Dreams of Adventure (HIATUS)

Chapter 1

A sat on my bed with my legs dangling off the side as sweat beaded my forehead. I didn't realize how hard I was gripping the edge of the mattress until a familiar figure stood at the doorway of the attic, or in other words, my room.

"Are you worrying again?" My mother asked, leaning on the door frame and folding her arms and legs. She gave me a smirk masked by an expectant look, her blond hair falling in loose curls over her left shoulder.

My mom was a pretty woman. Blonde hair, green eyes, cut features, slender figure. She always knew when something was wrong, and that's no joke. I could never get away with anything because of her - over the years, the inability to lie and hide things from her made me the honest kid I was today.

I averted my gaze and nodded solemnly, embarrassed to admit how nervous I was.

"You're not usually this quiet..." my mom said, studying me. I could feel her eyes bore into me, and I froze. She then gestured with her head down the staircase. "Come. I have a surprise for you."

Downstairs, I was welcomed by a plentiful amount of food on the table. There were some of my favorite breakfast foods: pancakes, eggs, and even cinnamon buns! I leaped for a seat and began to dig in, and before I could ask how she was able to make all this -because we never got to have huge meals-, my mom said, "this was all gifted to us by people wishing you good luck on your journey. But don't worry about that right now. Eat up!"

"Thanks, mom!" I said through a mouthful of deliciousness. Another thing mom was good at was cooking; when she had the ingredients, she cooked meals worthy of six out of five stars. When she had few ingredients, she adapted and still made something that would put even the royal chefs of the kingdom to shame.

"Listen, Shay," my mom said across from me at the other end of the table, her voice soft. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye as I downed a cup of milk.

"I--"

Milk burst from my mouth. "Jasper!" I yelled, seeing my childhood best friend in the window behind mom. He was making crazy gestures, trying his utmost to get my attention. He looked frantic, but he had a wide grin on his face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Sorry, mom, but I gotta--!"

"Go," my mom chuckled and stood up, preparing to clean the table and the floor near my seat, which was covered in milk. I grinned sheepishly and shot up to my room, getting dressed as quickly as I could. I could hear yelling and laughing outside, and out my own window I saw fire flicker nearby.

I hurriedly put on a dark-brown sleeveless lightweight hoodie with pants to match and black sneakers. I also forced on a brown leather jacket. There was a small nightstand next to my bed with a lamp, an old-fashioned clock, a loaded bag with a sash attached and a tattered red scarf on it. I took the scarf and tied it in a loose knot around my neck and wrapped the sash of the bag around my wrist before rushing back downstairs. Before I could grab the doorknob, mom caught me by the forearm and pulled me into a tight hug. "I love you," she said and pulled away, lightly cupping my cheek which bore a faint scar and looking me in the eyes. I got my evergreen eyes from her and my black hair, which was always tousled, from my dad. I obviously look more like my mom, yet my dad always said I got my 'dashing good looks' from him.

"I love you too," I said and she kissed me on the forehead. I squirmed away like I always did and gave her one last grin before charging outside.

I lived at the edge of a cliff that rose high above rabid water that stretched out as far as the eye could see to my right. To my far left was an even bigger cliff with houses on the side of it and lots of networking pathways to connect each building. Below all that was a small village-like area filled with merchants, workers, civilians and monsters.