The Journey, Chapt 14 = previous Chapter
Chapter 15, Forgotten
In some distant place beyond the desert plains a large single purple scale shimmered by the shores of a lake, a young child excited, her wild curly ginger blowing in her face as a soft wind crept around her tried to reach into the water to grab it. She couldn’t reach, her arms not quite long enough, leaning a little too far over the edge of the fishing vessel she fell in. With a loud squeal, as the cold water rushed around, her mother grabbed her the collar of her tunic and dragged her back into the boat.
“Tarasque, will you be careful, for crying out loud!” Her mother scolded her.
“Yes mother, sorry mother.” Came a soft reply, but she wasn’t really listening because she’d got what she wanted, somehow managing to grab the shiny shimmering purple scale with her toes as her mother dragged her back on board. “I got it!” She whispered. “It’s mine!”
Tarasque turned, flashing a big excited grin at her mother, and slowly showed her the large purple scale. Her mothers widened in surprise. “What is it Tara?” She asked gently, running her finger over it.
“I don’t know mother, but it’s so beautiful!” Tara turned it over in her fingers, scrutinising over the scale, she lifted it up high, the sun reflected off it creating a bright purple shimmering light that reached across the lake. Somewhere the vast distance there was a loud roar that was like a presence long gone, one forgotten and never spoken.
Tara looked at her mother in awe. “Did you hear that roar? What could that have been? Did it come from this scale?”
“So, so many questions Tara, you know I can’t possibly answer them. But come, help me, it’s time to go back.” Tara quickly put the scale inside her tunic and set about hauling the fishing nets in with her mother. Daylight was starting to fall quickly.
The next morning Tara woke up and watched the purple scale shimmer from her dressing table as the rays of sunlight peeped through her curtains making a purple reflection dance on her ceiling. She got dressed, and went into the kitchen area grabbing a piece of buttered bread. “I’m going to be late for school, mother, I’m leaving!” She said, talking with her mouth full. Tara’s mother kissed her forehead, fussed with her daughter’s hair before letting her run out of the door. Tara skipped down the street trying her best to avoid the puddles along the way. Many people smiled and waved at her, and she was happy to wave back in kind.
That is until she saw a group of her school mates hanging out next to the milk cart. There was no other way round so Tara had no choice but to walk straight forward and hope that she wouldn’t be noticed, unfortunately for her that was easier said than done, her wavy curly orange hair was like a beacon that attracted moths to a flame.
“Please don’t see me..” Tara crept forward, “Please don’t see me…” Tara was almost past them, when she heard the taunting screechy voice of the so-called popular girl Claira…
“Aww, the redhead’s trying to sneak past!” Claira ran forward grabbing Tara’s hair, yanking it so hard that she slipped falling into the mud. Tara slowly stood up, her face flushed with anger. Claira and the group of students laughing loudly. Tara shoved Claira hard in the shoulders. Claira stumbled backwards, then lost her balance falling into the mud herself. Tara imitated Claira’s laugh, as the rest of the student onlookers gasped. Somewhere in the middle of the students a boy shouted ‘Fight, fight, fight’ Before she knew it everyone was chanting, grouping around the two girls in a large circle.
“Shit!” Tara muttered to herself. Suddenly Claira jumped at her, they pulled at each other, trying to scratch each other's faces, grabbing and pulling each other's hair, pushing off away from each other. Heavy rain started to fall, white thunder cracked through the skies, white lightning flashing bright. Tara’s frustration was building up, “Leave me alone Claira!” She shouted, but her bully wouldn’t listen. Claira screamed and charged at Tara once again, Tara threw her arm forward, “ENOUGH!” A white-like shock wave came from Tara’s hand, sending Claira flying skidding through the mud until she slammed arm first into a wooden post; there was a deafening crack as Claira’s arm broke from the impact.
Everyone gasped in shock, and then slowly started to back away from Tara in fear. She didn’t know what to do, she could see Claira crying cradling her arm as people tried to help her to her feet, Tara panicked and ran away. She ran inside the town chapel slamming the door behind her, and running up the stairs to hide in a corner on the church balcony.
She hid and she cried, shaking. Suddenly a hand gently touched her shoulder, and she saw the town priest sitting next to her, his hand comforting on her shoulder.
“That thunder and lightning sure is something isn’t it, I hope it doesn’t blow my roof off!” The priest said, chuckling as he looked up at the thatched roof.
“I hurt Claira, I didn’t mean to, she wouldn’t… leave me alone. I heard her arm break Father Connely.”
“Tell me…” The priest said softly, “What happened?”
Tara looked up with tears running down her face, “I threw my arm out like this and shouted ‘ENOUGH!’ and…” Tara didn’t get to finish her sentence, as she was showing the priest what she’d done. A white-like shock wave came from her hand sending all the pews flying while blowing out the chapel windows with a crash. Scared Tara looked up at the priest who was also wide-eyed with surprise, looked down at Tara, and said “Let’s not do that again or I’ll definitely lose my roof!”
