Post by czinvazion on Aug 25, 2021 22:32:31 GMT
The crackling of a camp fire filled the small room with warmth, sound, and light. Kort sat Infront of it eating with his family. It was the night before their trial began and the tribe would be throwing a celebration for the newly selected scouts. While some began some people began the celebration a bit early within the great hall the Glostad home was silent and the air was tense. The three sat at the fire eating their soup in silence, until Kort's father broke it.
"My son, your mother and I are very proud of you but this is madness, no, suicide, to go out and do this, so many have tried and never returned. I can't- we can't loose you, your mother believe she can talk to the elders and perhaps change their minds." His father exclaimed. The sound of fear and regret resonated within his voice, fear and regret of perhaps losing his only child did not settle with him.
"Father I'm sorry but it's far too late to discuss this. They need me, I've been preparing for this since I was a child, to quit now would not just be a disrespect to the tribe but a disrespect to myself and those before, successful or not." Kort said sternly, this was an argument he had been having with his parents since the elders chose him to be a scout. He understood their concern for losing their son but this wasn't something he could just turn back on, not now.
"Kort, what if you were to die? We could not go on if you did. We had tried so long and then when you came we vowed to protect you always and now you actively march to your own demise. Do you not care for your family? Have you thought of anyone else but yourself in this situation?" His mother snapped back. Her voice was on the edge of years. It broke Kort's heart but he had to press on.
"Mother I have thought of others. If I quit now it would be the death of the others without a leader. They need me, and I need to be there for them. If you can't bear there thought of losing me than why did you have me?" He replied. He was already standing at this point, the bowl of soup had been tossed aside in anger. This was the first time he had actually argued with his parents on this, it made him feel sick to his stomach, but the damage had been done. All there was, was to finish.
"If you are that disheartened by my choice than don't even bother coming to my departure tomorrow. I'm going to the hall for the celebration, for you two I wouldn't even bother going to that either unless you wish to make fools yourselves and me. Goodbye." He said as he walked out of the hut. He could hear his mother crying aloud as he walked away. The sounds felt like daggers in his heart but he continued on, hopefully good company would cheer him up.
He arrived at the great hall after a while, the sound of laughter and good times could be heard, drum beats and dancing, and the smell of freshly cooked hare and potatoes was warming. Kort decided instead of eating he would look for his friends first, surely they must be there already.
"My son, your mother and I are very proud of you but this is madness, no, suicide, to go out and do this, so many have tried and never returned. I can't- we can't loose you, your mother believe she can talk to the elders and perhaps change their minds." His father exclaimed. The sound of fear and regret resonated within his voice, fear and regret of perhaps losing his only child did not settle with him.
"Father I'm sorry but it's far too late to discuss this. They need me, I've been preparing for this since I was a child, to quit now would not just be a disrespect to the tribe but a disrespect to myself and those before, successful or not." Kort said sternly, this was an argument he had been having with his parents since the elders chose him to be a scout. He understood their concern for losing their son but this wasn't something he could just turn back on, not now.
"Kort, what if you were to die? We could not go on if you did. We had tried so long and then when you came we vowed to protect you always and now you actively march to your own demise. Do you not care for your family? Have you thought of anyone else but yourself in this situation?" His mother snapped back. Her voice was on the edge of years. It broke Kort's heart but he had to press on.
"Mother I have thought of others. If I quit now it would be the death of the others without a leader. They need me, and I need to be there for them. If you can't bear there thought of losing me than why did you have me?" He replied. He was already standing at this point, the bowl of soup had been tossed aside in anger. This was the first time he had actually argued with his parents on this, it made him feel sick to his stomach, but the damage had been done. All there was, was to finish.
"If you are that disheartened by my choice than don't even bother coming to my departure tomorrow. I'm going to the hall for the celebration, for you two I wouldn't even bother going to that either unless you wish to make fools yourselves and me. Goodbye." He said as he walked out of the hut. He could hear his mother crying aloud as he walked away. The sounds felt like daggers in his heart but he continued on, hopefully good company would cheer him up.
He arrived at the great hall after a while, the sound of laughter and good times could be heard, drum beats and dancing, and the smell of freshly cooked hare and potatoes was warming. Kort decided instead of eating he would look for his friends first, surely they must be there already.