Fate ( L.S )

Chapter 1

It was raining heavily while Louis sat out on the porch with his knees up under his chin. He watched the raindrops fall down and gather into small puddles on the soft earth beneath his tiny toes. Even though there was no one outside the house to keep him company, he was greatly entertained and completely at peace with the world. He had always found the rain soothing to hear and calming to watch. However, Louis sometimes felt quite lonely sitting out on the porch by himself. But then again he didn't really mind, he actually enjoyed the tranquility that came with the watery pitter patter. He was so at ease that his back slumped forward, his posture loosening up entirely. The relaxing of his body allowed his mind, being undisturbed at the moment, to wander off, giving it the ability to reflect on his present life as well as some childhood memories.

Louis thought back on all the things that had happened recently. Lately, the kids from the tribe had been obsessed with the game hide and seek, and, of course, seeing as Louis adored all the children, he would always play along with them, not being able to refuse their invitations. Today marked their fourth day of playing it, and he knew that as soon as the weather cleared up, they would come running to him asking to play again. This never surprised Louis for he was one of the oldest children left in the tribe, and all of the little munchkins looked up to him. Sometimes it was hard being the oldest, and even though he enjoyed spending time with the younger children, their company just didn't compare. He missed the friends that he had grown up with: he missed Niall and Angie, his two dearest friends.

They both disappeared when he was younger. The day he had lost his blond mate, was the dreaded day that Louis and Niall had gone down the mountain when they were both around 13 years of age. Neither of them had noticed that the sky had been darkening at an alarming rate, and both of them failed to look where they were going, not being able to see more than a few feet ahead of themselves. Suddenly Niall had fallen over something in the dark, and to Louis' absolute horror, he realized that it was over a cliff. His best friend had fallen down the side of the mountain. And all he could do was listen to his body tumbling down, down, down, until he could no longer hear its resonance on the rocky walls. Louis stared in shock at the dark abyss where his beloved companion had vanished. He wished that he could have saved Niall, but didn't dare move in fear of falling as well.

Angie was a whole other story. A few days after he had lost Nialler, Louis and Angie had been out picking berries when they - without realizing - had walked out of their own territory. Not even a few minutes later, a tribe of beastly looking half-naked men surrounded them on all sides. Both preteens shook in fear as the barbarians lustfully looked them up and down, and after a few moments of intense analyzation and thoughtful consideration, the tallest and most muscular man of the group - the leader Louis assumed - pointed his thick long finger at Angie, and told his men to take her as he hungrily licked his lips in desire. Angie screamed for Louis and reached out her arms to him as one of the savages threw her over his back like a rag doll, her body dangling helplessly over his broad shoulder. But before Louis could run back to his own tribe and inform the warriors about her kidnapping, the beastly men were already long gone, running off with Angie as their prisoner into the sunset, her tail of tears the only trace left of her existence. That night when he told his tribe in broken sobs of the tragedy that had happened, the tribe members knew that it would be no use to look for her, knowing that she had probably been forced into marrying the leading warrior from the opposing tribe, or at the very least used for mating or sexual pleasure by himself and his men. Louis had come to terms with the fact that he will probably never find out.

The memory of that still haunted Louis to this very day, and he regretted not jumping down the cliff and after Niall, or trying to fight off that tribe who had taken Angie. But he was younger then, weak, and didn't know what to do. Deep down he also knew that it wouldn't have made a difference anyway. If anything it would have gotten him killed.