Wet... I could feel what I think was sweat, trickling down my face as I abruptly woke from what was a vivid dream. It was a flashback to my first glimpse of war when I was just 8 years old. Now, 8 years later at 16, it puzzled me why these memories were surfacing all of a sudden.
"Sir, are you okay?" a sweet flight attendant in a striking red outfit asked, her concern evident as she gently placed her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort. Ironically, her touch did the opposite, heightening my sense of disorientation and pulling me further from the remnants of my dream.
"yes maam im fine thank you", i said with a quiet tone and a small smile which send relief through the young lady, who im assuming to be new by the uniform and how anxious she was compared to the other flight attendants but my smike quickly faded as she walked away which... isnt unusual im not sad or mad i just, dont really feel the need to be i guess you would say happy??
but instead of being emotionless i guess smiling is a better way then trying to explain to people why i dont feel the need to do it.
i opened up the white ,small window to the right of me looking at the red reflection of the sunrise dance across the clouds, it was pretty but also i hated how peaceful it was, it was...different??
{passengers please buckle up we are about to land}
a males voice rang over the intercoms.
im officially out of the military, im 16 now...my father said he wanted me to go to a academy???
which i refused at first, but he had other plans in mind and here i am, traveling to the Kingdom Of Allsia (all-see-uh). my father said that i have an uncle and a cousin??
i didnt know this, hes a very secretive man. he still wont tell me what sickness took mother from our lives.
from what my dad said, this man should have red hair and a beard and act like a playboy??? whatever that means.
anyways he should be waiting for me at the airport.
my fathers worried that i cant adjust to a teenage school boy life??
buttttt i think its gonna be a breeze i mean ive fought in wars so, how hard can it be?