logo text

Chapter 10: Knowledge.

As we began moving, following the gentle curve of the river, I recalled the wise words of my father. He had taught me that in situations like this, where survival was uncertain, following a river could be a lifeline. "Rivers often lead to safe zones, villages, or settlements," he had explained. "They provide a source of water, food, and transportation, and are often the heart of civilization."
I remembered how he had emphasized the importance of observing the environment, reading the signs of nature, and using common sense to navigate through the wilderness. His teachings had been etched in my mind like a guidebook, and I had been relying on them to keep us alive.
As we walked along the riverbank, I scanned our surroundings, taking in the lush vegetation, the rocky outcroppings, and the occasional birdcall. The river itself was a tranquil companion, its gentle flow soothing our parched skin and providing a sense of comfort.
Gabriel chattered excitedly beside me, his eyes shining with wonder as he explored this new world. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility as his big brother. I knew that I had to keep him safe, to protect him from harm, and to ensure our survival.
As we rounded a bend in the river, I spotted something in the distance - a plume of smoke rising into the sky. My heart quickened as I grabbed Gabriel's hand, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be a village? A settlement? A sign of civilization?
With renewed hope and determination, we quickened our pace, following the river towards the promise of safety and security. Dad's teachings had been our lifeline, and now, they seemed to be leading us towards a new chapter in our journey.
As we walked along the riverbank, the serene surroundings suddenly gave way to a tumultuous storm of memories in my mind. The painful recollections of my parents' divorce came flooding back, like a dam breaking loose. I remembered the bitter arguments, the harsh words, and the eventual separation.
My mom had been cruel to my dad, using us as pawns in her game of revenge. After the court case, she had won custody of us, and we were forced to leave my dad behind. I had been too young to understand the intricacies of the legal battle, but I knew that my mom's actions had left my dad heartbroken.
I recalled how my mom had replaced my dad with Alex, a wealthy and successful man who could provide her with the luxurious life she craved. It was like she wanted to punish my dad for not being able to give her the material possessions she desired. My dad, on the other hand, had always believed in living a comfortable life, not a extravagant one.
I remembered the pain in my dad's eyes when we had to leave him, the sadness in his voice when he said goodbye. I had wanted to stay with him, to be with the person who had always been there for me, but my mom's grasp was too strong. She had manipulated us, using her tears and her words to make us believe that our dad was the one who had failed us.
As I grew older, I realized the truth, that my mom's actions had been driven by her own selfish desires. She had used us as weapons to hurt my dad, to make him suffer for not being able to provide her with the life she wanted. But I knew that my dad had always loved us, had always been there for us, even when my mom was busy chasing her own dreams.
As we continued on our journey, the memories of my parents' divorce still lingered in my mind. While I understood that my mom had her own reasons for leaving my dad, I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards her for the way she had treated him. But at the same time, I knew that she loved us deeply and had always been there for us, providing for our needs and wanting us to be happy.
It was a complex mix of emotions, and I wasn't sure how to process them all. I just knew that I loved both my parents, but their actions towards each other had left a deep scar.
As we approached the area where we had seen the smoke, we decided to set up camp for the night. We gathered firewood and kindling, and Gabriel helped me build a small fire. The flames crackled to life, casting a warm glow over our makeshift campsite.
We sat down on a nearby log, watching the fire dance and listening to the sounds of the night. The stars twinkled above us, and the river flowed gently in the distance. It was a peaceful scene, one that I knew I would always treasure.
As we sat there, I realized that life was full of complexities and contradictions. People could love and hurt each other at the same time. Relationships could be both beautiful and painful. And sometimes, the ones we loved the most could be the ones who hurt us the deepest.
But in that moment, sitting by the fire with my brother, I knew that I had to let go of the past and focus on the present. I had to cherish the moments I had with Gabriel, and with our dad, no matter how difficult things got. Because in the end, it was those moments that truly mattered.
As the night wore on, I had been anticipating Gabriel's inevitable wake-up call. And sure enough, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a gentle tug on my arm. I opened my eyes to find Gabriel's worried face peering up at me, his eyes wide with hunger and discomfort.
"David, I'm hungry," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
I sighed and sat up, wrapping my arms around him to keep him close. The fire had indeed gone out, and the chill of the night air was palpable. We had used the parachute to cover ourselves, but it was no match for the biting cold.
"I know, buddy," I said, trying to soothe him. "But it's late, and we can't start a fire now. We'll find something to eat in the morning, I promise."
Gabriel's face contorted in disappointment, but he didn't argue. Instead, he snuggled deeper into my embrace, seeking warmth and comfort. I held him tight, feeling his small body shivering against mine.
As we sat there in the darkness, I couldn't help but think about how fragile our situation was. We were two young boys, alone in the wilderness, with no food, no shelter, and no adult supervision. It was a daunting reality, but I pushed it aside and focused on the present moment.
I stroked Gabriel's hair, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, little brother," I whispered. "We'll get through this. We just have to stick together."
Slowly but surely, Gabriel's shivering subsided, and he relaxed into my hold. I kept him close, watching over him as he drifted off to sleep. The night was long and dark, but with Gabriel by my side, I felt a sense of purpose and responsibility. I would do whatever it took to keep him safe, even if it meant going hungry for a little while longer.

Book Comment (320)

  • avatar
    Zhanelle Lian Villez Angeles

    beautiful

    11d

      0
  • avatar
    Seth Andrei Pagula Pagula

    it was so good

    27d

      0
  • avatar
    AdilahNr.

    great

    07/09

      0
  • View All

Related Chapters

Latest Chapters