7 or 25!
Memories !! || Accepting
7. A memory they want to forget
This memory was beginning to be a tad fuzzy but he wouldn’t say it isn’t one he truly wants to forget. The events that had happened, yes but not the aftereffect.
Be it Link at the age of three, a nice sunny day with a promise of a bit of rain. The warm sand tickled her soft feet while playing about in it and building her own would out of said white ocean grain.
Today was an important day. Oh yes, the parents of this future hero was returning home! Grandma had informed her of this event and everyone was preparing a welcome home celebration for the two’s arrival. Link of course was too eager to see them, played outside all day.
Late afternoon rolled around and finally, after drained from outside activities and waiting, a local called out for everyone’s attention that there was a ship heading their way. Of course, everyone knew who it was! The Outsetians all gather near the shoreline, most with telescopes at eye.
Cheers of joy and chants emit from them all, waving about to the ship, despite if Link’s parents couldn’t see. Link herself was squealing in excitement while staring through the scope.
The next is blurry…a harsh memory to recall. The recollection of gasping and yelling came with a broken image. The child stared at the distressed adults in concern and confusion then looks through the vision enhancing item. Again this memory cuts out but a silhouette of a large wiggly arm erects from the surface of the ocean and slaps onto the boat.And another. And another.
At this point the blurred flashback phases to black and opens again with the ship getting taken under along with the locals running into the water and yelling in horror. The blonde gasps and drops the telescope. Her face became ghostly…Something took Link’s parents…
A hand grabs onto the tykes arm and tugs her away from the scene. It was grandma though the memory is painstakingly getting fuzzy. Link recalls trying to get out of the grasps of the grandma but it deemed fruitless due to ending up back in the house.
The hush of a panicked voice of “wait here.” sounds and then the click of the door soon followed. The room felt dark and barren…Link felt lost—baffled by what happened. Did her parents just get hurt?
A kid that age would cry over a missing toy or a death of a family pet. Not the ones they rely on to survive. Hefty breathing. Then tears. Mom and dad are hurt and she has no power in helping them. The girl wails while sliding down to the floor. It hurt. This part hurt to remember. It waved with strained pressure trying to recall. Like a robot malfunctioning.
A sound of another cry silences the war of tears and gears recalling this memory.
Lifting her face up from the hands flooded in tears, Link’s crying goes to hiccups and sniffles. Distressed crying came from the crib. It was her baby sister letting out her own waterworks. Link gets up and wobbles over to the crib and inspects it. Bundled up was little Aryll, weeping from hearing sobbing from the eldest. The baby needed someone to calm her. Link looks around the room…Grandma wasn’t here. She was told to be a big kid, big kids were strong like warriors right?
Small hand rubs away the blurred eyes filled with tears then climbs into the crib. While Aryll still wept, Link rubbed her face, sniffling out herself. “Mom ‘n’ dad will be ‘ack…dun cry. Dun…cry.”
When the baby calms down and finds comfort from her sister’s hand, Link smiles a tad. It felt good to be a strong person, her sister could rely on her. And that made everything the just happened fade away. All that was important was infant. And just like any crying fit came with sleep. Gently, Link adjusts herself and cuddle Aryll.
Soon the presence of the baby and calming body put her to sleep.