Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-32745070-20190205222446/@comment-35828480-20190212214338

Why is it so short?!?!? But here ya go

Vix-Edgar

Sitting next to Tumble, I scratched her frill. What to do what to do... Triton sat on the wooden floor looking up at me. Something jealous lit in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I can’t spend time with both of you at once," I said to him, as if he could understand me.

Then a picture came to my mind, the ocean. Its sparkling blue waters, with gentle yet powerful waves pummeling into the beach far below a cliff. The shallow water is clear, the most beautiful blue hue I've ever seen. And farther out, so deep of a blue you can hardly tell it’s blue. The gigantic monstrous waves look like ripples from far away. The soft sound of mighty waves embracing soft sand. And then another sound, a voice, "So what are you gonna do about it?" I recognized that voice. Rita.

I shook my head. No. ''Vix, you need to stop. The more you wrap yourself up in relationships, the more pain you'll have in the future. ''I can't afford any more deaths. ''You have to protect them. And you, by not being so involved. ''Yeah, that was true. But, there was something different. A different kind of feeling. A different kind of protectiveness. Yeah, I'm protective of the other Guardians. But, there was something... something that...

''STOP! Do you want your heart to be shattered if she dies? ''The inner voice said. Yeah, I really need to stop this. I built up a mental wall, not to be harsh, but I can't afford to be broken so hard again. I must keep these relationships as just fellow Guardian members.

"So you two, what do you say we go get some food?" I said to Tumble and Triton.

Immediately, they both perked up and happiness glistened in their eyes. I laughed, and walked out the door. Tumble was the first to follow, she's my little girl. Then walked out big ol Triton, the muscular and powerful one. But, he has a soft side. I flew on Tumble to the CookHaüs. It was owned by my mother's sister in law. My mother took Grima and me there many times on our birthday. I walked up to the door, and there was a piece of parchment on it.

It read: "This shop is hereby disowned by Margatha Aakre. If not evacuated by the printed date, owner shall be taken out by force. Thank you for your co-operation! Signed, Harn."

Ohh yeah! I remember Kate and Aidan talking about that Harn dude! I tore the paper off the door, and kicked the door open. It was dark, and the food was still in place. But, the chairs were broken and spewed everywhere. The tables were overturned.

"A little light, Tumble?"

Tumble opened her mouth and it was filled with flame, just enough to light a small space.

"Triton, go see if anyone's here," I said to him.

Triton bounded ahead, peeking behind corners and sniffing. After searching the whole building, he came back to me.

“Are we good, buddy?” I asked.

Triton huffed and nodded. I stepped forward, and grabbed some meat off the shelves. ''Sorry about this, Margatha, I’ll pay you back later. ''I tossed some mutton to Triton, and then pork to Tumble. She LOVES pork. They gobbled it down easily. Then I went into the medicine section, and grabbed some extra stuff to bring back to camp.

Then I grabbed some sweet bread. (Which is just bread baked with sugar as an extra ingredient). Then I mounted Tumble, and we rode back to camp. I put Tumble and Triton in my cabin. Then I sat down on a bench and ate one slice of sweet bread. I looked through the pictures on my camera. Most of them were for Guardian reasons, but some were of Tumble. And then I got to the ones of my family.

One of them was Grima’s little Smokebreath, Haze. I could remember him as a little baby. We rescued him from a Changewing. And then it was of Grima. So many pictures of Grima. Her in a dress, her at school, her at Snoggletog, ones where she stole my camera to take selfies, and her in her beloved necklace.

One picture stopped me dead. It was a picture of a document. It had my name on it. ''Vix-Edgar Stein Vee son of Edgar Vixen Vee. ''This is sad but, I was never allowed to know my dad’s name. Especially after he died. I never knew why. And then I read the rest of the document.

“On the day of September 16th,” My birthday! I read on, “''Edgar Vixen Vee will disown Vix-Edgar Stein Vee, because of his inability to protect the Vee name. He is a dishonorary fool, and will not get the inheritance of Bulhoden Edgar Vee, father of Edgar Vee. On Grima’s coming of age day, she will learn Edgar Vee’s name and get the inheritance. ''

Signed, 

Oystein Lunden, son of Ojbein”

And below it was my father and mother’s signature. So my father hated me. I am a weakling. He did think I was weak. I always thought my father loved me, but now... I put a happy expression on my face. I tried to forget this. I buried the pains of rejection deep inside me. I would not let my pointless feelings leading to another torture. I cannot let it happen again.

I quickly skipped ahead to the next picture, so no one would notice. I don’t need pity. Or sympathy either, I’m not worthy. Then I went into each of the others’ cabins and left a piece of sweet bread, with a note saying “Thought you might enjoy this, ~Vix-Edgar”

Then I went back into my cabin. It made me feel a little bit better to be nice to others. I don’t want anything in return. All though deep down, I know I do. I laid back down in my bed. There was so much going through my head. (Lol that rhymed) I went to sleep, hoping it would help clear my mind but, I was wrong.

''The clubhouse, on fire, everything, on fire. The other Guardians fighting for their lives to defend our camp. And then death. First, it was Isla. A long sword plunged through her heart. And then Aud, screaming and crying going over to grieve Isla. As she sits on the ground, crying, another sword piercing. And then everyone is dead, except for me. I looked around, and there was Mr. Baardson. He handed me a long curved blade. “Do the deed.” He told me. I turned my head, and stumbling through the rubble, there was Rita.''