It was a cold breezy night. You and I went along the path towards the home of a sick old man that I knew nothing of. We walk to his doorstep, and we enter. Big house wasn’t it? I stayed back while you walked upstairs to the sickened man. And as I waited, people began to come in. People began to prepare for a party. A couple minutes after that, I hold a child in my arms. He looked just like me.
You and father come down with the sickened man on a chair, he was crying out of joy. It was his last party and everyone was focused on the man, crying along with him. I, however, was too focused on the baby. Making him laugh and smile. You came my way, put your hand on my shoulder and you looked me dead in the eye and told me that I was one hell of a dad. What did you mean?
In the blink of an eye, I was no longer at the party. I no longer had the child in my arms. I was now in a cold, snowy place. Beside me were two houses made of stick and hay that could only be entered by climbing up the ladder. I go in, and look at the small fire near the window. Then, you appear behind me. You appeared to me, the form of a moose. You told me that someday you wouldn’t be my me, that I would need to pick a side.
“Me, or your wife?” you asked.
I had no idea what you were talking about. Even so, I couldn’t even muster a word. As I was walking towards the exit, I noticed it was no longer there.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“Break the twigs and sticks, then jump down.”
I did. But, before I jumped down. You told me that I would be betraying you. That this would be the end of our bond. Without a care in the world, I jumped down. I walked around the house and walked my path. And then again, you appear before me in the middle of the road. You begged for my help while you laid on the ground.
“You’re fully capable of helping yourself. You have a natural ability to learn quickly.” I said.
I walked away, and you looked at me. But, a few seconds later you began to wail. I looked back, and I was greeted by the sight of a bloodied moose. Missing all of its limbs. And even so, you tried proving me right. I gave you a simple compliment that you wanted to live up to.
In that sad cold road, you died.
Years passed, and you were still in mind clear as day. I shouldn’t have left you, I should have stayed.
Mom, I miss you. I’m sorry.
Author Notes: A boy is sped through time without reason. He's put in different times in locations in a more developed body, and without knowing it, he's put in crucial moments that could have been essential to prevent his mother's death. Sadly, he was too late.