His feet werent going where he told them too!!! It was cold, so cold, and even though he knew where he was going, an advantage over most, he couldnt shake off the morbid feeling of doom, no matter how hard he tried.
Guns were sounding in the distance, and although he was well away from the fighting, he was panicking. Amidst the feelings of doom and panic, he was confused. It wasnt even this bad on the front line!! Why was he feelign this way? Was his gut telling him the truth?
As if out of nowhere, a man dropped out of the tree above him in a shower of leaves and twigs, and with an evil grin, blew him up.
The old man sat up in his bed, waking with a start. For a moment, ...view middle of the document...
This was his home, where he had grown upm where he had laughed, played, and where his mother had died. All because of him. He shuddered, trying not to think about it.
He sat down on the mossy grass, and remembered.
The wind tugged at the small, tousle haired child. He ran the lenght of the beach and climbed the cliff that towered over the whole beach, his favourite spot to be alone.
\"Daffyd!\" his mother called \"Daffyd, get down from there!\"
But the boy took no notice. Why did she call him Daffyd anyway?
\"Daffyd, I know you can hear me!\"
The cliff was very high, and David like to climb it the dangerous way, instead of using the steps on the other side. No, he liked danger. When he reached the top, he sat there with his legs dangling over the precipe, and callled to his mother.
\"Come up here! I wont come down until you do!\"
So, his mother, smiling, joined him on the top of the cliff.
\"Come on, Ill show you!\" her son said. Seeing the excitement in his eyes, she followed. David led her...