Enemies of Comfort

Far Fetched

“Brother.”

“What is it Savannah?” Adrian glanced back from his cooking, a sudden look of worry on his face. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so concerned?”

“I am fine brother, I was just, thinking.”

“About?”

“This war.” Once my words escaped my lips he went back to cooking.

“What about it?”

“How did it start?”

My brother turned, rather confused. “It started like any other war. What are you getting at Van?”

“I guess, I just don’t understand why we’re still fighting it. Our great great grandfather was the first to go through this, and we’re still fighting to this day. It is pointless.”

“It is not pointless!” Adrian’s chest puffed.

“Tell me brother, when was the last time a creature has personally hurt us? Besides when the angels attacked Luna?” His silence was excruciating. “Exactly my point. I’ve been attacked more by our own kind than I have any other.”

Adrian sighed. “I understand what you’re getting at, I really do, but there is nothing that we can do.”

He understands!

He’s on the same page that I am.

I smiled happily. “I’m not so sure that’s true brother.”

“What are you trying to say Savannah?”

“Let us make an example!” 

“Vannah-”

“I have befriended an angel and a goblin. We could show them that this war is pointless! It was the war of our ancestors, it is not ours.”

Adrian lowered his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s not going to work, no matter how hard you try. You know just as well as I do how stubborn the world can be. This is normal for the creatures on this earth, it’s natural and calming.

Just, give up on this little pipe dream of your’s.”

I felt like a tiny piece of me had died once those words filled my ears.

‘Just, give up.’

I knew this whole idea was out there, but I always thought that I could count on my brother’s guidance and support.

“No. I can’t.”

Brother’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by a response. “You can’t?”

“I’m sorry, I know you want me to, and I know how dangerous this is going to be, but, things need to change. We shouldn’t be scared of leaving our house, in fear of running into someone not of our own kind. We shouldn’t have to raise our children in this same fear. How are we expected to be truly happy with the life we’re given, if all we do is worry?”

“If you feel so strongly about it, then, I believe in you. I’ll help you any way that I can, starting with not telling our parents.”

“Thank you Adrian.” Quickly I threw him into a hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too. The real you.”

The real me.

That’s right, this person who worries about creatures unlike her, that’s the real me. That’s the person who is going to change the world.