Switt; Potential and Contempt

Chapter 1: Merely a Child

A cloudburst had erupted within the skies. Large droplets of rain crashed against the roof above my head. I found myself sitting on a ledge next to a large window in my room. I sat there, watching the rain and it's wonder. With a book and pen in my lap, I wrote many things; I always loved to write. Diligently, I wrote out my thoughts, pretending, as if I were explaining them to the world and its people. I wanted them to know how I felt. I wanted them to think that I was important; that I could somehow contribute something. As I flipped the page over the other fifty or so, I began observing and noting this particular downfall's beauty.

"Drops slide steadily yet unpredictably down my window. Never before have I seen such beautiful rainfall. The ravenous clouds are sweeping through the town. Despite the storm cloud's sinuous form, its voracious nature contrasts through its appearance through destruction; yet still elegant, as it nearly lulls me to sleep. The workers, fighters, marketers... everything has stopped. "

A sudden crash of thunder startled me, making me nearly drop my pen. The rain was only beginning to fall faster and harder. I gazed through the blur of mist, getting lost in my thoughts. I then proceeded to continue writing.

"In this land, it's as if not one knows what to do when begins to sprinkle. A downpour is to be treated like an invasion. The mothers and children return to their homes to stay safe, while the men stand guard on the borders, preparing for any chance of a Hydrovon attack."

This great, or so it should be called awful war, had been unraveling for the past six months; there were few who were spared. Tens of thousands had died, hundreds captured on both sides. I was young at the time, not fully understanding the concept of war; not yet. But I still knew what it was like to lose someone to war's grip.

I put down my pen and paper, taking one more long perspective through the window as I rolled off its ledge. I glanced around the attic room, noticing the small dusty details that I had grown so accustomed to over the years. I loved this room. It was somewhere I could hide away from them all.