MY short stories.

Mom?

As the tall black haired teenager walked through the thick forest, he could only think of one thing- his mother. He had few memories of her, as well as a few with an unbelievably tall, golden man. Well, the man himself did not have golden skin. From what the boy remembered, the man was clad in golden armor and had hair that seemed to shine like the summer sun. He had pale skin and deep blue eyes that seemed colder and harder than ice. When he spoke, the man's voice was rich and velvety, yet strong and booming.
The boy shivered as he thought of the man, like he shouldn't know who he was. In attempt to get the slight feeling of foreboding out of his mind, he tried to remember his mother.
She had been tall, perhaps two, three feet shorter than the man clad in gold. She'd had long silky black hair and bangs brushed over one eye. Perhaps she was hiding something under that fringe. The eye he could see was silver, but sometimes changed color- blue, gold, orange, you name it. She was clad in jeans and a light grey turtle neck, sometimes accompanied by a black riding cloak. She occasionally played her violin or the piano for the boy and the golden man.

One day, a man dressed all in white appeared. There was a fight with demons and the boy's mother had been badly injured by the man in gold. The man in white took the boy and his mother away to a church of some kind. He healed the boy's mother and got her some food and water. Hours later, someone broke in. There were three men. The main one, the boy could remember had yelled at the boy's mother. He said something about wanting his child. He never did get his child, but he did stab the boy and his mother. Later on, the boy assumed the man was talking about him. The man in white had disappeared after that.

As the boy entered the clearing with what looked to be a three story house, he got excited. Perhaps he'd finally see his mother again! Perhaps she hadn't forgotten him. What if she had forgotten him, the boy thought. What if she had another child? These thoughts made him slow his pace a little.

The glow of his orange eyes dimmed a bit as he got closer to the porch. He could see inside a window, showing what must be the living room. Sitting at a grand piano was his mother, cradling twins. As he looked on, his mother looked up at someone. She appeared to be crying or laughing, both perhaps. The golden man came into view and hugged the boy's mother, careful of the babies. He said something to her and gently rubbed her back.

Shaking his head, the boy dashed to the porch and stood in front of the door. Maybe, he thought, he never should have come looking for his mother. He wiped a tear from his face and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the golden man opened the door and stared the boy down.

"Mystery! You would like to see this!"
Quietly, the boy's mother made her way to the door sans babies. When she saw the boy, she gasped and more tears slid down her cheeks.
"Alistair!"
She hugged the boy tightly and cried. Alistair hesitantly hugged back and nodded.
"I finally found you, Mom."

AllenWarLight