Chapter 1: Daimen Kracks
(Alex’s Perspective)
I ran as fast as I could, not looking back. I didn’t want to tell my godmother what happened. She would never forgive me for what I did, even if I didn’t actually do it.
“Alexander! Alexander!” She called to me. I could never tell her. This was it. I was never going to see her again. It was dark, about 9:30 pm, as I ran into the woods. I didn’t stop, even for a breath, I just kept running.
I had been running for about 5 minutes when I slipped and fell down the hill. I tumbled down the hill rather quickly, landing in a pile of leaves. I sat up almost immediately, looking around me. All I could see were trees, dead leaves, and a small run down building that looked like a bar. A bar? In the middle of the woods? I thought, slowly standing up. I had bruises all over me, my head was aching, and I had a cramp in my leg. I walked over to the old, rotting, wooden door of the bar. I could hear shouting and crashing, glass shattering. Must be a fight going on. And being the stupid 16 year old I was, I opened the door to find that there was a fight going on! One of the men threw another into the wall next to me. The barmen was hiding behind the counter, looking terrified, and there was even an old woman attacking a man with her cane. It was a good ol’ Muggle fight, no wands, no magic, just fists, glass, and furniture. And speaking of furniture…CRASH. I was hit over the head with something made of wood, I fell to the floor and blacked out.
(Daimen’s Perspective)
“…Come at me yeh waddlin’ bilge rat!” I said, pickin’ up me beer and smashin’ it over the fellow’s head. The guy fell righ’ teh the floor. “Serves yeh righ’.” I said, half teh meself. The bar was in full on battle mode when I looked aroun’. “Figures.” I said, but as I went to sit down and watch, a fellow came runin’ at me. I quickly picked up the chair and hit him with it. “Ha!” When I turned teh me left, I saw a wee boy on the ground. I had accident’lly hit him with the chair as I was winding up. I picked up the poor kid and brought him ou’side. I laid him on the ground. “Come on, don’ be dead!” I gently slapped him a couple o’ times.
“Hmm? What?” He had fin’lly opened his eyes. “AAH! Who are you?” He exclaimed, sittin’ up.
“Calm down, calm down,” I began, “I, uh, hit you over the head with a chair…by accident, o’ course.” I added quickly. “You all righ’?”
“I-I think so.” Now that I looked at him, he wasn’ a wee boy, he was abou’ 15 or somethin’.
“Where’s yer mum and dad?” The boy frowned and looked down.
“Dead.” He replied, only jus’ above a whisper.
“Oh, I’m very sorry.” Then, I had an idea. “Wanna come live with me?” I wasn’ good with children, but I felt bad fer the boy. He nodded a little, and I walked him teh me place. It wasn’ teh far, jus’ a wee bit deeper inteh the woods. We stopped at me cabin and walked in. The boy looked aroun’ him, rather interested in me house. “I’m sorry,” I said, sittin’ on me couch, “Wha’s yer name?” He turned teh face me.
(Alex’s Perspective)
I looked around me, the big man’s cabin had a high ceiling and was very old fashioned. Lots of books, a couple pictures, and ripped up old furniture. The man sat down on his couch, which made a bit of fluff come out.
“I’m sorry, wha’s yer name?” He asked me. I turned to face him. His big black beard covered most of his face, but I could tell he was hiding a smile behind there.
“Alexander. But you can call me Alex, if you want.” I stood there, smiling. I had met a new friend, and perhaps, a new life. I could stay with the big man for the rest of my life and never go back and face my godmother.
“Well, nice teh meet yeh, Alex. Me name’s Daimen Kracks.” He told me, getting up and moving towards what seemed to be his kitchen. I followed him in to find a old table, which was missing a leg so he had but a bunch of books under it for support and one of the only windows in the house. I walked up to it and looked up.
“Full moon.” I said, starring up at the sky. Daimen came up to the window as well.
“No, bu’ close. Full moon is tomorrow.” He went back to the table and started making tea.
“You really don’t mind me staying?” I asked him. He looked up from the tea.
“I’m not good with kids, bu’ I felt bad fer yeh, I really don’ mind though.” He said, looking back down at his tea.
“Thanks.” We went back to first room and sat down on the couch again, which lost a bit of fluff. He gave me some tea and we sat there and talked for the rest of the night. He told me about some funny fights in the bar, some wacky people he’s met, and even stories of when he was a kid. I learned that he was half giant, he was a little hesitant in telling me at first, but I told didn’t mind.
As days went by, Daimen and I went to the bar every night, getting into fights and having conversations with the sketchy folk. I loved it, and I never regretted running away that day. I do miss Trixie, my godmother, but I told myself that I’d visit her someday, just not today.
