By Sparky Braginski
‘Wait up!’ Caleb called. Fenrir turned around and looked blankly at Caleb and replied,
‘You are no longer our prince, Caleb. We will not do anything to help you in your trial for redemption.’ And at that Fenrir turned and kept going. The rest of the pack followed, but they were merely coming to prevent Caleb from escaping. At the rate the pack was moving he had to sprint to keep up. He caught up with Fenrir and begged.
‘Please, I did nothing wrong Fenrir.’ Fenrir scowled at him, ‘And anyway you’re simply punishing me out of spite.’ The second Caleb finished that sentence he wished he could’ve kept his big mouth shut. He doubted he was ever going to see the light of day again.
‘Don’t worry boy. There’s no backing out now.’ Caleb looked ahead and his mouth gaped open.
Through the tree line an amazing place resided. Like a huge crater in the ground lush green grass, a crystal clear pool of water and a waterfall. In the middle of the clearing there was a girl. Caleb saw the girl and realised what his punishment was.
‘No, no! No-no-no-no-noooo!’ Caleb cried.
‘Yes, yes, yes, my boy.’ Fenrir taunted, ‘Kill the girl and you’re off the hook.’
Caleb opened his mouth, tried to think of a comeback and sighed. Caleb’s entire body sagged.
Caleb watched as against his will the entire group surrounded the girl so that she couldn’t escape. He held his head high a walked out to the centre of the group till he was almost on top of her. He looked around and saw Fenrir egging him on. Caleb looked once again at the girl and got a brilliant idea.
The girl looked up at Caleb knowing what came next. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes she could’ve sworn that he winked at her. Caleb reared up for the strike and instead of killing the girl; he used the girls’ chest as a spring and sprinted over the pack and into the water. One of Caleb’s many talents was the ability to swim. Unfortunately the current was to strong Caleb got pulled down and suddenly he was falling, falling, falling…
Tristan kicked a rock as he walked around the corner into an alley. His hands were in his pockets and his eyes were down. He glanced up and saw the body.
‘Huh? Hey! Guy! Get up!’ The body didn’t move. Tristan got closer. The person was alive because they were breathing, but his eyes were closed. Tristan looked around. There was no one there but him. He bent over and checked the boy for any injuries. The boy had a nasty scar on his left shoulder but didn’t seem to have any broken bones or open wounds. Tristan had an idea.
Tristan retraced his steps back to where he had found the boy. He turned a corner and to his relief the boy was still there. Tristan emptied the bucket of water onto the boy’s head. The body shook.
‘Augh. What, who w-?’ The boy woke and looked around, dazed and confused.
‘Hey man, what’s your name?’ Tristan asked.
‘What on? Uh Caleb. I think.’
‘You think? Are you telling me that you don’t know your own name?’ Tristan teased.
‘I don’t know! Who are you?’ Caleb asked accusingly.
‘Tristan. Why are you here?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘What do you mean you don’t know?’
‘I what I mean by “I don’t know” is that I DON’T KNOW TRISTAN. That makes perfect sense to me.’
‘Caleb, what I meant is why don’t you know?’
‘Find a new catchphrase Caleb. That one is beginning to bother me.’
‘Fine then. I can’t remember.’
‘This conversation is going nowhere.’
‘I’ll second that.’ Caleb chuckled.
‘You had better NOT be pulling my leg.’ Tristan rolled his eyes.
‘Okay Caleb, it’s time you came with me.’
Tristan took Caleb to the nearby homeless shelter. During the walk Caleb had a good look at Tristan. Tristan had bright red hair and emerald green eyes. His eyes were set close together giving him a sly face. His nose had a dusting of freckles and his mouth was set in a permanent smirk. Caleb was reminded strongly of something but he couldn’t remember what. Tristan was fairly tall and average in size, but just a little bit thin. He was slightly tanned. Caleb thought that Tristan looked about sixteen years old.
Tristan also got a good look at Caleb. Caleb had high cheekbones, which accented that fact that he was virtually malnourished. He had unkempt, shaggy, grey hair. Tristan would have to get Caleb to a hairdresser. Caleb had pale skin and pale blue eyes. Tristan guessed he was fifteen or sixteen.
‘Hi Tristan! Who’ve you got there?’
‘Hiya Caleb, how are you?’ Joey greeted Caleb enthusiastically.
‘Hi Joey, I’m good. Tristan, do you think we could get some food? Caleb could hear his stomach eating itself.
‘Yup. How about this, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping and Joey can get some food for all of us.’ Tristan motioned for Joey to go get food. Joey nodded and jogged into another room. Tristan showed Caleb around. Tristan told him that they would be sleeping in the same room together with Joey. They had just gotten to the room when Joey arrived. They sat and ate together. Tristan and Joey tried to make Caleb remember something of his past and failed. That night they were lying in their beds and right as Caleb drifted off to sleep he remembered something. Unfortunately for Caleb that thought sailed away while he was asleep.
Caleb and Tristan were walking together. Caleb had been at the homeless shelter for a couple weeks. Tristan had said that he wanted to tell Caleb something privately.
‘I think we’ve gone far enough Tristan.’ Caleb said looking back the way they had come. When Caleb looked back at Tristan he saw something glinting in Tristan’s hand.
‘What have you got there?’ Caleb asked.
‘It’s, it’s a whistle. Look Caleb I need to tell you something.’ Tristan took a deep breath in, ‘Okay, Caleb I think I know who you are.’
‘What? How is that possible? I don’t even know who I am.’
‘Caleb, I think I’ve met you before and I didn’t recognise you because- well, you’ve changed a lot.’ Tristan looked up suddenly. He squinted as if he was trying to look at something in the distance. Caleb looked over his shoulder but couldn’t see anything. But he could smell something. Blood. Tristan flicked his gaze back at Caleb. He shoved the whistle into Caleb’s hands.
‘If you ever need me use this. I have to go.’ Tristan turned and before Caleb could stop him, he had disappeared. The last thing Caleb had seen was a tear falling from Tristan’s eye. Caleb looked around tentatively. He could hear a brawl. Caleb turned to run but the brawl exploded into the clearing he was standing in. The smells and sounds were overwhelming him. He felt his knees buckling, but before he could faint a knife was jammed into his left shoulder.
There it is... Should I keep working on it?