Downward Spiral and Lost hopes

[Wolfs Ghost]

Cambridge, 804 A.S. -- Two days later

Children giggled and ran down the sidewalk, the last bell had just ended and many children were eager to get home. The rush hour traffic was about to begin. Two of the children chased after each other playfully, when one abruptly stopped, there was a hand holding the fourteen year old from chasing the noble girl he was with.

"Austin..you know not to horse play around here." The man said dryly, "We have somethings to talk about."

"But," He stared on after the girl who had just now stopped and turned back grinning sheepishly at him. "She's taunting me!" He shouted waving a hand in the air towards the girl, who waved back. "Lady Purdon needs to get home to her parents. You know how much they hate simple commoners."

"Uncle..she's not like them! I mean, you notice they put her..." his voice trailed off as his uncle cut in.

"Lad, it's about your parents."

Austin broke from the mans grasp and turned around quickly, seeing his uncle and the father of the Noble girl a faint blush fell on his cheeks as he saw the man smiling a bit, "Are they coming home!?"

The man smiled and laughed lightly, "Aye, they'll be home in a few days, along with your sister." Austin closed his eyes quickly and smiled, "Yes!" He shouted, a few adults passing by looked over with questioning glances.

"Austin! Austin! Come here!" Came a voice that was oh so familiar. He opened his eyes and looked up at his uncle for a brief moment. "Go on." The man said, urging his nephew to chase after the girl, Austin nodded slightly and turned around.

"Amanda!" He shouted back at her, much to his uncles surprise he was grinning, "I'm going to get you!" A few seconds after shouting he ran towards her, and she shrieked in excitement and took off running, with Austin right behind her.

"The boy's strong, Sir Goodman. Just like your own son. Though I'm surprised you didn't tell him."
"Aye, I know. I know. A fine lad he'll grow up to be."
"Though, I wouldn't expect him to be happy when he's finally home, and you do tell him what happened."
"Nor do I. The grief will get him."
"Mmhm."

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