I finished supper and I walked up into my room. I swung the door open to see the eisel next to my bed. I sighed and sat on the matress with a book in my hand about to open it. The door shut behind me as I heard mom pulling the knob back. I shouted,
"Jack, come up here!!" I heard my brother, Jack coming up the stairs as I requested him to. He opened the door and asked,
"You requested me, Autumn?" He glared his shiny eyes at my face for a very long period until I answered back to him,
"Can you deliver this book over to the blacksmith?" I gave him the book and he ran off to the blacksmith. I ran after him to help give back the book. I shouted desperately running after him in my dirty boots,
"Jack, pass me back the book!" Jack through it behind him and I kept panting as I caught it and jammed it in my handbag by the side of my hip and I caught up to him.
I turned to Jack's face and told him,
"We have to go give the book to the blacksmith for trading a tool!" Jack produced a confused face at me as he kept running.
We approached the blacksmith's building that was across Ms. Baker. There, we knocked on his door and there revealed a big guy who looked like a strongman in a black short sleeve shirt and camouflage pants. His buzzcut caught our eyes as he answered us in a low voice,
"You have what I need?" He asked.
Our hearts raced and I shook while I took out the book from my hand bag. He put it on the counter as he made stepping noises on his hard wooden floor. Jack's eyes opened wide as he heard the sound of metal going right through his right ear, out the left.
The guy came back and handed us an iron axe. He pointed his finger at us and lowered his voice,
"Be careful with those, kiddos. You don't want to know the story of my son..."
I peeked through the doorway as the man took a quill and jabbed it into an ink jar and wrote his name on the book. It read, Dramren. I called to him,
"Thank you for your time, Dramren."
I then knocked on his wall as we ran off back to the house. I heard the pieces of small particles of gravel as we entered the front porch of our house. I ran upstairs and pushed the door open and heard the knob hitting the wall as I put the axe on the eisel. I lied on the bed rolling my neck in boredom.
It turn dark as I shut my eyes and inhaled a really long breathe. I
then put myself into a trance putting the blanket over to my shoulders. The moon shined and reflected the mirror next to my wardrobe. Making a light that was coming out of my window. I whispered in my sleep,
"Good night..." I began to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Autumn, The Chosen
AçãoAutumn Rodnik, a 17 year old girl, is the last of her tribe, Rod. She is similar to a normal girl in the olden days. She pulled out weeds, she planted crops, she sewed wool into blankets and clothes. But later, all that was about to transform into s...
