a Country of Legends

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I woke up with a sleeping Tommy on my shoulder, my back ached, but I didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him.

I looked at my hands, covered in blood and dirt. Shifting slightly to look at the wound on my side.

Tommy then shifted and woke up slightly, still half asleep.

“Hey wake up”

He nuzzled his head further into my shoulder and shook his head.

“But your so comfy.” he paused, his morning voice making my lips twitch into a smile.

“Shut up, Idiot.”

I replied to him, laying my head on his.

“Oh, I’m the idiot?”

He replied, waking up now. He began sitting up, “Your gonna regret that Woman.”

He began standing up with the help of the wall, and I stood quickly.

The second he tried to put weight on his right leg, he fell.

Luckily i caught him.

“Dumbass.”

I said to him as I helped him up.

I bent down and grabbed me and Spitha’s hammocks, Amica flew through the grate above our heads, letting little light in.

Amica landed in Tommy’s hair, not contrasting much with his blonde mop all too much.

“Ya know, I don’t think she was meant for me, I think she was meant for you.”

I slung the hammocks over my shoulder and began helping Tommy up the stairs.

He shook his head.

“But I already have a woman.”
I laughed at him, his blue eyes looked at me, and his own laughter-filled them.

“Well looks like your wish of having two wives is coming true.”

Tommy laughed at me,

“I’m not married.”

I turned Tomato red realizing what I had just said.

Tommy just started laughing harder, cackling so hard I had to help him sit down.

Eventually, I started laughing too. His laughter was contagious.

The laughs died down eventually and I looked to the skies, how long had we slept?

The mare had left the docks, but was now on the grass, beckoning for me and Tommy to follow.

They’ll never understand you Vasaelia.

I waved away the thought as I helped Tommy up once again, my father’s voice would become a regular thing now, but with any luck and a lot of bad influences surrounding me, I’ll learn to ignore my father.

I laughed at the notion that ignoring a nagging voice in my head would be easy. As a voice had always been with me, and I had listened to it whenever it offered advice.