Tale of Chaos 2: This War of Ours

Chapter 30: Birthday

Forestra's POV

I silently stepped into my house, wondering if anyone was home. It was dark, but it was bright outside. From the entrance, I could see a few curtains had been closed.

I sighed.

There was no car in the driveway, which meant my parents and brother weren't home.

I was alone.

At least my family won't see me leave...

They do not need to worry about me.

Will they even notice?

I always wanted to run away from here, anyway.

I walked up the stairs before entering my room. I took a deep breath.

I had control over living things, so I could acquire my own food.

Wait, I might meed money if we winded up in the city.

Forestra, how forgetful can you be?

I let myself flop onto my bed, relaxing.

Pain burned all over my body as I realized my shirt was almost burned off, the scars of my burns covering my body. I spun around, trying not to let the pain overcome me. Looking at my wardrobe, I slipped off of the bed and put on a plain green shirt.

I dropped back onto the bed, now on my stomach.

I contemplated everything.

How long had this entire adventure taken place?

I'd end up having to miss school if I were going to leave.

Well... I used to miss school a lot last year, anyway.

I looked over at our calendar. My mom tended to mark the days as they went.

I examined it for a bit before my mind blanked out.

No.

It can't be.

November 8.

That was... my birthday.

It was already halfway into the school year?

How?

This adventure seemed like only a few days... yet it was already my birthday?

Wow, I'm turning fourteen... and no one's here for that?

Well, happy birthday, Forestra...

I looked out the window, another sigh escaping my body.

If I was already fourteen...

Spotlight, Riverflow, and Arcmagos had to be fourteen as well.

Maia and Eon, on the other hand, would be fifteen.

I knew Rocksworth was younger than me by three months, Blackout by five months, and Cyclone and Pyroclast by eight months.

But still... fourteen already...

I rolled over and looked at the wall clock.

6:00 PM

I rose up and went down into our garden.

Silently, I raised my finger and made vines grow in a dry patch. I wrote into it:

Forestra is a great girl!

I laughed and sighed. I made the vines wither and thought for a while.

But Arcmagos suddenly appeared in front of me right out of nowhere.

"Um, why are you here!?" I shrieked.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry!" he apologized.

Then he disappeared in a flash.

Um, okay then?

Suddenly, all in my mind was Blackout and Arcmagos.

Blushing slightly, I wrote with vines:

I love you, Arcmagos.

I wrote again:

Blackout... I'm sorry for everything.