The drums, the endles throbbing as they came closer, and closer. Her head pounded. The world was rushing by in a blur. There is a sound, like something flying through the air at a great speed, then a thud, very close by. Suddenly she is falling, falling forever, falling into the darkness.
Naryn sat up ubruptly in bed. She was breathing fast and covered in sweat. The dream again. She thought. She got up to check on her mother and watched as her chest rose up and down in shallow, raspy breaths. Alana May Strait-Arrow was very sick. Her hands shook so badly that she could not do anything for herself anymore. She also had trouble remembering things, sometimes she even forgot who Naryn was.
Naryn's father died when she was only 8. She loved him very much. She wished he was there now, maybe her mother would not be so sick if Thadien hadn't been murdered. Naryn believed than her mother's health slowly deteriated over the years because her heart was broken. Three months before Thadien was killed, Naryn's baby brother died in his crib. He had been weak from birth, the midwife said it was his heart. A week after, Thadien went on one of his voyages. He was the first mate on a ship that transported patrons across the Dayton sea. On his way back from this voyage he was ambushed with arrows and fell into the creek. He washed up near the cabin and Naryn found him. She vowed then that she would find whom ever slayed her father, and avenge him.
Alana twitched and moaned in her sleep. Naryn went to take her hand, "Hush mama, I'm here, it's alright." A lone tear escaped from Naryn's eye and rolled down her high cheekbone to come to rest on the bedcover under which her mother lay. Naryn knew it was only a matter of time before she lost her mother, too. She had a sixth sense about things like that. Naryn eventually fell back to sleep, sitting on the floor near her mother's bed, holding her hand throughout the rest of the night.
MommyMengrove · Mon Jul 10, 2006 @ 12:20pm · 1 Comments |