Tales of Raiveirn: Leon

Chapter 1

Leon awoke with teary eyes, although the dream was enjoyable, the pain of seeing his sister again had never faded.

No matter how much time had passed, it hurt the same every time. He yawned, wiping his eyes and looking over at the remainder of his rock collection, he had gotten rid of all the rocks that Lana had given him, only keeping the ones he found himself.

He grabbed the purple scarf he wore and wrapped it around his jaw and neck, slowly walking down the steps of his home.

His parents lay in their section, watching him in silence.

He flicked his head in a greeting and headed out through the empty doorframe.

Leon had no plan for the day, he never did. Lana planned everything for him, and ever since then, he's been drifting through life.

He slowly headed up the hill that was in front of his home, sitting at the peak of it.

Leon watched the water from the river below, listening to it rush by and the wind passing his ears. His breath softened, but even with this peace, he felt empty.

He held a stone in his paw, although it was sharp, it helped.

He slowly took a breath, and began to speak,

"You'd... think I'd be over this by now, right?" He asked the wind, "After six years, I thought it would be done." He laughed softly, digging the stone further into his paw. "I thought I'd be over you, I thought I could make myself hate you..." Leon's eyes filled with tears again. "I can't find you anywhere, so I'll prove that you're-" He yelped and dropped the stone, blood dripping from his paw.

Leon groaned and wiped his paw against the grass, standing and walking down the hill. He dipped his paws in the water, feeling them shift with the river as it rushed by. He shut his eyes and sighed, letting the sensation of the water and wind take over his body.

For once in his life, he felt calm, like nothing could break him out of this trance.

...Until he heard footsteps behind him, Leon slowly turned around, seeing his father walking towards him.

"Hey there, Leon. What's got you so sad?" Hayseed asked. "Don't tell me you're still upset about her... we'll find her, don't worry."

Leon shot him a glare, looking away from him and staring at the water.

Hayseed sighed, resting his tail against his son's back. "Leon, even if we never find her, you'll just become the next Mayflower," Hayseed assured him.

Leon finally spoke up, after what seemed like forever. "Do you think it's good to be called a Mayflower? After everything that's happened to this family?" Leon asked, wanting to force his Dad to admit the family's faults. Hayseed paused for a while, stammering over the beginning of his sentence. "I... believe that all of the curses on us can be reset."

Leon looked up at him, his purple eyes glaring into the truth. "Even what happened to Ashton?"

Hayseed stopped everything, moving away from Leon. He didn't say much of anything, standing up. "I thought you promised not to mention him..."

Leon huffed, getting up to confront his father. "I know what I promised, but that doesn't mean we can continuously ignore him, he's a Mayflower just like us."

Hayseed snapped, "Was! He was a Mayflower!" He growled. "He doesn't deserve to be your uncle, and he doesn't deserve to be my brother either!"

Leon stared at him, he knew he'd get this reaction. He always did. "Why?" He asked, "Why doesn't he deserve to be one of us? What. Did. He. Do?" Leon provoked his father, wanting to take this further.

"Your uncle is a fool! If he wanted to live, he would've come back to me! I can only hope he's burning in Hell!" Hayseed shouted, only inches away from Leon's face.

Leon grinned, baring his teeth towards Hayseed. "And if he's not?"

Hayseed growled, his back fur spiking up. "Don't test me, Leon."

"I already am, and you failed." He whispered, turning and facing the water again.

Hayseed let out a frustrated yell as he stormed off toward the shed. Leon only laughed at his reaction, getting precisely what he wanted.

Leon continued to sit by the water, humming and occasionally chuckling to himself. He leaned down to take a drink from the river, but the sloped land forced him too far and he fell right in.

Leon sputtered as the water encased his body, he quickly climbed out and hissed at the river. "Great! Now I have to dry this!" He complained, throwing his scarf off and putting it on his back. He reluctantly headed back home, sighing just before he entered.

Hayseed was furious upon his shelf, Leon's mother, Verona, was attempting to console him. She gave Leon a rugged look, which forced his head down.

He threw the scarf over a window opening, letting the autumn wind dry it with time, he sighed as he lay down on the ground. "He still believes that she's alive... why would he think that after all this time..?" He asked himself. "Why does he still have faith in her... what does he know!" He shouted, hitting the floor. He felt something on his head, wiping it away, and looked at his paws. "Blood..?" He muttered to himself. Leon looked up, seeing drops of blood dripping from a crack in the ceiling. He stared at it, climbing on the shelf and attempting to press the source, his paws too short of reaching. He suddenly heard a thud near the door opening, then a shout. Leon hopped down the levels, seeing the stranger at the entrance... two familiar eyes stared up at him from it.