Dear Big Brother

Spices

                Looking down the aisle he looked through the leftover spices on the rack. He had earlier gone to a hardwood store to get some plywood. Not much left to choose from. Not surprising, he thought. Picking up the bottle of basil. He opened it, sniffed and he smiled. Not fresh, however still usable. Putting it in his basket he also grabbed dill seeds, nutmeg, and whole black pepper(He had started to run out of it). There was a crunch down at his feet. Lifting his foot he bent down to investigate. A bag laid under the bottom shelf. Peering under the shelf he found a paper next to it that read "Kashmiri Peppers". He brought the bag to his nose and sniffed. He jerked back. "That's strong". Nodding in curiosity. He decided that today's dinner would contain this chilly. He got up putting the chilly bag into his basket. Outside he could see the sky changing colors. He pouted that meant he had to go home now. Finding plywood was hard to find nowadays so he got less time to find new spices. But he had flown for about two hours, from what he could read from the sun mind you. So he had to make it home before nightfall. Sighing in defeat he shifted into a hawk and flew out of the market.

               The journey was long and tiresome. Barely making it to his cliff as his ability gave out. Startled, he sat down and had a swing of water. He stared up ahead into the horizon. Once his mother passed he was left alone to live in this ruined world. Deserted by humankind and ruled by hellbents. In eight years he'd have to go on a journey of days to the temple of spring to find his potential mate. Huffing in announcing he got up. Dusting his pants and heading to the cabin.

            Reaching the door. He placed his hand on the door handle looking back. His gaze halted on his parents' graves. "If only you didn't trust them...you would've still been here". Turning back and closing the door behind him.