I asked my mother about the ring and the other objects and where she got them.
She replied with a worn down smile. "I've had these for a very long time Oliver. They have been with me since I was a child like you."
"Really?" I replied. "Yes really, silly goose!" She stuck her Tongue out in a silly gesture, though with her tired state, she looked sicker.
"Even the ring?" I asked. mother looked like she was debating weather to tell me something or not before looking at me with a smile.
"That one is a secret little guy." She said with a small laugh. In these moments I could really see the radiance that she once had before getting sick.
A couple of seconds later though She suddenly started coughing profusely showing her sickly state in a manner of bouts. Making me wince.
Then something suddenly caught my attention. A middle aged man with shoes that could be counted for rags went up to a stand, eyed the steaming hot bread, and grabbed 3 loafs.
The man then turned and ran away with the baker running after him. The man who was running away was coming straight for me.
As the man was sprinting over, he took out something that looked sharp from his front pocket.
mother was quick to step in my way to shield me but the man ended up toppling over her and stabbing her in the process.
The man looked down at the sickly woman with pure shock but was quick to scurry towards me anyways using me as a hostage.
Due to my childish strength, I could not take the man off of me and the man quickly put the knife on my neck.
I was in great shock. My mom had been stabbed, and I had been taken hostage all in the same minute.
My mother was still breathing but due to her poor health she was knocked out and was breathing heavily.
People started going to my mom trying to stop the bleeding and the man behind me spoke in a very scary voice. "If anyone comes near me, Im killing the kid!"
The crowd formed a massive circle around them, making it difficult to see my mom. I felt a rage I had never felt before.
The man behind me had just stabbed my mother, and I didn't know weather she was going to survive or not due to her poor health and the only reason behind the sudden attack was because of 3 loafs of bread.
My golden eyes seemed to glow like melted gold as I stared unblinking at the floor.
Power flowed through my veins as something seemed to burn in my chest causing me to clench my fists making them bleed.
I grasped the man's hand that was holding the knife. The man laughed at me. "You really think you can hurt me stupid little brat?"
I then clenched the hardest I had ever clenched in my life and felt something crunch beneath my fingers.
The knife dropped from the man's hand as he screamed out in pain. "WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO ME!"
He dropped down clutching his hand in agony spouting every curse word he could find. I looked at him with a neutral expression.
I had not known that I had this kind of power inside of me. The man looked up at me with hatred in his eyes, and suddenly lunged at me pulling at anything his hand touched including my cape.
I tried to keep the cape on myself but to no avail as my strength had left me and I had nothing but the power of a 4 year old.
The man overpowered me and ripped the cape off of my shoulders revealing the two large wings and tail feathers that I had tried so hard to cover in the first place.
Everyone went silent as my white wings came in full view of the growing crowd. I felt the eyes of everyone on them and started trying to cover myself back up with the ripped cape.
I suddenly felt a pair of gentle hands wrap around my body, and looked up. It was mother, her body draping over my own.
The blood from her chest wound dripping onto my face as she then draped her own cloak over my body.
"It's okay my baby, it's alright. Mommy's here now." She kept repeating trying to sooth me.
I trembled, trying to hold back tears but failing miserably. My own parents hadn't even cared when I got stabbed by a guy at the convenience store, one time.
They even scolded me for not bringing home any money to help supply the alcohol they were addicted to and drank everyday.
The man that had started it all found that that was the best time for his getaway and ran away before anyone noticed.
Mother looked at my face worry on her face. "It's just going to be a little harder now little Oliver. Just listen to mommy okay?"
She then rushed me towards an Inn, bought a room, and layer all the stuff from our stand on the bed.
"If anything happens to mommy Oliver, I need you to take these and run." She said. "You can sell them for a good price and have enough money to buy some food for yourself, and enough for emergencies.
I took a good look at her from the cloak she had rapped around me tightly. She was barely conscious and heaving at every second.
She had to go to a hospital. "Mommy we have to go to a hospital to get you all better!"
She looked at me with a sad look. "If I do that though, there won't be enough money for you to get a meal." She took my face with her cold damp hands.
"How about mommy uses the first aid that I told you we would keep for emergencies?" I shook my head yes. It was better than her dying because she didn't even put bandages on herself.
She took it out of the camping bag that she had packed for these occasions. She opened it and took out the antiseptic wipes and wiped a lot on her wound.
She then took out he gauze and wrapped her chest with it to make sure enough pressure was put on the wound.
I watched the whole thing. Her face was distorted in pain the whole time, but it was necessary for her to stay alive a little longer.
She took out some strawberries and let me eat them, eating some for herself. "We need to save these too." She said looking hungry. I put out my hand in the hopes that she would take the strawberry in my hand, but she shook her head.
"You need that more than I do Oliver." "No mommy you need it. Your big boo-boo is draining all of your energy and making you more sick."
"You need to eat it mommy." I said. Mother looked down at my tiny hand, took the strawberry and ate it.
"Thank you Oliver" she said with a grateful look on her face. She got us ready for bed and I layer down beside her on the bed. I couldn't fall asleep…