I was holding my two favorite things in my hand. Blackberries and strawberries. I can't help but feel like I have to choose one. Do I like blackberry more or strawberry? First, I popped the strawberry in my palm into my mouth. I had a good bite. Then I ate the blackberry. Now I was seven years old and should be able to decide what I liked and didn't like.
I hadn't been far from home, but I kept reminding myself that I had to go home before my grandfather returned. He didn't like me coming into the woods, but no one could keep me away from these strawberries and blackberries. I threw myself into the shade of a tree, hungrily eating the fruit in my hand, and looked around for more blackberry bushes.
I immediately turned around and looked around when I heard a faint crackling sound behind me. I stood up and started to head in the direction of the sound, but there was no one in sight.
I feel that this curiosity will be the end of me.
Still, despite this huge forest, no one could scare me. I was a fearless girl. My grandfather always talked about how I looked like amazon women and told stories about how strong and fearless they were. I want to be one of them too, now I had an opportunity to be an amazon woman.
After walking a little more, I saw a thin boy about my height behind the tree. Here, I said, the friend I was looking for! He was wearing brown shorts and white suspenders. He had already seen me come and looked at me without taking his eyes off me. I approached him with a smile, but he avoided me. "Hello" I called. This time the boy started to approach me. Even though this made me nervous, I couldn't help examining him. He had a large old scratch on his neck. I think he had fallen and the scar was left on his neck. There was something in his hand that he was holding tight or that he wanted to hide. When he realized that I was looking at his hands, he immediately hid his hand behind his back.
She looked around first, as if torn between speaking or not. I couldn't move at all when he slowly walked towards me. His eyes widened, "Are you a fairy?"
"Actually, I'm an amazon woman. Grandpa always says so," I said, crossing my arms. Where did the fairy come from now?
He took a few breaths, raising his nose as if he were sniffing me. He continued to do this while he was doing two rounds around me. "You're human" whispered words that showed how surprised he was. And why was he surprised, after all, everyone was human. Even my grandfather is human.
"Shall we play a game?" I said. I took action to take him by the arm and take him to the big tree where I was sitting.
He started coming towards me as he pushed me to the ground with a growl. My arm hit the stones on the ground and I couldn't take it anymore and started to cry. I raised my hand and looked at my arm. It was peeling and bleeding. This made me cry even more. I tried to stand up to complain to my grandfather when the boy in front of me stopped his wheezing and knelt next to me. He grabbed my arm and brought it closer to him to look at my wound. His earlier anger had been replaced by a compassionate expression.
When I saw the red stone he was squeezing in his other hand, I forgot all my pain. It was the most beautiful stone I've ever seen in my life. "What's that?" ' I asked, pointing to the stone. He squeezed her hand again and hid it behind him, as if he had accidentally shown something he shouldn't have. "Can I have a look too?" I said. I wanted to play with the red stone.
Although he hesitated a little, he brought the hand that he had hidden behind my eyes before my eyes, but he still did not open his clenched palm. I raised my hand and touched his hand. When I slowly opened his fingers, the red stone was shining in his palm.
When I tried to pick it up, he immediately pulled his hand away and stood up. "Let's play with him," I sang.
I got up and started walking towards the tree. I also did not neglect to look to see if it was coming from behind me from time to time. I slammed my hand on the log next to me and gestured for him to come. He seemed like a very shy kid, but I needed a friend after all. I didn't want to scare him away.
"Can we be friends with you?" I asked. The boy in front of me looked around as if he was thinking of something else.
"I have to hide it," he said. The first time I heard her voice was timid. He was showing the stone in his hand.
"Sure," I said immediately. Like him, I was looking around looking for a safe place to hide the red stone. It was a tiny stone, but its color could give it away.
"From the Wolves." she whispered. This excited me. After all, I was a kid running from adventure to adventure. I quickly got up and started walking around. I still couldn't find a place to hide the stone.
"Who are we hiding it from?" I asked. After all, I needed to know our enemy.
The boy stood up with me and grabbed my injured arm. He was staring at my wound. "I think we can put the stone here." he said.
I wanted to look at him like he was crazy. "It hurts," I said, freeing my arm from his grasp. Even though the stone was small, my wound ached and I didn't want anyone to touch it.
He said, "Small, I think we can hide it there. And then the wound will close and no one will find the stone."
I looked at my wound, then quickly shook my head. Both of our eyes were shining with excitement. He gently pressed the stone onto my wound and the stone sank into my wound and disappeared. It was the most exciting thing I've ever seen and it didn't hurt at all. The boy in front of me started to laugh like me.
"It's a secret!" said. "You can't tell anyone. Just the two of us should know," he said knowingly.
"Our secret," I whispered. It was my first secret and I wasn't going to tell anyone about it. Amazon woman word.
We played games every day for a month. We always met under the same tree. His name was Cesur. He always talked to me about wolves. Wolves were the cause of the scar on his neck. But it didn't hurt too much, he said. He even promised to introduce me to the wolves one day. Wolves were his friends.
I don't know how many days I waited for Cesur under that tree, but he never came again. Even though I can't count the years, I'm still waiting for him inside. I don't know if I would recognize him if I saw him despite the years passed. Sometimes I even doubt whether he's alive or not.
Our secret is still safe. I didn't dare tell anyone about our mischief. We trusted each other, I still do. The wound on my arm has never healed. Some nights I am in so much pain that I even considered opening my wound and removing the stone inside.
The only thing that stopped me was the promise I made to Cesur.