Saturday, January 16, 2010


just the prolouge so far. im lazy :/

I awoke one otherwise peaceful morning to the sound of my brother banging on the door to our bedroom. Recently, he had created the habit of doing this on a regular basis, but never with such enthusiasm.
"Lucas! How long are you going to sleep? Come on, get up and play! Hurry up! Drago brought his kid with him. He's so cute... Hurry up!!!"
I frowned to myself. I was in no mood to get out of bed, much less stomp around in the mus outside (it had rained the previous night, so the flowers were lively and the ground was quite unpleasant.) But, despite my silent expression of dislike, my brother continued his shouting and banging.
"Come on Lucas, wake up!" Claus, as we called him, ceased is irritating knocking and ran down the flight of stairs, supposedly because our mother had called him. So I sighed, rolled myself out of bed and languidly lagged myself down the stairs. To my surprise, Claus wasn't eagerly awaiting my there-- in fact, he had seemingly vanished. Mother, however, was seated at the table humming a delightful tune while writing a letter to our father. I had no interest in her or her letter at the moment and walked past her to the door.
"Where do you going, young man?" She said. "Do you really want to go outside in your pajamas?"
I nodded. "Yeah,"
"Well, you're not going to. Go get dressed, please."
"But mom..." I moaned, slumping over and sticking my tongue out.
"Or you could stay here and live in your pajamas forever. Your choice, Luke."
"Okay, okay, I will." I said, running back up the stairs, shuffling through my dresser and picking my usual outfit; a red and yellow striped shirt, blue shorts that had been cargo pants in a previous life, and of course, my sneakers and socks. It was a simple outfit, yet a comfortable one (as well as my most worn). After I had gotten dressed I headed downstairs once more and that time, out the door. It was a beautiful day, as it always was in the Nowhere Islands. The sky was a rich blue with clouds scattered across it, the grass was just as rich in color as well as nutrients, all of the animals Grandfather owned appeared to be in a decent mood, and you looked hard enough, you could see a small portion of Tazmilly, as well as it's residents. But, as I said, such a day was a typical day in the Nowhere Islands and was nothing too spectacular, so I just ran off to the field left of Grandfather's house where I assumed Claus would be playing. My suspicions proved to be correct, and he was playing with the dragos that lived there, just like he said he was going to.
"Oh, hey Lucas!" he smiled brightly. "Man, I'm beat. I've been play-fighting with the dragos and their friends all morning. Lucas, you should play too. Try to hurl yourself at a drago."
I shrugged. To be honest, I never found play-fighting with animals all that entertaining. But Claus insisted on it, so I did. He, for some unknown reason, bothered to show me how to do it "the right way", which was the way I planned on doing it in the first place. "Now it's your turn, Lucas," he said, pointing to the drago that he =had been playing with. "Give it a shot. But you'll never be able to do it with such a scared look on your face. Let yourself go limp. Release the tension in your shoulders. Relax, relax!" And I did so, charging forth. The drago played along, falling over in a dramatic fashion.
"The harder you bump into a drago, the happier it gets." Claus smirked as the drago returned to it's feet.
"No thanks," I muttered flatly, hiding my hands in the pockets of my shorts. "I just don't think it's very fun. But I guess that's just me."
Claus dawned a shocked look. "What are you talking about?! This is the very definition of fun, Lucas! What's gotten into you? You used to love doing this when we were little,"
"I guess I did..." I said, remembering a few years ago. We used to play that game all day every day, even after our parents said it was time for supper. I would have continued that thought, had a curious looking insect not approached us and began yelling at the two of us. How exactly we could understand him is beyond me, but we could. We could since we were little, since the very moment we arrived in that world.
"Move it, move it, move it, move it. Mole cricket coming through! I heard you all fighting. You got to let me in, you gotta. I'll knock you all to the ground. Try and stop me and I'll make you eat it, punk!" he said, pawing at Claus's leg.
"Why? You're just a bug. I could squish you before you could say... anything, really." Claus said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "Want proof?"
"I doubt you could. I'm the one and only mole cricket, after all!"
"Really." he said, raising his foot above the insect.
"I already said-- whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing, kid?"
"I'm gonna squish you!" Claus said, grinning manically. "Wanna see?"
"No! Absolutely not! I'll be off now, if you don't mind..." the mole cricket laughed hesitantly, taking a few steps to the opposite side of the field.
"Oh, no you don't..." Claus said, chasing after it. And so the full-fledged chase scene, one that looked like it had been taken straight out of a movie, began. They ran around the field about ten times at the least. They jumped, leaped, did somersaults, figure eights, and almost anything else you could imagine a nine-year-old boy and a mole cricket doing. They would have gone on for hours, had our mother not walked into the field. Both of them froze in their places, glancing nervously at each other. "You had more bones than I thought," the cricket began. "You can be my sparring partner any time. However, the next time be in the big stadium, the Cricket Hole. I look forward to"
"I stepped on a cricket. I wonder if he'll be okay... Everyone, time to eat. We're having omelets today, kids--" she said, before being cut off by the two of us jumping around, signing of praise and love for omelets. We really do love them that much. Anyways, we ran off towards home where our grandfather, Alec, was sitting alone at the end of the dinner table with an empty plate accompanying him. Claus sat next to him, and I sat across from Claus. When Mother returned, she placed two or three omelets on each plate except her own-- apparently, she wasn't all that hungry and only wanted one.
"Hey, mom, what's your favorite food?" Claus blurted out at random, almost spitting chewed-up pieces of cooked egg all over the table. Fortunately, he didn't.
"Omelets, I suppose." Mother murmured before cutting up her omelet into practically perfect squares (aside from the round edges, of course.)
"Whoa, that's the same as us! Wow!" my brother said, bouncing up and down excitedly.
"After we eat we're going back home. We have to go through the woods, so I'd like to leave a little early." she said with a flat tone, completely ignoring Claus.
"Maybe sometimes the kids can come visit by themselves. You too, Lucas." Grandfather laughed, amused by his own joke-- though no one else found it funny. Mother just rolled her eyes and stepped outside, I assume to deliver her letter to Father. I managed to catch a glimpse of it before I left, and as far as I could tell, it went something like this:
"The kids have been running wild around the fields and mountains since we've been here, just like you said they would. They never get tired.
"Claus is still as risky and energetic as always, but Lucas is still a little withdrawn. But, it seems like both of them are having a great time playing. I think my father's going to be lonely when we leave. He hadn't seen the boys for a long time. But, we'll be coming home this evening.
"I hadn't breathed in this clean mountain air for a while. I forgot how good it makes you feel. You're always in Tazmilly Village enveloped in the smell of goats, so I want you to smell this clean air as well.
"Next time we come we'll have someone baby sit the goats and we'll come here as a family. Claus, Lucas and I have you always in our minds. Tonight when we get home I'll whip up a batch of my special omelets.
"Yours and the boys forever, Hinawa."