We walked away from the 'river' I listened to us walking.
"Thump thump thump"
Goes our feet.
"Slish slish slish"
Goes the grass at our ankles.
I didn't notice the sun was setting, I was so transfixed on the noises.
"We should rest."
Rhun said, his eyes looking under a large tree.
"Tomorrow we will head to the Canopy tree across the Pishana River, near our village. Wecan and I nod in agreement and head to the shaded tree. I notice how tired I am, and I'm not the only one. We all collapse under the tree, falling into a deep sleep.
I wake up to a blood curdling scream. Rhun bolts awake as well. I turn to my side, ready to grab Wecans hand when I notice he's not there. I see his footsteps and I jump to my feet, Rhun following soon after. I starting the trail, soon finding myself quickening. I soon see paw prints emerging with his, and I start worrying. I start running, Rhun behind me. We finally arrive in a clearing where I see a lion attacking my little brother. I scream in horror and Rhun cups my mouth, stopping the scream from escaping. He whispers,
"Stay here."
He runs out and screams.
"LION LION LIONNNN!"
I watch as the lion looks up and He starts stalking Rhun. Soon enough Rhun is running with the lion after him. I run to Wecan, finding him covered in blood. His leg is tore open, bleeding fast. Tears stream down my face and I put his hand in mine.
"P-P-Promise y..you'll n..n.n..never leave m-m-me."
Wecan says, his voice quivering and weak.
"I'm always here, If you are."
I tell him, my voice shaking. He looks at me, his brown eyes slightly dull. I run my hand throw his bloody, Brown hair and force a smile on my face.
"It's just a small cut. You'll be fine."
I examine his body, noticing cuts and scratches tattooed across his body. His chest slowly rises and falls.
"T-that l..l.lion was f..f..funny."
He croaks, I softly laugh.
"He was. Remember when you, me, and dad planted that mango tree?"
I say, smiling at the memory, tears still running down my cheeks.
"I d..do."
He smiles slightly, his teeth almost showing.
"And we played farmers."
I tell him. He just stares at me, his eyes weak.
YOU ARE READING
The Canopy Tree
Teen FictionAñuli was a normal girl, living with her tribe in the Kenya. Everyday she would stare out her cracked and stained window, looking across the river beside her house. There stood a tall, elegant, canopy tree. She would stare at its curving trunk, desi...
