
He looked at the rocks before his feet. "I hope you're right."
"You know I'm right."
And he met my gaze.
...last for a while
