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Chapter 19:- Chapter 3 (Part 5)
Amongst the fog that completely blurred his vision, there appeared before him a soaring structure, a mountain.
The young boy stared up in awe and mystery, his eyes unflinching.
Taking a step forward he slowly began to approach the lofty object, his feet carrying him ever closer.
“Seth,” a dim distant voice seemed to call out to him.
He didn’t hesitate, his feet continually walking forward, nearing him closer and closer.
“Seth,” the voice came again, this time louder.
But again, he didn’t stop nor even contemplate the sound, he merely kept walking, now ever so close to reaching the edge of the rocky nature made pathway leading up the mountain.
“Seth,” the voice cried in the now not so distance.
The fog slowly seemed to fade away along with the vision of the large peak.
He walked faster, trying to make it to the pathway before…
“Seth!” his mother’s voice cried out from downstairs, “Time for dinner.”
Seth jolted his eyes open for a second, quickly lowering them soon after. It had only been a dream. He sighed.
Sitting up, he groggily stood.
“Seth…” his mother’s voice called out once again.
“I’m coming,” he called back.
Walking out of his room and stepping down the wooden stairs, he met eyes with his mother who stood serving the food on the table, and his father who already was sat waiting.
“Long day?” his father asked.
“Yea,” he nodded, “I need a little nap.”
“In time you’ll get used to it,” his father smirked.
“Yea, that’s what I fear,” Seth chuckled.
“Forgot to ask yesterday, but how’s Zack doing these days?” he asked.
“More or less the same, he rarely changes,” he replied.
“Alright, enough chit chat, here we go,” his mother interrupted them, placing food on the table.
“Thanks,” Seth replied.
Saying a short word of prayer, they began to eat, all three sat at the wooden hand carved table within their small home.
“Delicious as always,” his father remarked looking over at his mother.
“That’s because I cooked it the same way as always,” she replied with a smile.
As his parents talked amongst themselves for a bit, Seth’s mind slowly remembered his dream. Suddenly he had a question inside him.
What did his parents think about the mountain?
The idea of asking them about it terrified him, for fear of what their answers might just be.
Although their opinions more than any other’s probably mattered, it was this fact that frightened him.
What if they disapproved? What if because of asking them, they began to suspect his idea and stop him?
He quickly shook his head, determining himself to keep his notion away from his parents.
But there was still the matter of traveling.
“Um, mother, father,” he said interupting.
“Yes honey?” his mother asked.
“I’ve decided that I want to take a trip, on my own, out into the country, to find myself,” he announced.
His mother gaped, “But honey…”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that son? You’re still pretty young to be doing such a thing,” his father replied.
“Yes, I realize that, but I’m almost thirteen, and I really feel that I need to do this,” he replied, despising the fact he felt the need to lie to his own parents.
“But honey…” his mother continued protest.
“Alright, as long as you feel you need to, then I support your decision,” his father smiled.
“But honey!” his mother exclaimed now turning her attention to her husband.
“Now now, our boy is growing, we have to give him room,” his father remarked.
“But that’s why he HAS a room, so that he can have room!” she replied, “There are wild animals out there! He’s not even thirteen yet and you’re allowing him to face the elements alone!”
“Honest mom, I’ll be fine,” he replied.
“I’m sure you will be,” she smiled and then turned back at her husband, “I don’t want a dead son! I want the living one sitting there!”
“Sweetie, now you’re just dramatizing,” Seth’s father sighed.
“Was little Jimmy dramatizing when they found him dead in the hills!? Huh? Was he?!” she exclaimed.
“Oh come on! That happened over a hundred and fifty years ago!” his father remarked sarcastically.
Eating the last bits of his dinner he stood up, pushing the chair back.
“I’m going to head back to my room for the night,” he replied, his parents still in hot debate.
“Alright honey, goodnight,” she smiled sweetly, before turning back her hot flushed and frustrated face at her husband.
Seth walked away, worried that his plans might have been spoiled for tomorrow. He wouldn’t really know till the next day came, and so he set aside any more thoughts as he walked up the stairs and headed towards his room.
Closing the door beside him, he sighed, walked over to his bed, and laid back on it.
The food had made him tired again. All food for that matter seemed to have that effect on him.
Perhaps he could fall asleep again?
With that thought in mind, he slowly closed his eyes, the fog slowly rolling back around him.
