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Broken glass

I wasn't someone who liked to make trouble.

Scratch that, I was someone who couldn't make trouble.

My mother was very well known through out the community. And not in a good way. I'm not sure how other kinds of creatures communicate, but Wanderers communicate with mental energy. We use feelings and movements and  words. I notice every time anyone talks with my mother, they carry a small feeling of uneasiness. My mother has told me before, "Don't let what they feel affect you. Only you  can know how to truly feel."

Mother is always like that. She seems to always be telling me things that can make total sense, but other times it seems random.

Mother is also one of the only people in the whole community who has a Soul Collector as a companion. She also has dark eyes with white pupils and instead of two horns, bolth of hers are connected. She's not the only one, though. But she's the only one with a family. That matters.

I never really got why. It just always was. But that affected me, too. Other Wanderers acted even weirder around me.

So when I woke up one day and my mother was gone, at first I just thought that she had to leave early to go to the Shrine, because there was always mixed feelings in her arrival. Her Soul Collector Trigger (it was so weird for something to have a name!) had to stay behind, as usual.

What was unusual was that Trigger was waiting by the door of our hut.  She usually was in the back, sorting out plants and things. I liked to help her had learned a lot about food to eat and things to do if you got hurt and stuff like that. But not today.

"I'm glad I met you," said Trigger. "and I know you will do well."

"Trigger, what are you talking about?"

"I know you will have trouble ahead, but, I know you are brave."

"TRIGGER. What are you SAYING?" And Trigger sighed, "I'm trying to say good bye."

This is news. I know by the way she feels sorrow it's me who's leaving. "But why?"

And Trigger just lowered herself to the ground, curled up like a snake. "Remember how to sing and when to sing it."

I had a few of them, ones my mother sang every night. "Them?"

"Yes them. And when you go back, I need you to tell me of her." She glanced back at me as I walked through the door. "Oh, and remember, fire cannot be without ice like how light cannot be without shadow."

 Mother was waiting for me at the exit of our little village, which is surrounded by all sides by shrubs.

"Little one."

Wanderers do not have names. We don't need them, when you can tell if some one is talking to you through thought.

My mother just looked at me for a while, and she said, "At this point, I think you know you are leaving."

There was nothing to say. I didn't know what to say or what she wanted to hear.

"I need you to know that I love you," I could feel her love, but feelings are things that no one can fully understand.

"You will know why you leave soon. But, even when all hope is lost, there will always be a sun on the horizon. Travel to the Crystals. There are people there who can help you."

So I left. But, the weirdest feeling I got, wasn't that I wasn't traveling alone.

It was that there might not be a home to come back to.

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Edit: Just some things to make the chapter flow smoother.