A Small World after all

1 - World Wind

My name is Aldrin, and I am only an eyewitness to this history, and not in the least it's hero.

The first day of my own journey began as most. That morning, I woke to the sound of the city bells and the radio alarms; warning me of a nearby city destroyed. I climbed the flight of stairs going up, to my mother's work room.

She was already awake, crafting molds into clay pots with her gentle hands. My mother was quite skilled with the spinning machine she used to make her pots. She once told me what it was called; like a potter wheel or something.

I went to my little sister's play area, and found her chewing on her toy rabbit. 

"Good morning, Vayle ," I said cheerfully.  

"You're finally awake, Aldrin!" Vayle exclaimed, and she put away her toy. Her dark, straight hair shifted slightly while she sat back down.

  My mother was quite ordinary. She had unusually short, light brown hair. Her eyes were so calm, yet she always looked lost in thought. She had only become a potter recently, but by then she was one of the city's most skilled. Her hands were gentle and calloused. When she smiled, wrinkles fromed on the corners of her eyes. It gave her a very friendly look. She wasn't much for conversation, but she very good at reading people. Not a good day for me then.

As for my sister, she wasn't even close to "ordinary". She was wild, and very bold. Much of the time, she spoke with our friends even more than my mother would. Her hair was quite long for a four year old, and she loved swinging it around after a bath to make me wet.

With that thought in mind, I pulled Vayle up from her leg and swung her around upside-down. She giggled as I spun her right-side-up. After I set my sister down, I went back to the bedroom and put my important belongings in my haversack. 

After that, I walked to the International Receev, and asked for Tom. The old man emerged, and I told him what I needed. He smuggled me a couple of need points, and I left the Receev with my package.

When I came home, my mother was on her break, so I decided to tell her what I was planning. I waited for her dramatic answer, and it came right on queue.  

"If you want to be the hero, fine. But this woman's had enough losing loved ones for one life." 

I walked to our entryway, trying to imagine what I was getting myself into. As I reached outside, I made a mental image of my house, and placed it deep within my mind. It was perfect for a family of four, but ever since our father died, it's been more than enough for three people. We had the perfect life, just like every other person in the continent of Satum.

Had.

Until of course, Stewart Sean III died, and his son was voted Stewart, because of their family's amazing reputation.Sean IV disrupted the peace between Candin and Frenc, by creating weapons of destruction, planning to qonquer other lands by force.

Him and his New World Party had destroyed many cities already, in a siege with very few allies. Even so, Sean had been winning against the rebel malitia that he had been warring with the  three years since the war began. Not much news of the war came through, with so little communication between our country and Candin; which was Sean's primary target. So until then, all I did was hope for someone to end the war for us. " Let dangerous animals fight for meat, but by then the clever fox will have eaten it all!" My mother told me when I brought up the war.

My family and I were lucky to have moved to Frenc when we did; because that year, travel between borders was shut down. Only Vayle knew the language, because she was born in Frenc.

Mother and I, we were still English speakers in a French speaking country. I began my journey with a single goal: I would help free Satum from the tyrant Sean. 

 I would join the resistance.