User blog:GlintLock/New Life Part 1

Prologue

It's still keeping me up at night. That feeling that I can't help but to think that my life is missing something. I mean, I'm only 17. It shouldn't feel like something's missing right? I should feel carefree and happy or something, right? Well I don't, and in this world, full of monsters, I can tell life is gonna be very different from what I might have thought.

I roll over in my bed, thinking about the monsters and the stories I've heard. I've heard they snatch men up and they are never seen again. My parents say that they're dangerous, not to be trifled with and evil.

I've also heard stories from travelers that pass through our little town of Stromburg. It was mostly quiet, and nothing much really happens here. So it's pretty exciting when I get to hear stories from the travelers staying at the inn my parents run, The Stone Mason. It's name comes from my grandfather who was, you guessed it, a mason.

It's a warm little place, nice roaring hearth in the center of the tavern, with some rooms for guests on the ground floor, while mine and my parents rooms are upstairs. The walls of the tavern are decorated with various photos of family and friends, and the different hunting trophies of my father and other travelers. whenever I look at them it reminds me of the travelers and the stories, I love them so much. They are really the only thing keeping me from being bored out of my skull in this town.

I heard from the travelers and merchants that the monsters weren't the kind of monsters I knew. I heard that they weren't just monsters, but they were also girls. They're described as beautiful women. But my parents told me that they also used their beauty to hypnotize men and make them their slaves to toil away doing backbreaking labor until you died, or were eaten. The only other form of entertainment I've found in my dreary village is music. I love music. Especially playing it. It was on my 15th birthday that my parents had gotten me a guitar. It's probably the best thing that they have ever given me.

I learned more and more over the next two years. But I’ve never perform for anyone. I was always too nervous and shy play for others. My mom would always beg me to play but I always refused. My nerves always get the better of me. But that's never driven away my love for music. Yet music still hasn't filled this void in my heart. I know that I yearn for something more, something greater. Some kind of higher calling to rise above my station and do something with my life, something meaningful. I have an idea on what it is that I need to do, although I don't know how my parents will take it, especially mom.

I know that this is the right decision though, and I can feel it in my heart. I know what I will tell parents tomorrow morning. “Rise and shine!”

My mom throws the blinds open as sunlight floods the room. It shines directly into my face, causing me to wake up. “Mom! Cut it out!” I groan, retreating underneath my covers. “You best be moving your butt, buster. Don't make me get your father in here.” She said as she left the room. I knew that was no empty threat, as my father was liable to barge in with a pail of ice cold water to shock me awake. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Then I remembered what I had decided to do that day, and what I would be telling my parents, even if I could bring myself to say it.

I got dressed and began packing my things. I stuffed my clothes in a small but handy pack. I put in the essentials. Toilet paper, non-perishable food and bottled water. I had been stocking up just in case I chose to leave home. Looks like the time had come. There was only one thing left, my guitar. I was going to need that to keep myself going. I sling it over my back and headed downstairs. My dads at the bar, wiping it down to get ready for guests. My mom is also cleaning, sweeping up the floors. My dad looks up from his rag and smiles when he sees me.

“Hey there son, how's it going?” He asks cheerily. “F-fine” I reply. I take a deep breath. “Mom. Dad. I'm leaving.” I say sternly. “That's nice dear.” My mom says, not looking up. “Where are you headed off to? Going to see a friend?” She asks. “What? No. I mean I'm leaving. As in leaving the village.” I say. Now both my parents look up. “What? Why?” My dad asks, sounding a little worried, but I could sense a tone of anger in his voice.

“I'm leaving because there's no life for me here. I don't see me accomplishing anything or doing anything meaningful with my as long as I stay here.” I explain. I could see my father becoming angrier with each passing minute. My mother runs over, clasping me by the shirt. I can see tears welling up in her eyes. “Sean, you know we love you no matter what. But you must think about this very carefully.” She said, trying to remain calm. “What's there to think about!?” My dad shouted. He got up from his seat and stormed over.

Now, I may have forgotten to mention that my dad is a big guy. As a bartender and innkeeper, he's had to break up more than a few fights and toss out some of the more obnoxious customers. He looked over me, and I could see the vein in his head throbbing. I had never seen him this angry before, and he usually maintained a calm composure. As intimidating as he was, I knew I had to stand my ground. I just hoped he didn't notice my knees shaking from fear.

“You...you...want to leave? After everything your mother and I have done for you? Raised you, clothed you, fed you, sheltered you...loved you. And you want to just abandon your life here? For what? What could possibly be waiting for you out there? What is it out there that you can't find here huh?” My father seemed to calm down a little, but I only knew that his words would become sharper the calmer he was.

“The real world is unforgiving and harsh if you don't know what you're doing. You're only 17! What makes you think that you'll be able to survive out there?” He asked, staring down at me. I tried composing my thoughts, but all that came out was “I-uh..I…” “That's right, you don't know.” My father interrupted. “So what will you do?” He asked.

I took a deep breath. “Yea I know I'm not even an adult yet, and I know I don't know a lot about the world and yea, I don't know how I'll survive out there, but I do know one thing. The life that lies out there is waiting for me, and I intend to find it. I need to. I know this to be true in my heart.” Then I turned my back on him and headed toward the door.

I passed my mother, who had been silent all this time. She just watched me walk by her, and I could see the pain in her eyes and although I know she wanted to, she didn't stop me. “If you walk out that door, the don't bother coming back!” My dad shouted.

I stopped at the door. I waited a moment, thinking this over for a moment. Then, without looking back, I opened the door and stepped out.

Hey guys, I know this one didn't have any monster girls in it, but that's because I was wondering what you guys thought. Are there any that you'd like to see in this story? Let me know in the comments or just leave a note on my message board. Don't be afraid to suggest a Mamono!

Vax, out.