I was awakened by dawn's first ray, it has been weeks since I've last tasted sunlight. The early morning chill forces me to get out of bed and keep my muscles working otherwise I'd freeze to death.
Just as I am about to finish changing my clothes I could hear my mother's loud voice dripping with anger and her big heavy footsteps getting louder and louder the closer she got to my door. She swung open my nearly rotten wooden door; the poor thing collided with my equally rotten wall with a loud bang. This time, I must gather more wood to do what I can with my almost broken wall and door.
Her amber eyes immediately narrowed into my cerulean ones, her lazily tied hair following her every motion.
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU HUNTED ENOUGH RABBITS? WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MEAT TO EAT FOR THIS MORNING." she said through gritted teeth.
"It was a poor hunt yesterday, mother—" was all I could tell her before she cut me off.
"GET. HUNTING. OR NO FOOD FOR YOU!" she immediately left without another word.
I truly share no resemblance from my mother, her amber eyes in stark contrast with my cerulean ones, and her silver hair the sheer opposite of my raven one the only thing we share is her olive skin. She raised me without a father either. I tried to ask her multiple times but she isn't open with discussing who or where my father truly is. All I know is that when my mother first arrived in the village on a cold winter morning, I was still a thoughtless child that my mother noticeably covered in rare silk and fur— which she later sold to merchants passing by our village so we could have food to eat as she doesn't know how to hunt. The villagers mentioned that my mother specifically chose to settle a few walks away from the village and that she built this home herself. Well, judging by how my mother seems to have built this place I am still surprised as to how it has withstood the difficult changes in weather for the last 18 years.
After tying my hair into a bun, I went to the other side of bed picked up my bag, and bow and arrow. "Off to another day's hunt" I talked to myself in front of a broken mirror.