Post by BlacKitten on Mar 13, 2018 14:03:05 GMT -5
He didn’t care.
The world could be set ablaze by the flames of hell. The sky could be crumbling over their heads. Islands could sink into the depths of the seas. It didn’t matter to him at this point in time. All of his attention and care was directed towards one person and one person alone. He had a responsibility, but his little sister was more important to him than anything else in this entire world. He had lost her, and for three months of searching, he had found her again and freed her from captivity. No more. Never again would he let her leave his side. Even if it means becoming an overly protective older brother, that was perfectly fine, and she wasn’t going to complain about that.
For days, they travelled on a merchant’s ship that was heading towards an island which the Revolutionary Army had wanted to investigate. It was thanks to his fifteen-year old sister, Rebecca, who convinced the sailors to allow them to hitch up a ride. They didn’t have a ship of their own, at least not anymore. The youth had always been an extroverted and charming little girl; she could persuade others to do her bidding if putting it sinisterly.
Resinbar was the name of the island. Beyond that, they knew practically nothing else about it. The ship drifted under the clear sky; the seas were placid. The air was unfathomably hot and dry. They reached a port at a town that is appropriately named as Porter Town.
From there, Rebecca thanked the sailors and departed off the deck, seemingly all on her own. But, she wasn’t alone. Her older brother was with her, taking shelter at the back of her collar, behind the curtain-like hair, hanging upside down like a bat would. He hid from the sunlight, taking shade where it'd be cooler. Small and light, he could easily be carried around, weighing no more than a common egg. She could hardly notice him.