Crimsonfred
September 5th, 2007, 10:12 PM
ok here it is, i don't know if its very good, but yeah....
Never Stop Believing
The warm summer breeze ruffles Canji’s hair as he crouched low in the tall grasses of the planes. He raised his bow, pulling feebly at the drawstring. Arm quivering he took aim…and gasped. It felt as if someone had gripped his throat and was squeezing all the air out of him. He dropped his bow and began coughing vigorously. Like the beat of a drum, the hacking coughs pierced the silence.
The hare he had been hunting turned tail and ran back into the forest, leaving Canji wheezing uncontrollably in the grass.
He banged his fist angrily against the ground, glaring furiously at the spot where the hare had vanished. This had been the fifth time a fit had lost him his prey. Having been born with weak lungs, Canji was told many times by the clan mage he would never be able to hunt. “Your coughing would scare them away.” she would always say. His job was to sit in his hut during the day, sewing patches on old clothes with the women, while the men went to hunt/ The boys in his clan took much pleasure in reminding him of this. “You’ll never be any good,” the laughed in his face, “You are a disgrace to our clan guardian.”
“Maybe their right.” he thought glumly, “The only thing I’ll ever be good at is sewing clothes.”
His face grew beat red and tears began to trickle down his face, landing in small sad puddles at his feet. His shoulders sagged, and his head drooped. “I’ll never be a hunter he thought.” the tears started to flow faster now, dripping down his nose and onto his jerkin.
The soft padding of feet and the hot breath against his neck made the tears stop long enough to see who is was that stood over him. He gasped in astonishment.
Her pelt was whiter than snow and softer than swan’s. The light fell on her, making her pelt sparkle and glimmer. Her kind amber eyes gazed down at Canji in a loving way.
He stared up at his clan guardian in awe. “Why would she come to me?” he thought, “I can’t hunt or fish or anything.”
As if the wolf had read his thoughts, she nudged his shoulder with her muzzle, brushing it against his bow that still lay on the ground. He looked back at her helplessly, “I…I can’t, I’m…not good enough.”
The wolf grunted, nudging him again, this time away from his bow. When Canji turned to look at what she wanted him to see, his mouth fell open. Standing not ten feet away, grazing on the grass, was a full grown buck.
As if someone was controlling his brain, Canji picked up his bow and knocked an arrow. Behind him, the she-wolf wagged her tail happily and placed her paw on his shoulder.
A strange sensation swept over Canji, as if someone had relieved him of some heavy burden. He inhaled deeply, finding he no longer felt the knife stabbing pain in his chest. The sweetness of the flower scented air filled his lungs, making him as if he could do anything.
Smiling broadly, he pulled back on the drawstring with amazing ease. He closed one eye and took aim at the buck, and let the arrow fly, its feathers brushing his cheek as it shot passed.
The arrow hit the buck in the heart, it gave a faint cry before stumbling to the ground, lying motionless.
What seemed like years passed in that one moment as Canji watched in amazement as his arrow whizzed through the air, and as the buck staggered and fell to the ground. Tears began to swell up in his eyes and stream down his face. A small laugh escaped his lips. After all those years of being told he would never be the one thing he wanted most, had been wiped from his mind. Here he was, standing over a buck he had killed giggling like a little girl being given a doll. He had killed it, no one else.
A cold wet nose press against his hand. He looked down to see the she-wolf smiling back up at him. He lay a hand on her soft white head, “Thank you Guardian,” he said, tears dripping off his nose and onto her fur, “you proved them wrong.”
The she-wolf growled with pleasure, licking his hand before disappearing into the shadows of the forest.
742 words in all!
hope you like it! please tell me what you think!
Never Stop Believing
The warm summer breeze ruffles Canji’s hair as he crouched low in the tall grasses of the planes. He raised his bow, pulling feebly at the drawstring. Arm quivering he took aim…and gasped. It felt as if someone had gripped his throat and was squeezing all the air out of him. He dropped his bow and began coughing vigorously. Like the beat of a drum, the hacking coughs pierced the silence.
The hare he had been hunting turned tail and ran back into the forest, leaving Canji wheezing uncontrollably in the grass.
He banged his fist angrily against the ground, glaring furiously at the spot where the hare had vanished. This had been the fifth time a fit had lost him his prey. Having been born with weak lungs, Canji was told many times by the clan mage he would never be able to hunt. “Your coughing would scare them away.” she would always say. His job was to sit in his hut during the day, sewing patches on old clothes with the women, while the men went to hunt/ The boys in his clan took much pleasure in reminding him of this. “You’ll never be any good,” the laughed in his face, “You are a disgrace to our clan guardian.”
“Maybe their right.” he thought glumly, “The only thing I’ll ever be good at is sewing clothes.”
His face grew beat red and tears began to trickle down his face, landing in small sad puddles at his feet. His shoulders sagged, and his head drooped. “I’ll never be a hunter he thought.” the tears started to flow faster now, dripping down his nose and onto his jerkin.
The soft padding of feet and the hot breath against his neck made the tears stop long enough to see who is was that stood over him. He gasped in astonishment.
Her pelt was whiter than snow and softer than swan’s. The light fell on her, making her pelt sparkle and glimmer. Her kind amber eyes gazed down at Canji in a loving way.
He stared up at his clan guardian in awe. “Why would she come to me?” he thought, “I can’t hunt or fish or anything.”
As if the wolf had read his thoughts, she nudged his shoulder with her muzzle, brushing it against his bow that still lay on the ground. He looked back at her helplessly, “I…I can’t, I’m…not good enough.”
The wolf grunted, nudging him again, this time away from his bow. When Canji turned to look at what she wanted him to see, his mouth fell open. Standing not ten feet away, grazing on the grass, was a full grown buck.
As if someone was controlling his brain, Canji picked up his bow and knocked an arrow. Behind him, the she-wolf wagged her tail happily and placed her paw on his shoulder.
A strange sensation swept over Canji, as if someone had relieved him of some heavy burden. He inhaled deeply, finding he no longer felt the knife stabbing pain in his chest. The sweetness of the flower scented air filled his lungs, making him as if he could do anything.
Smiling broadly, he pulled back on the drawstring with amazing ease. He closed one eye and took aim at the buck, and let the arrow fly, its feathers brushing his cheek as it shot passed.
The arrow hit the buck in the heart, it gave a faint cry before stumbling to the ground, lying motionless.
What seemed like years passed in that one moment as Canji watched in amazement as his arrow whizzed through the air, and as the buck staggered and fell to the ground. Tears began to swell up in his eyes and stream down his face. A small laugh escaped his lips. After all those years of being told he would never be the one thing he wanted most, had been wiped from his mind. Here he was, standing over a buck he had killed giggling like a little girl being given a doll. He had killed it, no one else.
A cold wet nose press against his hand. He looked down to see the she-wolf smiling back up at him. He lay a hand on her soft white head, “Thank you Guardian,” he said, tears dripping off his nose and onto her fur, “you proved them wrong.”
The she-wolf growled with pleasure, licking his hand before disappearing into the shadows of the forest.
742 words in all!
hope you like it! please tell me what you think!