Chapter Four
1097 Words
Jade
I have never been out this far. Initially, I was so cool with leaving I never considered the risk. But now, all I felt was fear. And the fact that I was being followed? Worse.
I still haven't turned. It was definitely a human behind me. What if he or she was evil? I was scared that once I run, the whole trouble begins.
I tried to quicken my pace to check if the person would too, but he didn't. The more I walked, the more intense my fear became. I made up my mind to count to three.
One…
Two…
Three…
I turned as fast as sufficient to quickly get running if I confirmed my fear.
And well, I saw an old farmer.
Relief washed over me like a winter breeze.
“Hey Sir. How do you do?”
The man looked so frail I almost thought he would fall and die at any moment.
He didn't respond. I wondered how he was able to do such a thing at the farm. He looked so weak. I watched him pass me by.
Oh well… At least I had company.
I walked behind him.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of something heavy moving behind me. I turned.
Oh wow! A ferry.
I flagged it down. It stopped.
“Uhm…I'm heading to the city” I wasn't sure how much I had and if it would be enough.
“You're in luck. Hop in” he was old but not as old as the farmer who was now standing far off.
I proceeded to climb on. There was no other passenger except me.
The ferry got moving. When we were approaching the old man, he flagged us down too. The ferry stopped for him.
I watched him. He struggled to get on. I was almost ready to offer help when he finally made it in. I wondered if he was heading to the same place as I was.
Obviously not. He was a farmer. His home should be close by. I've never been to the city, but I knew it was a really far distance.
I watched him walk weakly to the seat beside me on the other side of the ferry. I studied with him. He seemed like he had had his fair share of life.
Did he even have money?
Jade, forget about him.
My problems, as much as I try to deny it, were huge.
I haven't been to the city before, hence, I didn't know what to expect. Where will I live? How would I eat? How would I live amongst humans? Would my form be discovered? And if I was, would they really skin me or use me for sports? How would I save myself or let anyone save me since I told no one about my movement?
The more I analyzed the probable consequences of my actions, the scarier it became.
I had barely anything. Although I had taken a few pieces of jewelry, my Father got me for my birthdays. I hoped I would trade them for something valuable.
I thought about my dad. He's definitely going to be hysterical when he finds out. I almost felt pity for him. Losing my brother was too much for him, so I heard.
Mum had told me that he wasn't always this aggressive.
And in all actual honesty, my dad was actually cool when you're not talking about humans. Everything related to the humans did nothing but infuriate him. I know he actually cared. Maybe too much. It was more painful knowing that he had lost my brother on his watch.
I barely escaped.
No parent would be cheerful after losing a child.
But either way, he must know that I was old enough to make my own decisions and he didn't have the right anymore to question it.
I wondered if the gods would make it possible for me to meet with my brother.
Thinking about my brother rekindled the urge to move to the city. Meeting with him is going to be the best thing that has happened to me.
I just had this inkling that he would be that which my life lacked, a real sibling. A best friend.
I thought about my sister. I would actually miss her. No matter how annoying siblings get, you'll definitely miss them when you're away from them.
Mom would be devastated. She didn't really have a say of her own. Left with her, I know there was a chance for me to leave the city without having to sneak out. She knew how much I loved painting.
But to be honest with myself, I wasn't only leaving because of my dreams. I was leaving because I felt I wasn't made for the pack.
I didn't want to live confined. And how exactly do we claim to be powerful when all we did was hide from those who caused us so much suffering? It just didn't seem nice to me. Why hide when we can fight back?
My dad had always emphasized on how developed they were. They had no combat training but were skilled in their use of their weapons. They had very powerful ones, so I was told.
I remembered telling my dad to send some of us over there in disguise so we can master how to make their weapons and use it against them instead. But he wouldn't listen to me.
I wouldn't be exactly wrong if I say my dad was afraid. But of course, I would never make the mistake of telling him that.
While I was still in my thoughts, the driver suddenly stopped.
I didn't understand why.
We've driven for so long already but I still knew we weren't close or there yet.
The environment was deserted and enclosed. Just looking around made my skin crawl. I couldn't imagine someone even being alone here. There could be evil lurking around at all corners.
I waited for him to resume driving. When that didn't happen, I had to ask.
“Any problem Sir?”
“This is my stop”
I didn't hear that right.
“What do you mean this is your stop?”
“I can't go further”
I was horrified. But I managed to keep my voice steady.
“Why not?”
“You'll have to continue on foot.”
“But why!?” I almost cried.
He paused briefly and then he said the most terrifying thing.
“Because of the quick sand”
“Quick what...?”
No f*****g way!
- Writer