Amongst the fog that completely blurred his vision, there appeared before him a soaring structure, a mountain.
The young boy stared up in awe and mystery, his eyes unflinching.
Taking a step forward he slowly began to approach the lofty object, his feet carrying him ever closer.
“Seth,” a dim distant voice seemed to call out to him.
He didn’t hesitate, his feet continually walking forward, nearing him closer and closer.
“Seth,” the voice came again, this time louder.
But again, he didn’t stop nor even contemplate the sound, he merely kept walking, now ever so close to reaching the edge of the rocky nature made pathway leading up the mountain.
“Seth,” the voice cried in the now not so distance.
The fog slowly seemed to fade away along with the vision of the large peak.
He walked faster, trying to make it to the pathway before…
“Seth!” his mother’s voice cried out from downstairs, “Time for dinner.”
Seth jolted his eyes open for a second, quickly lowering them soon after. It had only been a dream. He sighed.
Sitting up, he groggily stood.
“Seth…” his mother’s voice called out once again.
“I’m coming,” he called back.
Walking out of his room and stepping down the wooden stairs, he met eyes with his mother who stood serving the food on the table, and his father who already was sat waiting.
“Long day?” his father asked.
“Yea,” he nodded, “I need a little nap.”
“In time you’ll get used to it,” his father smirked.
“Yea, that’s what I fear,” Seth chuckled.
“Forgot to ask yesterday, but how’s Zack doing these days?” he asked.
“More or less the same, he rarely changes,” he replied.
“Alright, enough chit chat, here we go,” his mother interrupted them, placing food on the table.
“Thanks,” Seth replied.
Saying a short word of prayer, they began to eat, all three sat at the wooden hand carved table within their small home.
“Delicious as always,” his father remarked looking over at his mother.
“That’s because I cooked it the same way as always,” she replied with a smile.
As his parents talked amongst themselves for a bit, Seth’s mind slowly remembered his dream. Suddenly he had a question inside him.
What did his parents think about the mountain?
The idea of asking them about it terrified him, for fear of what their answers might just be.
Although their opinions more than any other’s probably mattered, it was this fact that frightened him.
What if they disapproved? What if because of asking them, they began to suspect his idea and stop him?
He quickly shook his head, determining himself to keep his notion away from his parents.
But there was still the matter of traveling.
“Um, mother, father,” he said interupting.
“Yes honey?” his mother asked.
“I’ve decided that I want to take a trip, on my own, out into the country, to find myself,” he announced.
His mother gaped, “But honey…”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that son? You’re still pretty young to be doing such a thing,” his father replied.
“Yes, I realize that, but I’m almost thirteen, and I really feel that I need to do this,” he replied, despising the fact he felt the need to lie to his own parents.
“But honey…” his mother continued protest.
“Alright, as long as you feel you need to, then I support your decision,” his father smiled.
“But honey!” his mother exclaimed now turning her attention to her husband.
“Now now, our boy is growing, we have to give him room,” his father remarked.
“But that’s why he HAS a room, so that he can have room!” she replied, “There are wild animals out there! He’s not even thirteen yet and you’re allowing him to face the elements alone!”
“Honest mom, I’ll be fine,” he replied.
“I’m sure you will be,” she smiled and then turned back at her husband, “I don’t want a dead son! I want the living one sitting there!”
“Sweetie, now you’re just dramatizing,” Seth’s father sighed.
“Was little Jimmy dramatizing when they found him dead in the hills!? Huh? Was he?!” she exclaimed.
“Oh come on! That happened over a hundred and fifty years ago!” his father remarked sarcastically.
Eating the last bits of his dinner he stood up, pushing the chair back.
“I’m going to head back to my room for the night,” he replied, his parents still in hot debate.
“Alright honey, goodnight,” she smiled sweetly, before turning back her hot flushed and frustrated face at her husband.
Seth walked away, worried that his plans might have been spoiled for tomorrow. He wouldn’t really know till the next day came, and so he set aside any more thoughts as he walked up the stairs and headed towards his room.
Closing the door beside him, he sighed, walked over to his bed, and laid back on it.
The food had made him tired again. All food for that matter seemed to have that effect on him.
Perhaps he could fall asleep again?
With that thought in mind, he slowly closed his eyes, the fog slowly rolling back around him.
