Chapter 1-Unfolded wrote:
Every happy family is just alike, but all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way. For a happy family is defined by a lack of problems, while an unhappy one can be unhappy for an assortment of reasons.
Scarper was in a happy family for 14 years. After that, everything spun out of control.
It all started on one morning when he was walking outside his home. He was greeted by the usual outside: Trees all around him, many bent into the shape of a home. The small clearing between this group of homes was filled with children playing. Scarper walked towards the group of boys his age, but was greeted with only stares
“What?” Scarper asked them, chuckling.
“Go away, freak,” one boy replied. Scarper pulled his only friend, Adam, aside.
“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked.
“Look, Scarper, you know that you aren’t a normal wood elf,” He replied, looking down.
“Adam, we’ve been over this. My dad was a wind elf, and soon, mom’s genes will kick in, and I’ll be part wood elf. You know that,”
“Now, they’re saying that that isn’t true. They’re saying that you were abandoned as a kid, and your mom never actually got married,”
“Adam, my dad died. That’s just how it is. They’ve been making up stories since we were eight. How does that change anything?”
“Look…on your arm…”
Scarper looked at his arm, and stared in astonishment. What was seemingly a blue fin was growing out of his arm, and the skin around it was tinted blue. There was a matching one on his other arm.
“No…Adam, this doesn’t change anything. Forget them. I’ve still got you, right?”
“When you and your mom went out to look at the wind village for a while, I couldn’t take it. If anybody is friends with you, you become their only friend. Without you here, I can’t do anything with anybody else. I can’t take it anymore…”
“Adam, no…”
“Bye,” Adam said. He walked back to the group of boys, who were slapping him on the back and cheering him on. Scarper stared in astonishment.
No... Scarper thought as he walked back to his house, a tear falling from his right eye.
When he walked in, his mother was cooking breakfast. She smiled when he walked in.
“Oh, you’re in early. Would you like something for breakfast?” She said.
“Mom, we need to talk…”
***
“Oh…I didn’t want to tell you yet…” Scarper’s mother said. Her son looked curiously at her.
“It was May, year 394. I was walking along the shoreline, when I saw a basket. I picked it up, and you were in it. Your name, Scarper, means “lost”. I took you in as my son. I’m not married. I have no idea who your real parents are. But based on the fins you’re beginning to grow, I would assume that your mother is a water elf,”
Scarper shook his head. His mother continued.
“This was also in the basket,” She said, pulling out what appeared to be a simple circle of rope. She placed it in Scarper’s hand, and he saw that a small emblem was attached to it: A drop of water, surrounded by two wings. Scarper looked up at her.
“I can keep living here, can’t I?” Scarper asked, his eyes filled with tears.
“Only if you want to, Scarper,”
“I want to go to the wind village. I can’t keep living here,”
“I won’t stop you, then,” His mother replied.
Scarper went upstairs and got a small pack. He put a change of clothes in, then went downstairs. He ate breakfast quickly, packed some food, and walked out the door.
Well, what do you guys think?
