•Immortal• dnf

Tiny Tug

George's POV kinda:

Every one said that the border was uncrossable.

So I proved them wrong.

Earlier that day:

George woke up to his mother yelling for him.

"George!!!! It's already 12!!" She yelled in a scratchy voice.

"IM UP MUUUUMMM!!" The boy yelled down, louder to make sure she heard.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn, trying to wake up. He was still tired though. But George knew not to ignore his mother's yelling. Never ended well for either. Mainly him.

He swayed his pale legs of his creaky bed and got up. The floor was cold but felt nice. He threw on some high wasted pants and tucked in a button up blouse like shirt. George slung his fathers baby blue cape, making sure to pin it up a little so it would drag on the floor.

George sat down and pulled on some high socks and thin kind of pointy boots.

He softly but swiftly leaped down the stairs towards the lower floor, or the bakery.

His mother was down there rolling dough to pop in the oven. The house smelled of fresh baked goods and cinnamon.

The boy breathed deeply. He loved how cozy and safe his home smelled. From baking so much his mother had also picked up the smell, so she always smelled like fresh baked cinnamon bread.

George's mother was nice and kind to everyone. She is a very hard worker but loves it. As a young kid she'd had a gift for baking, so she opened a bakery.

With a smile, George kissed is mother's forehead and said he was going out. She said love you and wrinkled her face happily. Her smile was sunny and warm. She fit with the bakery perfectly.

George walked down the street happily. The day was bright but breezy. The trees swayed lightly, letting off soft snow crystals.

A group of small kids played tag besides the houses. Big smiles spread across there happy faces. Today seemed perfect. But a small not so happy feeling tugged in George's heart.

The small feeling spread to his head, telling him to go to the south. Quickly.

A bit quicker he walked south. The sky turned a little less bright but it was still nice.

George walked and walked, and walked. He passed town square, the hall, library, and a sewing shop. The wind was blowing his cape behind him.

The houses were a bit more spaced out. A few fancier, others molding from being forgotten.

George was looking intently at a intricate carving of a bird when he stumbled into someone.

They both hit eachother, but only George fell down.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so so sorry! Are you hurt?" The tall gentleman said holding out his hand. His hand was tan with small green speckles across it.

George looked up at the man and was met with a handsome man with slight stubble, a pointed face, crooked smile, and lots of freckles.

Hesitantly he grabbed the strangers hand and hauled himself up. Staring at the man the whole time.

George noted that his pupils were black but had deep green flicks in them. They were interesting.

"Again I'm so so so sorry for bumping into! I wasn't paying attention!" The man said with a apologetic look.

"It's okay! I should be sorry. I wasn't paying attention either." George said with a small smile. He strangely trusted this stranger.

"Well, I'm Sam! By chance are you British?" Sam asked curiously, probably noticing George's accent.

"Yeah. Well i am George! Nice to meet'cha mate." George said with a tiny chuckle.

Sam giggled as well. George liked him. (Not in that way. This is dnf)

"Nice ta meet ya George. Hey are from around here?" Sam asked after a quick look at George's clothes.

"Haha no not really. I'm across town. Are you from around here?" George asked, looking Sam up and down.

Sam had a on a light yellow silk coat and matching boots. A clean white shirt and fancy black pants were under the coat, as well as a small golden wreath on top of soft dark brown hair.

"Yeah! Man your pretty far away. Why'd you come all this way friend?" Sam asked nicely.

That's when he noticed. Sam was like two feet above him. George had to look up like a kid to see the giants face.

"Dang Sam your tall. Your like a giant!" George said with wide eyes.

"Pfft yeah I guess I am pretty tall. I'm 7'4." The giant said with a laugh and wide crooked smile.

George laughed with him.

"So George, why are ya so far from home?" Sam asked again.

"OH! Yeah I totally forgot. If I'm being honest I don't really have a reason. Just a tiny feeling in my head said to go this way." The shorter boy said with a shrug.

"Oh okay! Do you still feel it?"

"Yeah. I still feel it. Huh." George said, his thoughts trailing away his sentence.

"Welp I got to go before my dad gets mad. Hope you find what that feeling want George! Byeee!" Sam said quickly, running swiftly away.

"Byyyeeeeeee!!!!" George yelled back before going back to his thoughts.

The previously small tug had grow stronger at him trying to ignore it. Why was he giving ur feelings now?!

George looked up at the sky and saw that it would be about..... 2? Around then at least by the suns placement.

Hopefully he'd get there before nightfall. Or with enough time to be able to get home at a semi reasonable time.

With another shrug, George continued. Each step taking him closer to his hearts desire. Or so he thinks.

(955)
Welp I was going to write a lot more but panic attacks and family messes keep interrupting me. Hope ya liked it! I want to write more maybe tomorrow but no promises honesty. Sorry!