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Fool Of A Took · 02-17-2004, 02:32 PM

Cedric woke up and slowly rose up. He fumbled after his slippers and rubbed his eyes. He then remembered his little fuss with his mother. He hated when he and his mother were mad at each other. He mumbled something unhearable and went out to the kitchen. And by the way he could see his backpack stand ready by his outer door. He sighed and continued into the kitchen. The weather seemed a little better today, but still the endless snow. He was so irritated about it. He slammed with the cupboard doors and the porcelain as he made breakfast. He sat down in a chair with a hard, dry piece of bread with very little butter on and just one slice of cheese.

He sat and tried to eat it while waited for his tea. At the moment he wasn't so hungry. He had other problems to think of. His mother for example, he didn't want to leave her while they still were mad at each other. The problem was that he didn't now what to say. He finished his bread and drank a little tea. He had ration the tea, so it barely tasted anything so he just drank the half. He didn't have time to dish so he left it as it was. He thought that if he one day would come home again he would take care of that problem. Then he maybe would be happy that he just had to worry about dishing and not survival.

He went out to see if he had forgotten anything to pack that he needed for the journey. He packed up everything and checked. Then packed down everything again. He stretched his back and looked around and tried to remember where he put his walking stick. The finest he ever had. It was made in sturdy oak and he had owned it since as long as he could remember. Then he remembered something that he shouldn't forget, his hunting bow and dagger. He went into his bedroom and sat down with a thud.

He looked under his bed and pulled out a big chest. He sneezed of all the dust. He snuffled and then fumbled up an old, rusty key out of his pocket.He slowly opened the wooden chest and removed blanket who covered all the things under it. He picked up a hunting bow with a few arrows. He studied it and laid it beside him. He had trained archery a lot for a while, just for fun. He picked up a dagger. The only thing he had left from his father. He pulled it out of it's sheath. He let his fingers touch the blade and he then stood up and swinged it a little in the air. It shined in the air and at that moment Cedric felt really proud of that he had such a nice dagger. He also took up a very small knife that he kept inside inner pocket of his vest. It could become useful, he thought.

He pulled back the chest under his bed. He went out to the hall again and fastened his hunting bow at the outside of his backpack and his dagger in his belt. He put on his warmest coat and cloak, and then he grabbed his walking stick by the door step and walked out of his hole. He slowly closed the door and felt how the sorrow of leaving came to him. His heart sank and so did his mood. With a heavy heart he locked the door and put the key in his pocket. For maybe the last time he waved to Crystal who sat in her kitchen eating her poor breakfast. He really thought she was cute and many times he blushed when she smiled to him and said hello.

He decided to go to his mother first. He trudged through the snow to his mothers hole. He knocked very gentle on her door and said "Mother?" He heard footsteps coming closer to the door and then she slowly opened the door. He smiled to her and she didn't look angry today. "Mother!" he said and hugged her. They stood there on her doorstep and hugged each other for a long while. His gaze got blurred of all the tears and he could hear his mother cry loudly. "Now you be careful, laddie" she said and snuffled. Cedric dried his tears with the back of his hand and said "Don't worry mother, I will see you again!" She brought something up from her pocket. "Here..." she said, "Have this on you journey, it will bring you luck, it was your fathers" She handed him a golden medallion. He grabbed it and held it close to his chest. Now he could barely hold his tears back. He tried to be strong and took a farewell of his mother with another hug. He turned and got out on the road and started to make his way to Tom's house.

02-17-2004, 02:32 PM	#49
Fool Of A Took Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Middle of Nowhere Posts: 82	Morning at Cedric's house... Cedric woke up and slowly rose up. He fumbled after his slippers and rubbed his eyes. He then remembered his little fuss with his mother. He hated when he and his mother were mad at each other. He mumbled something unhearable and went out to the kitchen. And by the way he could see his backpack stand ready by his outer door. He sighed and continued into the kitchen. The weather seemed a little better today, but still the endless snow. He was so irritated about it. He slammed with the cupboard doors and the porcelain as he made breakfast. He sat down in a chair with a hard, dry piece of bread with very little butter on and just one slice of cheese. He sat and tried to eat it while waited for his tea. At the moment he wasn't so hungry. He had other problems to think of. His mother for example, he didn't want to leave her while they still were mad at each other. The problem was that he didn't now what to say. He finished his bread and drank a little tea. He had ration the tea, so it barely tasted anything so he just drank the half. He didn't have time to dish so he left it as it was. He thought that if he one day would come home again he would take care of that problem. Then he maybe would be happy that he just had to worry about dishing and not survival. He went out to see if he had forgotten anything to pack that he needed for the journey. He packed up everything and checked. Then packed down everything again. He stretched his back and looked around and tried to remember where he put his walking stick. The finest he ever had. It was made in sturdy oak and he had owned it since as long as he could remember. Then he remembered something that he shouldn't forget, his hunting bow and dagger. He went into his bedroom and sat down with a thud. He looked under his bed and pulled out a big chest. He sneezed of all the dust. He snuffled and then fumbled up an old, rusty key out of his pocket.He slowly opened the wooden chest and removed blanket who covered all the things under it. He picked up a hunting bow with a few arrows. He studied it and laid it beside him. He had trained archery a lot for a while, just for fun. He picked up a dagger. The only thing he had left from his father. He pulled it out of it's sheath. He let his fingers touch the blade and he then stood up and swinged it a little in the air. It shined in the air and at that moment Cedric felt really proud of that he had such a nice dagger. He also took up a very small knife that he kept inside inner pocket of his vest. It could become useful, he thought. He pulled back the chest under his bed. He went out to the hall again and fastened his hunting bow at the outside of his backpack and his dagger in his belt. He put on his warmest coat and cloak, and then he grabbed his walking stick by the door step and walked out of his hole. He slowly closed the door and felt how the sorrow of leaving came to him. His heart sank and so did his mood. With a heavy heart he locked the door and put the key in his pocket. For maybe the last time he waved to Crystal who sat in her kitchen eating her poor breakfast. He really thought she was cute and many times he blushed when she smiled to him and said hello. He decided to go to his mother first. He trudged through the snow to his mothers hole. He knocked very gentle on her door and said "Mother?" He heard footsteps coming closer to the door and then she slowly opened the door. He smiled to her and she didn't look angry today. "Mother!" he said and hugged her. They stood there on her doorstep and hugged each other for a long while. His gaze got blurred of all the tears and he could hear his mother cry loudly. "Now you be careful, laddie" she said and snuffled. Cedric dried his tears with the back of his hand and said "Don't worry mother, I will see you again!" She brought something up from her pocket. "Here..." she said, "Have this on you journey, it will bring you luck, it was your fathers" She handed him a golden medallion. He grabbed it and held it close to his chest. Now he could barely hold his tears back. He tried to be strong and took a farewell of his mother with another hug. He turned and got out on the road and started to make his way to Tom's house.