Jarida Drabbles

A Summer Breeze

The young 17 year old boy was pacing back and forth in his chamber.

'Why must I marry at such a young age? And a girl I hardly know?' the boy thought. He was really frustrated at his parents at the moment.

His parents were forcing him to hold a dinner where every eligible girl in his kingdom was invited. At that dinner he was to choose a bride.

'It just isn't fair! Why can't I try and fall in love!' he yelled in his head. As he walked by his king sized bed he punched it to let off some steam.

The bed made a cracking noise, but it was too strong and sturdy to break with just a punch.

"Son! Open the door!" his father's voice boomed the other side of the slamming door.

"You are only going to keep yelling at me!" the boy yelled back. He didn't want to see his parents at the moment. How he wished the palace windows in his bedroom weren't so small.

"I just want to speak with you. I will not try and convince you" his father offered honestly.

The boy knew his father well and knew he was speaking the truth. He walked over and opened the door.

"Thank you Jackson. Now, why are you so upset about marriage?"

"Marriage is not what upsets me father, it is that I don't have the opportunity to fall in love..." he explained, letting his shoulders fall.

"I understand" his father patted his shoulders. At that he just left the room, knowing his son just needed time.

"No, you don't..." Jackson mumbled after his father was out of earshot.

Maybe Jackson wouldn't be so frustrated if they had given him more time, but they told him today about their decision. Not only that, the dinner was on the same day.

'I need some fresh air' he thought.

Jackson put on his favorite hoodie and walked out of his room. He passed the heavy guarded doors that led out to the forest and went over to the horse stables. That is where he kept a staff, a staff that he used to walk up the hills when he had walked for a long time. It was usual of him to do it so he grabbed it and took off.

What he wasn't aware of was that there was a young summer spirit following closely behind him. The spirit had never seen a young boy of her same age with white hair. Not only did it make him look like an elderly man from behind, but it was a big contrast to her red fiery mop of hair.

"Where is he going?" she asked out loud to herself. She didn't worry that he could hear her because he couldn't. She was a guardian of summer and not many believed in her. They thought summer, autumn and spring were just acts of nature, of how they put it mother nature, but it was her and her fellow friend's work.

Jackson heard the voice and got a bit startled. "Who is there?!" he demanded turning around to look for a figure, which he did not find.

The spirit of summer hid behind a tree. 'Did he really hear me? Or was it just a twig or crack of a branch he heard?' she asked herself.

"Was it just my imagination?" Jackson asked himself. "Must be the stress" he mumbled.

"What stress can a prince have?" the spirit scoffed.

"Ok I definitely did not imagine that! Who are you? Come out!" he demanded.

The spirit hid behind a tree again. 'I think he can hear me' she smiled a bit, but she was afraid to show herself, incase he couldn't see her. She didn't want to be let down. She thought it easier to just leave, she didn't want any trouble. Pushing off from the tree she tried, as quiet as possible, to get far enough to be able to take off in to the forest.