Fraction

Fraction Chapter 9 - Gift From Above

I sat on my chair, quill in hand... and I wrote on the parchment, "I sat on my chair, quill in hand..." and continued writing... everything. I've had this quill in my hand for as long as I can remember. Do I write everything that happens? Or does everything I write happen? At this point, I do not know. All I know is, this quill is what pulled me out of the void. Without this, I have no form. No senses. No movement. No power. So why am I writing about myself now? Because as I stated in the very beginning, I live in a world devoid of sound, light, hope and death... this quill is my way of acknowledging my existence. Without this, I would disappear and no one would even know of my existence. Of course, I know you are not interested in me. You want to know about them... the people I write about.

Chris. Evening. Morning. Pony. Kelly. Adam. Diana. Words, words, words. Maybe I will tell you about them... maybe I won't... because there are so many more things in my head... enough to fill this parchment a thousand times over... and yet, I never seem to run out of ink or parchment... it is a blessing, I suppose. Fear not, I will not take up all your time. I know my own limits. I know what interests you and what does not. So now let us get back to the story...

It was a dark, stormy night... the Rain God made it rain with such might that none were spared. Even the Royal Academy where the princes studied was stomped upon by the winds. The lamps were blown out... all except one... at the very end of the hall. The old man with his long, white beard simply sat and watched. In the face of the Gods, there is not much a mere human can do. However, he heard the unmistakeable sound of a bow being stretched as an arrow was being draw back. He even recognized the bow from its sound. It was the bow belonging to his prize student. He was the Royal Tutor after all. He was the best teacher in the whole kingdom. He heard the arrow whistle through the air. Almost instantly, all the lamps in the hall lit up. The arrow had hit the one burning lamp at the end of the hall, caught fire and then subsequently hit the wicks of all the other lamps, which were lined up. He was mildly surprised. The lamps were, in fact, placed such that they could be lit up in that fashion... however, he had not expected this little boy to be capable of such a feat. "Come here, boy..." he said. The boy walked towards him, bow in hand.

"Did you do that just now? Did you light up all the lamps?"

"Yes sir."

"How did you do it? The winds were so wild and erratic. The one lamp that was burning was flickering too..."

"The light from that one flame gave me all the information I needed, sir."

"Oh...? I see... I shall make you a promise, boy..."

"Yes, sir?"

"Stick with me... and I promise to make you the greatest archer in the country."

"Yes sir."

"Wake up, Morning."

"Sir?"

"Morning, wake up."

Morning opened his eyes slowly to see Eve shaking him awake. "Morning, wake up! We have to move now!" she shouted. He saw Pony and Chris wading across a river. "Uh... I was asleep...?" he said drowsily. Eve sighed and pulled him up to his feet. "You can't just fall asleep whenever you want! This isn't home! We're supposed to be moving!" she chided him as he took a lazy step. "But I don't even remember falling asleep..." he said as he slowly began to regain consciousness of the rest of his body. "That's the problem!" Eve said loudly, "You just fell asleep while we were walking! How can you even do that?!" Morning shrugged and said, "Maybe I'm just used to sleeping at this hour of the day..." Eve sighed and walked on. Morning then noticed that Chris and Pony were far ahead of them. "How come they're far ahead...? Aren't we supposed to be traveling together?" he asked. "Well, we would be if SOMEONE didn't fall asleep right when he was walking..." Eve retorted, "I told them I'd carry you and move at my own speed."