Behind Hollow Eyes

My Story

*note: it will seem like rough writing at first but once you get to the end, you understand.

Light is a treasure.

It keeps the things that live in the dark at bay.

For a long time, my momma was my light. She kept me safe from all the bad things.

I miss momma.

One day, she saw me begin to dream of the outside world.

So she let me go. She wanted me to out into the world, experience things other people do. I can still remember her tears while saying goodbye. It hurt to see momma cry, but I know I could return home when everything was done.

"My little light," she would say, "you mean everything to me. I want you to know what lies beyond these walls. I want to you to make friends, find love, experience adventure. You know I will always be here, waiting for you to return. I will always be here, in your heart. If you ever get lonely, just look up at the sky. The sun, stars, and moon will be there to guide you."

Saying goodbye hurt but the things I've gotten to do are fun!

I met an old lady who took me in and gave me things. I didn't understand anything she said but I could feel kindness flow from her. I lived with her for some time. She tried teaching me to speak and read her language, but it was quite difficult at the time. So I would just watch and copy what she did as she attended to her garden. Eventually, so much time had passed and I was starting to change.

She said I should go an recieve a grimoire, as I was certainly of age, although I had no idea what it meant.

One day, I was placed in line with other children like me. I didn't like them though. I could feel their hatred of those different and so I ran away. I hid behind the building and waited for their mean auras to leave.

While crouched down, I heard a small bell jingle and looking up, I saw a pretty book float down towards me. After grasping it, I was certain that it was the grimoire she spoke of.

I ran back, book above my head as I was afraid to drop something everyone felt was so precious.

As I approached, I noticed the other people standing around the house. One of them recognized me and approached.

"...................dead...........she.......love you....................me." The words I could understand felt strange. I shook my head as the lady tried to take my hand.

I ran.

I ran away from people. Their shouts were nothing but noise.

I ran back to the tree the lady found me in. Sitting upon its roots, I felt something tug at my clothes. It was a fox, a creature of cunning wit. They knew humans well, so I was certain it would understand.

"What does dead mean?" I asked.

"Hmm. It means to no longer be alive." The fox replied.

"That can happen?"

The fox laughed in their way.

"Yes child. It does. Come home with me, I'm sure the rest of my family would be delighted to have you. Humans will only lead you down a bad path anyways."

I would live some time with the foxes, deer, ravens, bears and wolves of the area. They taught me many things that I couldn't wait to show and tell momma about.

"Dear child," Mina, the omega wolf said to me. "You should rejoin the humans. I believe it is best."

I followed her advice and returned to a village. At first, they were scared of me. Yelling and shouting, I feel in their aura fear.

I followed what my families taught and brought them a boar. Humans eat them too.

I would hunt for them. It would be fun.

"Hey hunter, you look like you're about 15, you should go to the grimoire ceremony. Maybe you'll get one."

I followed once again to a tower and felt the hate. So I shuffled behind to hide myself. My grimoire I had started to glow and the lock on it opened.

"I'm going to join the magic knights and get rich!" I heard one boy say. It sounded like fun so I decided to follow and do it to.

"Well, that was quite the tale. Your writing has definitely improved but your grammar is still lacking proper etiquette. Remember, the way you write can have an impact on your pattern of speech. Now that I've read your story, it makes sense to why you are the way you are. I want to you write a bit more and practice talking with your squad members before our next session. I have to go on a mission soon so if you will excuse me."

My teacher handed back the notebook I used to write down my memories. I was happy to see a smile upon his face and thus, I returned home.

Looking up at the large building, the world continues to amaze me.

I'll return one day momma. And tell you all the stories.