Chapter 15, Forgotten
In some distant place beyond the desert plains a large single purple scale shimmered by the shores of a lake, a young child excited, her wild curly ginger blowing in her face as a soft wind crept around her tried to reach into the water to grab it. She couldn’t reach, her arms not quite long enough, leaning a little too far over the edge of the fishing vessel she fell in. With a loud squeal, as the cold water rushed around, her mother grabbed her the collar of her tunic and dragged her back into the boat.
“Tarasque, will you be careful, for crying out loud!” Her mother scolded her.
“Yes mother, sorry mother.” Came a soft reply, but she wasn’t really listening because she’d got what she wanted, somehow managing to grab the shiny shimmering purple scale with her toes as her mother dragged her back on board. “I got it!” She whispered. “It’s mine!”
Tarasque turned, flashing a big excited grin at her mother, and slowly showed her the large purple scale. Her mothers widened in surprise. “What is it Tara?” She asked gently, running her finger over it.
“I don’t know mother, but it’s so beautiful!” Tara turned it over in her fingers, scrutinising over the scale, she lifted it up high, the sun reflected off it creating a bright purple shimmering light that reached across the lake. Somewhere the vast distance there was a loud roar that was like a presence long gone, one forgotten and never spoken.
Tara looked at her mother in awe. “Did you hear that roar? What could that have been? Did it come from this scale?”
“So, so many questions Tara, you know I can’t possibly answer them. But come, help me, it’s time to go back.” Tara quickly put the scale inside her tunic and set about hauling the fishing nets in with her mother. Daylight was starting to fall quickly.
The next morning Tara woke up and watched the purple scale shimmer from her dressing table as the rays of sunlight peeped through her curtains making a purple reflection dance on her ceiling. She got dressed, and went into the kitchen area grabbing a piece of buttered bread. “I’m going to be late for school, mother, I’m leaving!” She said, talking with her mouth full. Tara’s mother kissed her forehead, fussed with her daughter’s hair before letting her run out of the door. Tara skipped down the street trying her best to avoid the puddles along the way. Many people smiled and waved at her, and she was happy to wave back in kind.
That is until she saw a group of her school mates hanging out next to the milk cart. There was no other way round so Tara had no choice but to walk straight forward and hope that she wouldn’t be noticed, unfortunately for her that was easier said than done, her wavy curly orange hair was like a beacon that attracted moths to a flame.
“Please don’t see me..” Tara crept forward, “Please don’t see me…” Tara was almost past them, when she heard the taunting screechy voice of the so-called popular girl Claira…
“Aww, the redhead’s trying to sneak past!” Claira ran forward grabbing Tara’s hair, yanking it so hard that she slipped falling into the mud. Tara slowly stood up, her face flushed with anger. Claira and the group of students laughing loudly. Tara shoved Claira hard in the shoulders. Claira stumbled backwards, then lost her balance falling into the mud herself. Tara imitated Claira’s laugh, as the rest of the student onlookers gasped. Somewhere in the middle of the students a boy shouted ‘Fight, fight, fight’ Before she knew it everyone was chanting, grouping around the two girls in a large circle.
“Shit!” Tara muttered to herself. Suddenly Claira jumped at her, they pulled at each other, trying to scratch each other's faces, grabbing and pulling each other's hair, pushing off away from each other. Heavy rain started to fall, white thunder cracked through the skies, white lightning flashing bright. Tara’s frustration was building up, “Leave me alone Claira!” She shouted, but her bully wouldn’t listen. Claira screamed and charged at Tara once again, Tara threw her arm forward, “ENOUGH!” A white-like shock wave came from Tara’s hand, sending Claira flying skidding through the mud until she slammed arm first into a wooden post; there was a deafening crack as Claira’s arm broke from the impact.
Everyone gasped in shock, and then slowly started to back away from Tara in fear. She didn’t know what to do, she could see Claira crying cradling her arm as people tried to help her to her feet, Tara panicked and ran away. She ran inside the town chapel slamming the door behind her, and running up the stairs to hide in a corner on the church balcony.
She hid and she cried, shaking. Suddenly a hand gently touched her shoulder, and she saw the town priest sitting next to her, his hand comforting on her shoulder.
“That thunder and lightning sure is something isn’t it, I hope it doesn’t blow my roof off!” The priest said, chuckling as he looked up at the thatched roof.
“I hurt Claira, I didn’t mean to, she wouldn’t… leave me alone. I heard her arm break Father Connely.”
“Tell me…” The priest said softly, “What happened?”
Tara looked up with tears running down her face, “I threw my arm out like this and shouted ‘ENOUGH!’ and…” Tara didn’t get to finish her sentence, as she was showing the priest what she’d done. A white-like shock wave came from her hand sending all the pews flying while blowing out the chapel windows with a crash. Scared Tara looked up at the priest who was also wide-eyed with surprise, looked down at Tara, and said “Let’s not do that again or I’ll definitely lose my roof!”
