Christopher --->
---------------------
Prologue
------------------
There stood a tall man with long blonde hair, wiping the dripping sweat from his face. He pulled his axe from the tree stump and took a log out to cut for the fire; he needed to keep the family warm, in the cold Canadian weather. He had been working all week, but he could barely get bread and soup on the table. Times have been hard lately and no matter how hard Christopher worked, he still barely made enough to pay for necessities. His sisters do work, but he tells them every time, to save the money for them to go to college, and have a better future then he has right now.
Christopher lived in a family home on a farm with his mom and two sisters, his father died five years ago from thyroid cancer because they did not have enough money to get him treated. The only thing they had now was the farm, but now that it's winter, the farm is of no use to them. His two younger twin sisters, Angela and Angel, help out by working as maids and babysitters for the people in the town.
Christopher is paid to cut wood and deliver them to the family that needs them, since he does not have much money; he was unable to get a truck that cuts wood down. Having to work to keep his family on his feet, Christopher has no time for female company whatsoever, even though he never spares a glance, anywhere but his family and work. The ladies still fond over him when he attacks his wood with no shirt on, like he is now.
The single ladies of the town always seem to gather across the street at the same time that Christopher starts to cut wood. They were sitting in front of the small cafe in the shade, as they fanned themselves and sighed at the sight before them. Christopher, oblivious to the attention he's getting, continues to hack away at the wood, until night fell upon him. He gathered up the wood and tied five pieces of wood together and continued to do so until there was no wood left to be put together.
He loads them in the back of his truck and got in his car to hand out the wood, and pick up his sisters on his way. He stopped by Mr. Gullen's house to give him his share since he was the house not too far from his; he knocked on the door and waited for the 'click' of the door to hold up the wrapped pieces of wood.
"Here you go Mr. Gullen; this should be enough to keep your family warm for two days." Christopher said as he handed the graying man the load.
"Ah, thank you very much young man, I was beginning to think you were going to let us freeze." Mr. Gullen teasingly smiled as he took the wood from Christopher.
"I have told you many times, I am no longer young, I am 35 years old, and I’m practically dead already." Christopher smiled at the old man, knowing full well that the old man would think he was not practically dead already.
"I'm sixty, and I'm still alive, don't make me think that my funeral is tomorrow." The old man chuckled and waved at the woodsman goodbye as he closed his door.
After he stopped by all of the houses that needed wood, Christopher headed for the next town to pick up his sisters. The town wasn't too far from his town, and it gave the girls more work opportunity since the town was much larger than theirs. He arrived in front of the two story house; he put the car in park and honked the horn three times. His sisters knew when they heard a horn three times, that it was their brother waiting outside.
Angela and Angel looked at each other from across the kitchen and quickly took their share of the trash to take out and then head home. After they grabbed their belongings, they quickly said farewell to the people of the house and headed for the truck.
"Well, hello brother, it is so nice of you to have finally shown up." Angel said with a sarcastic smile. Christopher grunted in response and pointed his thump to the back, letting them know that neither one of them would have the privilege of sitting in the passenger seat. Both of the sisters grunted in response, but they did not argue as they sat in the back seat.
"I wonder what mother has for us tonight?" Angela broke the silence with her query.
"Most likely some soup and bread again, the only thing that's probably changed is the type of soup." Angel scuffed as she looked out the window. She was annoyed how both her mother and brother wouldn't let them spend a dime for things other than school.
"At least it's food." The deep voice of her brother snapped her from her thoughts, but she stayed silent, she knew that Christopher did not like bringing up the family's financial situation. She hopes that when her and her sister graduate this year that she can get into a good college and get a good job in the city so she can help her family.
Christopher pulled up in front of the house and jumped out of the truck. He helped his sisters down, since the truck was higher than regular trucks. He had bought the car for only five hundred dollars from someone who used to do monster truck shows, and since it was a good deal and he needed transportation, he bought it. It was easier for his sisters to get in, but not to get out, because they were afraid to break their ankle in trying to do so.
"Ah, there are my children, what took you guys so long?" Melissa, their mother asked as she pulled in her children for a hug.
"I lost track of time during work, so I was a little late on delivery." Christopher replied as he pecked his mother's forehead. "Now, let's eat, I'm starving!" And right on cue, his stomach growled.
"I guess you are, now let's eat before Chris decides to go on an eating rampage and not leave any for us." Angel laughed as they all headed for the dining room.
"Hey! I was nineteen then, and I hadn't eaten for a whole day, A WHOLE day! I didn't even know that happened until mom and dad told me the next morning when I woke up." Christopher said defensively as he took his seat.
"Who knew a hungry person could black out and eat every single food in the house, you'd think his stomach would explode!" Angela said and they all burst with laughter. His life may be hard, but it was moment sad like these that made him cherish his life.
------------------------------------------------
A/N:
How did you guys like this part?
It's just the beginning so it's not all that yet, but it will get interesting.
VOTE!
COMMENT!
FOLLOW!
LUV YA ^_^
YOU ARE READING
The Woodsman and The Faery
Short Story"Why won't you let me go? I am not yours to keep, and never will be." Those words coming from her pouty lips stung his chest, but it did not waver in his determination. He pulled her wrist, causing her to fall in his embrace and he whispered in her...
