New Generation

I Hate Nature

((Max's POV))

        "Twenty miles, I can do that. Totally. Yep." I mutter, stopping next to the stream for a second. The sounds of my home being destroyed faded long ago, and now the dark, silent night take hold. I can see my breath in the air, but as long as I keep moving I think I can stay warm. 

        "You guys better meet up with me, you promised. You promised, so you better not die on me." I say for the millionth time. Yeah, so I'm worried about my parents. They just seem so... so normal! How could they be mixed in with somthing so big that people come to kill us?

        And why can't I talk about Seto where I'm going? Dad... He can be annoying sometimes, like when he tells me to stop painting on the floor, but he's so nice! Why would someone kill him, or me. I didn't do anything, at least I don't think so... 

        Lost in thought, I walk right into a low hanging branch. The tree creaks, a much quieter reaction than my swearing. Dad didn't like swearing either, I need to try to cut that out. Wait, am I already talking about them in past tense? No! No no no, bad me! 

        "Stupid tree, don't stop me from going where I wanna go!" I growl. Screw you, nature. 

        At least I'm dressed somewhat okay for the weather. I'm wearing grey boots, and a longish grey short sleeve shirt. I have a cloak, but it's not long like dad's. He says I can have a proper one once I learn to stop knocking over potion bottles, he doesn't want it to get in the way. Instead, the green fabric stops just above my elbows. I'm not cold, though, because I have long gloves that go up to the edge of my cloak, striped with faint grey and green lines. Of course, neither of my parents think gloves are a good thing to wear, as they get in the way of doing things, so they're sorta like fingerless mittens. 

        And I have my bag. I can't remember when I got it, I've had it forever. It's a small pouch on a belt, and I've never opened it in my life. Aparently I'm only suposed to open it to peform first aid on myself if I think I'm gonna die. Makes me wonder now if they knew this was going to happen eventually... 

        Lost in thought again, I almost run into another tree. I duck at the last second, then stop and turn around. 

        "Hah, not falling for that twice! Take that, nature!" Something Seto says I have like Brice is a never ending sence of humor. I always try to make jokes, even if there's no one around to hear them. Yeah, I think I kinda need to get a life. 

        I turn back around to keep going upstream, when I see somthing new. Well, more like someone. There's a boy on the other side of the creek, walking upstream, hands in his pockets like he doesn't have a care in the world. I hadn't heard anyone come here, and I haven't seen him, so I run up on my side of the stream to catch up with him. 

        "Hey! Can you help me? I think I'm lost... Not sure, I don't even know where I'm going." I say once I catch up. He doesn't seem to hear me. Now that I'm closer, I have a better veiw of him. He's wearing grey pants, black and purple shoes, black and purple wristbands, and a white t-shirt. His eyes are a dark red, and his hair is brown, and falling over part of his face. He looks older than me, late teens, maybe. 

        "Uh, hey. Can you hear me?" Once again, he doesn't respond, just keeps walking. Maybe he's deaf? But why would he be alone in the forest? 

        Suddently, he stops walking. He stares straight ahead, at a group of trees growing in and over a vally. Pretty far away, but nothing I haven't walked before. I look back at the boy, confused, but he's gone. 

        "The Neather is going on...?" I mutter. There's no way he walked off, I looked away for like, five seconds! Befoe I really have time to process how or why the boy vanished, if he was ever real in the firstplace, there's the sound of somthing hitting the ground and crunching leaves behind me. I turn around to see the last thing I really need right now. 

        "Who are you, what are you doing here?" The newcomer looks about my hight, but that's all I can really tell. They have light brown hair, bright red eyes, and a redish brown bandana covering the rest of their face. They have on a brown shirt, with a collar and sleeves like Notch's in some of the old illastrated texts I've seen. Bandages go halfway up both of his arms, but I see no bloodstains on them, so I think he's just rying to look cool. His grey pants are worn, with a few patches here and there. 

        Oh, and he's holding two very deadly looking revolvers. I'm not going to question if he knows how to use them or not, because I really don't want to find out. 

        "Uh, um, I... Hi." I manage. The newcomer tilts their head to the side, confused by my responce. 

        "Was that english? It sure didn't sound like it. Try again, before I decide you're on of them and shoot you full of holes." Okay, so he does in fact know how to shoot. Not sure how that helps my situation. 

        "My dad- uh, his name is Brice, told me to look for some friends of his in the forest, and just to follow the stream. We... We were attacked by something. A guy named... Ethan? Yeah, Ethan, he came to warn us about something trying to kill us, so he told me to run. I'm not trying to do anything bad, I'm not even armed!" Its the truth... sorta. I could try to summon a ball of fire and burn this kid's face, along with his stupid bandana, but I have a feeling he could kill me before I finish the first word to the spell. 

        To my suprise, he actually lowers his guns. He puts them onto two (seemingly self-made) holsters on his belt and huffs. 

        "Well, come with me then. Try anything, and I'll put a bullet in your head before you can say die."