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"Darfin!" His mother's shrill voice bellowed all throughout the house. He was awake for quite some time now, but had no plans on moving. He wanted to lay in bed and daydream all day, rather than gather logs with Charise. After ten seconds of no reply she called again, growing irritated. Darfin grumbled, shifted onto his side, and shoved the pillow against his ear. He triumphantly exhaled,the irksome calling had seized. Or at least he thought it had, the wooden door adjacent to his bed flung open hard enough to nearly knock it off its hinges and in the archway stood the beast that was his mother.
"Darfin, you hear me calling you boy!" She towered over his bed and he tightened his grip on the pillow. There was the slightest sense of hope that she would eventually accept defeat and storm out; Only to complain to his father when he would get home later. Once again, Darfin was wrong. She snatched the pillow from his grip and flung it onto the ground.
Darfin, being caught in the act, slowly turned over to glance at his mother. Giving her a stare of indifference, he let out a sigh and sat up. "Do I have to?"
"Do you have to?!" Her arms went straight to her hips as she scolded him. He knew better than to make eye contact with her bitter orange eyes, the same orange eyes that he adored when they weren't arguing. "Up, up! We don't have all day. Your father is going to be highly upset if he sees that his son didn't get any work done!"
He stumbled out of bed, ambled down the hall (followed by his bickering mother) and stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Darfin never understood why they couldn't get along as much as they did when he was younger. Ever since he turned sixteen, he grew more defiant and she attempted to dictate his every whim. He's old enough to focus on studies, but she won't allow it. His father is more lenient, and whenever she would nag him about Darfins' recent rebellious act he would grumble something about "becoming a man".
He got ready, stormed down the steps, into the foyer and out the door. Not giving his mother (or the breakfast she prepared on the table) a second glance. There was a nip in the air, he could feel it against his ash grey skin and see it in between breaths. It was a typical Autumn morning in The Empire, leaves began changing color, folks in town began gathering wood (as was his job) and everyone prepared for the oncoming winter which,seemingly always took two or three livestock with it.
He fixed the straps of the bag onto his shoulders, and walked off to find Charise who he (dishonestly) promised to gather wood with; it didn't matter at this point as he was still forced to. Recently in school, those who didn't know to use the Jodu learned, including Charise. He remembered sharing his deep jealousy and sadness with her, as he couldn't learn it, Elves didn't share the ability to. In fact, he didn't want to come with Charise for two reasons. Other than being completely lazy, he hated whenever she spoke about her new found power.
After walking along two blocks, strolling past the Fosters' family home and Yurmo's blacksmith workshop, he reached his destination and waited outside for his life long friend.
"Darfin, you hear me calling you boy!" She towered over his bed and he tightened his grip on the pillow. There was the slightest sense of hope that she would eventually accept defeat and storm out; Only to complain to his father when he would get home later. Once again, Darfin was wrong. She snatched the pillow from his grip and flung it onto the ground.
Darfin, being caught in the act, slowly turned over to glance at his mother. Giving her a stare of indifference, he let out a sigh and sat up. "Do I have to?"
"Do you have to?!" Her arms went straight to her hips as she scolded him. He knew better than to make eye contact with her bitter orange eyes, the same orange eyes that he adored when they weren't arguing. "Up, up! We don't have all day. Your father is going to be highly upset if he sees that his son didn't get any work done!"
He stumbled out of bed, ambled down the hall (followed by his bickering mother) and stepped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Darfin never understood why they couldn't get along as much as they did when he was younger. Ever since he turned sixteen, he grew more defiant and she attempted to dictate his every whim. He's old enough to focus on studies, but she won't allow it. His father is more lenient, and whenever she would nag him about Darfins' recent rebellious act he would grumble something about "becoming a man".
He got ready, stormed down the steps, into the foyer and out the door. Not giving his mother (or the breakfast she prepared on the table) a second glance. There was a nip in the air, he could feel it against his ash grey skin and see it in between breaths. It was a typical Autumn morning in The Empire, leaves began changing color, folks in town began gathering wood (as was his job) and everyone prepared for the oncoming winter which,seemingly always took two or three livestock with it.
He fixed the straps of the bag onto his shoulders, and walked off to find Charise who he (dishonestly) promised to gather wood with; it didn't matter at this point as he was still forced to. Recently in school, those who didn't know to use the Jodu learned, including Charise. He remembered sharing his deep jealousy and sadness with her, as he couldn't learn it, Elves didn't share the ability to. In fact, he didn't want to come with Charise for two reasons. Other than being completely lazy, he hated whenever she spoke about her new found power.
After walking along two blocks, strolling past the Fosters' family home and Yurmo's blacksmith workshop, he reached his destination and waited outside for his life long friend.
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