Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180617024644/@comment-35702393-20180619003234

Rain.

Red hated the rain.

It made her feel helpless, alone and yet, she felt calm and sane. It was rare for her to be like this on a daily basis which is also why she liked the rain. It helped her think. It was around the year 2018 when the island she was living in decided to move some people out. It was a small island, no tourists spots,landmarks, no fun at all. And other people started moving out to more modernized countries.

But not Red. She liked it there.

She felt.... free.

Nobody understood her. She always had a problem with keepjng her temper in place. But she just couldnt help it. Somewhere inside her, she knows shes somehow a psychopath. But... she didnt know why.

She was 14 years old, but everyone thought she was 18. She was quite tall for her age, elder people say she got that from ger ancestors. Hmm... her ancestors. She wanted to lnow more about her ancestors.

She ran towards the village square lookibg for ONE particular hut. And she saw it. She ran inside,not caring how she wpuld make the carpets wet due to how drenched she was, and saw the old and familiar face of their town elder. She smiled, "Grandpa Throk!" Throk wasnt really her grandfather. But she called him that because he was close to her grandmum.

"How are you Meadow?" He asked, his voice rasoy and yet strong.

"Im 14 now! Why wont you let me travel the world?" She paused and stated after "And dont call me Meadow."she muttered.

"Are you sure you can handle it Meadow? When I was young, i used to fight off dragons, but soon I learned to respect them, I was rejected by a beautiful woman because she had a twin, I met six of the bravest dragon ride-"

"Dragons dragons dragons. You and your makebelieve stories again Grandpa Throk. You're getting old. Are you sjre this isnt some of your fantasies?" Red asked, hands on her hips.

Throk only smiled, "We'll see meadow. We'l see." Mr throk smirked before resting back at his chair.

Red rolled her eyes, she didnt listen to anyone. She didnt want to listen to anyone.

"Tonight I flee from here." She says to herself, planning to steal a boat from the harbours. Her journey is about to begin.