Celestial

Chapter One: The Body.

It was early morning, the critters outside were already stirring as the sun reached out into every small crack and crevasse lighting up what was once dark. Washing always the dark and replacing it with a warm orange glow. The side of the small house was beginning to become a faint orange glow.

The house sat in the middle of nowhere on a green hill with another hill behind it, in which a small shed sat out the back. Both had a small trail of cobblestone creeping up to their doors and a faint glow imitating the glow of the sun. The house was old and run down, it had a few crack in the roof, so during the rainy seasons the roof would cry with the rain leaving the floor of the first storey to become sweating with water.

In this house lived one mother and her son. The mothers name was Jane. She was a young mother at 35 and her son, Raid, at the age of just 10. Raid was Janes only child and her husband had died during the war. When living in the middle of nowhere you get used to not see a lot of people, and living with not a lot of food. They had to grow most their food, they grew wheat for bread, cows for milk and meat, sheep for meat and wool. They also grew beans, capsicum, mushrooms and lots of other fruits and vegetables.

The light crept in through an opening in the ceiling, the warmth of the rays lightly touching Raid face making him wake. Raid bursts up and out of bed in an instant making his way down the stairs occasionally skipping a few steps to make faster travel. Once down the few flights of stairs Raid makes his way towards the kitchen. The kitchen was all wood take away the sink.

This house wasn't modern it was more like a house seen back in the 1800's. It was an old forgotten farm house until the war where Jane and her husband found it and chose to raise their child there. Cain was sent to the war and was never heard nor seen again. His comrades that came back from the war said he was shot and killed.

After the war Jane had chosen to stay at the house for it reminded her a lot of him. He didn't leave anything behind when he left, all Jane has left of Cain is the letters he sent her from the battle ground itself. Some were intact others were slightly frayed at the edges and although paper isn't used almost at all in today's economy it's still good to have a reminder of before when things were simpler.

Raid never met his father but the way that his mother talks about him very highly, he assumes that Cain was an honourable man and was very collected even in the most of daring of times. Raid, once in the kitchen begins making his and his mother's breakfast. A slice of bread his mother made and a few pieces of meat left over from last night. Once he placed some plastic wrap around his mothers plate he went outside to finish eating and watch the sun rise over the rounded mountains.

Raid finished his meal and walks back through the rusted old door into the house. He scraped his plate into the chicken scrap bucket and proceeded to place his dish in the sink and plug the drain. He turns the slightly rusted tap with a small 'C' etched into its centre. The tap was now throwing up water into the metal sink. He halted it just as the water began to cover over the thin ceramic plate.

Once his plate was washed from the remaining contents he placed it on the side dish rack. He left the water in the sink knowing his mother would be up in another few hours anyways. He walked through the back sliding door outside with the chickens scrap bucket, sliding his steel caps on at the door. He closed the door behind him and walked a few metres over to the chicken coop.

Opening the metal gate he left it open letting the chickens free range after their feed. They walk and weave through and around his legs waiting for their feed. Raid tips the flimsy plastic bucket on the black dirt in front of him. The chickens immediately rush in from all directions to steal the best parts of the meat or mouldy bread.