As good as I could make it. Ta-da, I slip in just before the deadline!
BETRAYAL
Wintry Elf
Screams.
The screams of the dying.
Raelyn started, a bead of cold sweat tracing a path down his temple as a choked sob escaped his lips. The haze of sleep blurred his vision as he panted loudly, his raw throat aching in complaint. The first thing that met his gaze was the empty bed opposite his.
“Be good, Rae.”
He swung his feet out of bed. An acrid scent reached his nose as he rose to his feet, which he dismissed.
"Don't touch this, Rae. It’s only for men.”
His fingers twitched as he remembered the feel of the cool metal box on his skin. It was the feel of the forbidden fruit, that which only the men could possess. He was a man now, wasn't he.
“I’ll show you how it works.”
Warmth. Heat. The flames erupting from the pile of wood. The crisp snaps and crackles as it settled into a merry blaze.
The desire for manhood itself. The desire to create such art from tinder and sticks.
“Want to learn how to use it? I can teach you,” said the father, gathering his things together in a bag.
“Yes, Father!” A delighted grin. Rambunctious pitter-patters on the floor as a smaller bag was snatched from beneath a child’s bed.
“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
“I promise.”
Why did you go?
Why would you go to that woman? Before Mother left, she hated her. I did*’t know why.
But you weren’t supposed to see her.
You were being bad, weren’t you. Well, here’s a secret. I was bad too.
A smile crept to the boy’s lips as his ploy came into sharp focus in his mind.
Night. The house. A cancelled trip.
Her rumpled skirts in his lap as his laugh rumbled through the silence.
13-Jun-2011 12:32:39
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WintryElf
