Draven's Story: Memory 1
Draven's first memory! I think this will round up the three characters I decide to focus on ^^
The first seashell his mother bought for him was a dance of blue and gold. A small thing. Precious. But, after the raven knocked it off his dresser in a small bout of rage, it shattered across the floor. Pieces spilled under his bed and infested his closet. And they remained there until he saw the real thing.
The sea. It could swallow the horizon if it wanted to. Or, if it so chose, swallow everyone on the shore of Lycth Beach. The kids building sandcastles with little buckets and toy shovels, the people jumping over crashing waves, and those lying on floral towels watching over a son or nephew. The beach was packed so thick.
Draven inhaled.
His feathers twinkled against the stars, which lit the sky, as he tugged on his father's sleeve.
"Be patient," a stern voice responded.
So he flicked his vision back towards the sea. Soon enough a fleet of large war ships would appear in the distance. When they slowly sailed closer and closer toward the shore, the citizens of Alden would gaze out upon those who served. Those who delivered freedom.
Draven was so excited.
So excited that he couldn't stop looking around the shoreline to watch other people watch the sea. They must be excited too, he thought. In fact, the raven took it upon himself to make sure other people were paying attention like he was. Any sort of inattentiveness would be disrespectful. Draven wouldn't be able to get to everyone but, maybe he could convince a few to stop fooling around.
So, with a puff of his chest and flare of his feathers, the raven set off on his patriotic journey. There were plenty of people playing in the sand and having fun. This behavior was excusable by Draven's standards. However, if someone was doing even less than that, like the girl Draven spotted a few yards away from him, then there would be a problem.
He made his way towards her, hands on his torso in typical superhero fashion. He pushed through people when necessary to get to the girl who sat on a towel and read. Reading. I mean, come on now. There is nothing going on that should make you this bored. As he got closer to the girl, Draven noticed that she had striking gold eyes. The kind you could easily get enchanted by. Maybe he was enchanted by them. She also had these
ears that flicked ever which way. Draven thought ?????????????????????
anything about it. ?????????????????????????????????????????
black fur and ????????????????????????????patchworked??????????????
tail ??????????????cut??????????????????????????????? ??????????????????
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????????????????????????? ???????bossy??????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????indignant???????his advances??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????read????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????stared at him????????????
Draven did not know why he was attracted to her. In all honesty, he could hardly remember anything she had said. But as he walked back to his father those few yards down the beach, he started to care less and less about the pretty ships starting to roll in across the sea. Instead, those eyes of hers were burned into his memory. And even though today he would not be able to recall any detail of what she looked like, he would become deeply uncomfortable any time she slipped herself into his memory.