Frumas: First Bud
“Your always causing these problems.” Mum had her elbows on the table, head between her hands yelling at me.
I was now explaining what happened a second time. I had already told my father before mum woke up.
“How was I supposed to know some rocks would make his hair grow a couple meters? He just asked if he could take them and I handed them over.” Trying to quell the situation wasn’t easy. This is what I tried to avoid.
“Exactly, dear. She didn’t do any of this on purpose.” Father said in a calming voice.
Mum jumped out of the chair and started walking around, throwing her arms. “Its not just this. She’s always sneaking around using magic and is well past the age to be named, yet hasn’t been able to be granted one. I’m the laughing stock of the tribe.”
I could just hang my head in shame. Back then parents didn’t name their children. The leaders would after you proved yourself and they deemed you worthy.
I glanced over and father looked distraught as well. Mum had sat back down.
“Can’t you just cut the hair mommy?” My little brother thankfully broke the tension.
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I had grabbed my satchel and headed out. Staying there would accomplish nothing but fester fury. This happened daily, someone was always angry with me and I was ostracized by nearly the entire tribe. I felt complete bitter anger.
I arrived back at the tree stump from yesterday. It was a cool, brisk night, which brought a little comfort to my soul. The animals chirped and howled. I wasn’t here to appreciate the scenery however.
I strolled over to the nearby pond and willed a sphere of water out. It swirled together with the odd drip falling away. I tossed the mushrooms in, however they just floated around. The red areas didn’t wash away. I threw the sphere back in the pond. Everything is such hard work.
I cut away the fungi, piled up the red jewels and grabbed another heap of water. This time the red jewels broke down into the liquid. I carried it over to the stump and threw clumps of water, making sure to target the roots.
After it was all over I sat for awhile contemplating everything, staring up at the night sky. The planets sparkled and the stars twinkled in the sky. The animals ran free through the brush. I dozed off to the sounds of nature.
I awoke to a crunching noise. A pack of maumares were eating the grass. I shooed them away. When I turned around I saw a small tree cast in the purple glow of daybreak. It was where the tree stump used to be. No, this is the same tree. My theory was right. This just might be my path to freedom.