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- Raze
The life of being a part-giant was fun. At least, before, it had been fun. Levi loved the way that he could reach almost anything. He could reach the top of their cabinets without having the need to use a chair like his grandfather did. He loved the way that he could single handedly lift the older man when he was being too much of a bother. He loved the way that he could do almost anything that a normal kid could do. At least, he used to loved it. But days passed, and days turned into months which then turned into years and he learned to grow tired of it. Climbing trees were not longer fun, lifting his grandfather was no longer fun, listening to his granny's stories was no longer fun, he needed a change of pace. But the life within the Sinclair farm was repetitive. You wake up in the morning, eat your breakfast, tend the animals, eat lunch, listen to granny's stories or watch as she and grandpa talk sweetly to each other, no matter how horrible it was to watch, eat dinner, then sleep. It was repetitive, and he was tired of it. He wanted to see the world. He wanted to see those things which he had only seen in the books. His grandmother said that the people outside the farm were cruel, but he didn't believe her. After all, how could he, when his grandmother, who was a lot taller than he was and whose blood was even purer, had fallen in love with a mere human? Though he wouldn't really say that out loud as he feared that his grandmother would stand in all her twenty one feet greatness and stomp on him. He still valued his life, thank you. But still, he wanted to see the world. He wanted to break this repetitive way that he lived his life. But he couldn't do that if he would stay in this far. So he had no choice. He had to run away.
But being a fourteen year old who had no means to support himself, he doubted that he could survive the street all by himself. He had started planning about running away when he reached ten, now, already fourteen year old, and he was yet to materialize his plans. He didn't have the confidence to do it. He wanted to, but just one look at the life that he will leave behind and his resolve would die. He wanted to leave the farm but not his grandmother, especially not Cain, not that cousin of his, for no matter how crazy the older was, he liked him and he couldn't imagine living without the older. And so, when the older randomly talked about wanting to go on an adventure when they were hanging out during one of their free times, Levi instantly agreed without any hesitation. He didn't even ask whether he was serious or not, because if he was joking, then he swore he would punch his cousin, no matter how much he liked him.
It didn't take long before that plan came into action, and now there he was, clothes inside a small backpack he got under his father's bed, peeking into their kitchen, watching as his cousin tried to distract their grandmother while wearing that horrendous outfit which he probably thought makes him look attractive. That was far from being true however, as Levi thought that he looked like how someone would look once their grandmother finished beating someone up. Which was definitely unpleasant. But if that would help them in running away, then it was fine. He could sacrifice his cousin's dignity just so they could ran away. It was his choice anyway, and he would make up for it by buying him something later. That would cheer him up, though admittedly, Cain had always been full of energy he doubted the latter needed any cheering up.
He gripped the strap of his bag and scanned the room with his eyes, as if memorizing every single detail. He wouldn't be coming back here, at least, not for weeks, or months, or probably even years. He would miss this, but he wanted to live his life. He gave the room where his grandmother was a finally look before he sprinted outside the house, as quietly and as fast as his almost seven feet frame could take him. It didn't take long before he reached the place where he and Cain agreed to meet. He dropped down and sat against a barrel of hay. He didn't he was sweating so hard. He must be nervous and he could hear his stomach complaining already. He swore he already ate earlier. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and turned his head to look at their house again, looking for any sign of Cain. The older better hurry up, and he better bring some food with him. But alas, he would accept anything, even Cain bringing nothing with him, as long as he wouldn't bring his grandmother storming with him just to bring them back to their house.
<i></i>But being a fourteen year old who had no means to support himself, he doubted that he could survive the street all by himself. He had started planning about running away when he reached ten, now, already fourteen year old, and he was yet to materialize his plans. He didn't have the confidence to do it. He wanted to, but just one look at the life that he will leave behind and his resolve would die. He wanted to leave the farm but not his grandmother, especially not Cain, not that cousin of his, for no matter how crazy the older was, he liked him and he couldn't imagine living without the older. And so, when the older randomly talked about wanting to go on an adventure when they were hanging out during one of their free times, Levi instantly agreed without any hesitation. He didn't even ask whether he was serious or not, because if he was joking, then he swore he would punch his cousin, no matter how much he liked him.
It didn't take long before that plan came into action, and now there he was, clothes inside a small backpack he got under his father's bed, peeking into their kitchen, watching as his cousin tried to distract their grandmother while wearing that horrendous outfit which he probably thought makes him look attractive. That was far from being true however, as Levi thought that he looked like how someone would look once their grandmother finished beating someone up. Which was definitely unpleasant. But if that would help them in running away, then it was fine. He could sacrifice his cousin's dignity just so they could ran away. It was his choice anyway, and he would make up for it by buying him something later. That would cheer him up, though admittedly, Cain had always been full of energy he doubted the latter needed any cheering up.
He gripped the strap of his bag and scanned the room with his eyes, as if memorizing every single detail. He wouldn't be coming back here, at least, not for weeks, or months, or probably even years. He would miss this, but he wanted to live his life. He gave the room where his grandmother was a finally look before he sprinted outside the house, as quietly and as fast as his almost seven feet frame could take him. It didn't take long before he reached the place where he and Cain agreed to meet. He dropped down and sat against a barrel of hay. He didn't he was sweating so hard. He must be nervous and he could hear his stomach complaining already. He swore he already ate earlier. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and turned his head to look at their house again, looking for any sign of Cain. The older better hurry up, and he better bring some food with him. But alas, he would accept anything, even Cain bringing nothing with him, as long as he wouldn't bring his grandmother storming with him just to bring them back to their house.