Winds Of Change

Chapter 15: 2 months later and a letter

*Previously*

That was just the beginning, after the avoidance came the glares, harsh words and attempts to hurt me. I was alone once more, though what had made it even worse was the look my brother gave me. He had of course found out from one of his friends who had heard it from someone else. The story had changed so much. It made me sound like the monster.

Aros too had deserted me. It's ironic really I had excepted him when no one els had yet when I needed him he had abandoned me and he had aslo taken Tommy with him. And I was alone and heartbroken again except this time I really had no one to turn to.

They can think what they want. I am not a monster.

*End*

Chapter 15

It's been two months and I hate it... I hate everything. I hate how I'm glared at everywhere I go. I hate how people whisper mean things about me behind my back... They don't even know me, they don't want to know me. The only this that has been good Though is that becauee everyone basically hates me they all go full out in our sparring sessions during Combat. This has helped me a lot because thanks to them I am now the best in my year. And with the competition coming up I have the upper hand in grading up faster.

Though my day just went downhill real fast. I just received a letter, its from home though the news is anything from good...

Dear Aros

You are hereby formally invited to attend the funeral of Armus Fox.
The ceremony is to take place a fortnight after the full moon.

Ps: I am sorry for your loss brother

Blessings
Aiden

I don't really know how I feel about it. At first I felt numb about the whole situation. This year had taken a turn for the worst. I had had such high hopes that this years would be different from all the rest. I had hope that I would finally make friends that would love and cherish me.
This year was definitly different... I've lost a brother.I am sad that he is gone... He was still my family even though he never treated me like nicely.

I suppose some of my heartache also comes from missing home. I wonder how mother is fairing with the loss of her favourite child? And father... I dread to think of how he is. Fine I suppose. Loss doesn't really affect you when your hearts made of stone.

At least at home I had a friend. 'I wonder how he is?' I thought slightly depressed. 'He' being River the wolf I had made a friend of. Deep in my heart I hope that he is well and enjoys his life in the woods near my house, those beautiful woods... Oh how I wish I could go home again and stay there... Though I suppose going just for a little while would do me some good.

With a sigh I re-read the letter. I have to talk to the headmaster about allowing me passage to go home. Naturally the headmaster agreed quite willingly. It's almost as id he wanted me to go? It seems I'll have to back my bags with the speed of light, after all, the next train out of here leaves within the hour.

'Mybe I'll just stay there' I thought as I pulled my satchel out from under my bed. In a daze I walked to my closet took only three shirts and three trousers before turning on my heel and stuffing them neatly into the bag. I plan on packing light. If I'm lucky I get to walk home still in ine piece.