Eutheria's Tale

Chapter I

Footsteps could be heard on the tall, wet grass. Raindrops glistened in the dark moonlight, sometimes finding their way out of the clouds. Along with the sound of the falling raindrops, we could hear two small children panting. Both of them brothers. They were both running through the forest during the storm. The youngest would soon be replaced by a new arrival, the newborn. One of them stopped in a race against time to catch his breath. He was not as athletic as his older brother and did not last longer than he did when running. But he was agile. The cold, unstoppable raindrops caused his fluffy hair to lose volume and turn darker than his normal neutral brown. His eyes, always tired looking, were wide open this time, revealing their beautiful hazel color that always seems to hide behind his eyelids. When he caught his breath, he looked briefly at his hand, in which he held a piece of paper folded four times. Regret and frustration spread through his mind. Of course, his big brother had not warned him about the weather. If he had not kept it to himself, the boy would have worn different clothes where he could have safely hidden the important paper and not gotten soaking wet, with the bonus that his favorite oversized sweatshirt was completely cold and there was no dry spot. At least not anymore.

"Come, we are still a kilometer away. I can see the light." Said the elder brother, who had come back after noticing that his brother had stopped a minute ago. The older brother was a little taller than the youngest. He had a slim but athletic silhouette. He ate well and exercised well. His hair was longer than his brother's, it stopped after his shoulders and was a distinct color, a violet that usually went more into white than pure violet, so it looked a little more like lavender. He always wore a little cardboard crown with the skull of a wolf. He had always loved that skull and wore it on his face every day, like a mask. He always wore something fancy, like his big black boots and what he thought would make him presentable if he ever became a warrior. He looked a little older than his age and he was proud.

"One minute more can't harm." Said the youngest of the two. His voice was soft and had a little accent. It was a British accent that sounded like the one in Brighton. - There was no England in this world, but everyone who lived in the west of this country had the same accent. That made it a unique little country. –

"Aren't you the one who promised Dad that you would be there when the newborn, well, is born?"

"It is easy for you to run away. You have that stupid wolf-like skull on your head. The raindrops do not bother you, do they? And you are faster than me because you are trying to practice sword training. To become a warrior."

"All right, all right. I get it. When I am older and have enough money, I'll buy you a beanie, or something else you can wear so the little raindrops will not bother you. Is that all right?" Said the elder a little annoyed at the conversation and brushed his long hair behind his solder, along his back. Then he started running without telling his younger brother. He ran in the direction he had given the younger boy. The boy watched his brother run away, then he turned around and spotted a small dandelion. When he picked it up, his older brother, who was almost at the house, shouted at him.

"Atlasper!"

"Coming!" Responded the smallest of the two impatiently, making sure that the little flower was safe, he set off to follow his brother. He entered the house where he had grown up. - The house was a small cottage. Hidden in the forest, in the middle of an empty field, where no one could find it. From the outside, the house looked tiny, but inside it was big. Enough space for two bedrooms. The two sons shared one bedroom, while the second belonged to the parents. The kitchen was small, with enough space to make something to eat, with a small table in the middle of the room, with four small chairs. There was no wall between the kitchen and the living room, they were in the same room. The house was a dreamy little cottage. - The youngest of the family could hear his new little brother crying in his parents' room. His older brother stopped at the door without moving because he just did not know what to do now. Of course, the eldest brother arrived minutes before the middle child, but that did not change the fact that our little boy was the only one between him and the would-be warrior who brought gifts to the newborn. One was a little poem he had written for his mother, now destroyed by the rain, the other was the dandelion. The little boy stood next to his older sibling and watched as his father entered the room in front of them. He walked without saying anything, waiting for a sign. The young poet looked at him as his eyes widened, even more, when the crying stopped. He was impatient to meet his new brother. He wanted to speak to his father Haleryx, but he could not find the right words. He was amazed at the man, how he had raised the family without any stress, as their mother was rarely home. He was proud that this former warrior was his father. Standing proudly next to his brother who was 6 years older, he was even prouder of this family. A small crow flew out of the room to their father and landed on his shoulder. The man looked at the bird. While the blackbird cawed with his father, young Atlas watched his father communicate with the bird, whereupon the ground man was part bird, which amazed the boy very much.