ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
Closing his eyes he tried to picture the man that would have raised Aisha. It was harder than he thought, did a man even raise her? She seemed far to wild to have had a father figure. Maybe that was it then, maybe she had no father. "I'm glad one of us can enjoy this. Anden skewered more of the gourd on his stick. "It smells delicious." He gave an empty sigh. For all of the perks that The Voice created him with, it seemed no one talked about the little things they lost. He longed to taste again. To sink his teeth into red meat, feel the juices wash over his tongue and to taste.
Just stars? It would be a lie if Anden wasn't a little bit disappointed. To him the stars were almost everything. They were symbols of the life around him, and of the lives of the people he'd met. Far more than just stars. But Aisha wasn't like him, or like Dani. She was hardened. She was ready for the world at all times.
"My world... My home. It was beautiful, but dangerous. We lived on the edge of an ever-growing forest. The trees so tall that they hid the stars. But beyond the forest, beyond the trees was the kingdom. Where the people starved, and fought in an endless battle for their freedom." Anden looked into Aisha's eyes. "Nothing of beauty comes without a price."
But it was a price he and his family never paid. Tucked safely away they lived a relatively safe life. "And you Aisha? What of your home?"
