RAVE
Damn it Rave, you somehow always get yourself in this mess! The blonde haired boy swore in his head. He packed what was left of his essential belongings into a leather bag and tied the string around the top to secure it. He knew that his sister hated him right now; the fact the she was was refusing to talk to him was proof enough for him. His mother was even speechless at the idea that her only son was going to go search for a witch that may or may not actually be there. He believed that she was though. He had to do something about this curse that was his anger. His father didn't know yet; he was away on official farm business in the cities.
They won't even know that I am gone. I couldn't hold a job anyway. His silent conversation still going on in his head. He grabbed the bag and threw on his black leather jacket before heading out of the dusty room. It was a small room, bigger now that everything was out of it. It didn't hold much memory to him since most of the time he was either outside or in the cities working, but it was still a place that he had gone to every night to get away from the drama of his family. He let out a sigh. He knew why his sister and mother was angry. They needed more money to come to this farm...they were almost out again. He clenched a fist, knowing well enough that he HAD to get his anger under control so that he could get another job to support his family. Life was tough enough for them; they didn't need his anger hanging over their heads as well. That was his own burden to carry.
Turning away, he walked down the creaky, old staircase and into the kitchen which smelt of fresh apple pie, "Mother." Rave said, seeing his mother standing before the stove. She had her back turned to him, and didn't look back when he spoke.
"I see that you're ready to go now?" She asked, her voice cold as ice. Rave flinched. She was angry, and he was starting to wonder if he should stay.
No...they'll run out of money then.
"Yes. I-I am ready to go. Where is Aloni?" Aloni was his little sister. She was probably out with the horses again, like she usually was. His mother just grunted and started to do the dishes again. That was it then. That was her goodbye. Rave sighed and opened the front door before looking back at his mother. He studied her before walking out the door. This could very well be the last time that he saw her. He sighed and walked out, letting the door slam behind him, "Aloni!" He yelled, looking for her.
A girl walked out of the barn. Her black hair--completely different than his own hair--was pulled back into a pony tail. She was getting ready to ride. She looked at him and sighed, "You're leaving, aren't you?" Rave just nodded, hoping that she wouldn't give him the cold shoulder either. Instead, she sighed and turned away, "I don't understand why." He never told them; that's why. He didn't think that that mattered, but he guessed wrong. They were angry because he was leaving with no apparent cause.
"I have too. I already told you that. Please, come give me a hug goodbye." He asked, holding out his arms. She turned around, tears down her face. Running up to him, she threw herself into his embrace. This might just be the last time that he saw her again. When they pulled away from each other, he turned and started to walk away. Aloni didn't bother stopping him...he was going to do this no matter what.
Rave walked past his home, and left the memories behind. Looking at the path ahead, he kept his head held high and spirits up. He walked down the path and out of sight. A few hours had passed when finally he came upon a gate. An old man sat there, sipping out of a tea cup. Rave tilted his head, "Hello?" He asked, confused.