(Alex’s Perspective)
I ran as fast as I could, not looking back. I didn’t want to tell my godmother what happened. She would never forgive me for what I did, even if I didn’t actually do it.
“Alexander! Alexander!” She called to me. I could never tell her. This was it. I was never going to see her again. It was dark, about 9:30 pm, as I ran into the woods. I didn’t stop, even for a breath, I just kept running.
I had been running for about 5 minutes when I slipped and fell down the hill. I tumbled down the hill rather quickly, landing in a pile of leaves. I sat up almost immediately, looking around me. All I could see were trees, dead leaves, and a small run down building that looked like a bar. A bar? In the middle of the woods? I thought, slowly standing up. I had bruises all over me, my head was aching, and I had a cramp in my leg. I walked over to the old, rotting, wooden door of the bar. I could hear shouting and crashing, glass shattering. Must be a fight going on. And being the stupid 16 year old I was, I opened the door to find that there was a fight going on! One of the men threw another into the wall next to me. The barmen was hiding behind the counter, looking terrified, and there was even an old woman attacking a man with her cane. It was a good ol’ Muggle fight, no wands, no magic, just fists, glass, and furniture. And speaking of furniture…CRASH. I was hit over the head with something made of wood, I fell to the floor and blacked out.
(Daimen’s Perspective)
“…Come at me yeh waddlin’ bilge rat!” I said, pickin’ up me beer and smashin’ it over the fellow’s head. The guy fell righ’ teh the floor. “Serves yeh righ’.” I said, half teh meself. The bar was in full on battle mode when I looked aroun’. “Figures.” I said, but as I went to sit down and watch, a fellow came runin’ at me. I quickly picked up the chair and hit him with it. “Ha!” When I turned teh me left, I saw a wee boy on the ground. I had accident’lly hit him with the chair as I was winding up. I picked up the poor kid and brought him ou’side. I laid him on the ground. “Come on, don’ be dead!” I gently slapped him a couple o’ times.
“Hmm? What?” He had fin’lly opened his eyes. “AAH! Who are you?” He exclaimed, sittin’ up.
“Calm down, calm down,” I began, “I, uh, hit you over the head with a chair…by accident, o’ course.” I added quickly. “You all righ’?”
“I-I think so.” Now that I looked at him, he wasn’ a wee boy, he was abou’ 15 or somethin’.
“Where’s yer mum and dad?” The boy frowned and looked down.
“Dead.” He replied, only jus’ above a whisper.
“Oh, I’m very sorry.” Then, I had an idea. “Wanna come live with me?” I wasn’ good with children, but I felt bad fer the boy. He nodded a little, and I walked him teh me place. It wasn’ teh far, jus’ a wee bit deeper inteh the woods. We stopped at me cabin and walked in. The boy looked aroun’ him, rather interested in me house. “I’m sorry,” I said, sittin’ on me couch, “Wha’s yer name?” He turned teh face me.
(Alex’s Perspective)
I looked around me, the big man’s cabin had a high ceiling and was very old fashioned. Lots of books, a couple pictures, and ripped up old furniture. The man sat down on his couch, which made a bit of fluff come out.
“I’m sorry, wha’s yer name?” He asked me. I turned to face him. His big black beard covered most of his face, but I could tell he was hiding a smile behind there.
“Alexander. But you can call me Alex, if you want.” I stood there, smiling. I had met a new friend, and perhaps, a new life. I could stay with the big man for the rest of my life and never go back and face my godmother.
“Well, nice teh meet yeh, Alex. Me name’s Daimen Kracks.” He told me, getting up and moving towards what seemed to be his kitchen. I followed him in to find a old table, which was missing a leg so he had but a bunch of books under it for support and one of the only windows in the house. I walked up to it and looked up.
“Full moon.” I said, starring up at the sky. Daimen came up to the window as well.
“No, bu’ close. Full moon is tomorrow.” He went back to the table and started making tea.
“You really don’t mind me staying?” I asked him. He looked up from the tea.
“I’m not good with kids, bu’ I felt bad fer yeh, I really don’ mind though.” He said, looking back down at his tea.
“Thanks.” We went back to first room and sat down on the couch again, which lost a bit of fluff. He gave me some tea and we sat there and talked for the rest of the night. He told me about some funny fights in the bar, some wacky people he’s met, and even stories of when he was a kid. I learned that he was half giant, he was a little hesitant in telling me at first, but I told didn’t mind.
As days went by, Daimen and I went to the bar every night, getting into fights and having conversations with the sketchy folk. I loved it, and I never regretted running away that day. I do miss Trixie, my godmother, but I told myself that I’d visit her someday, just not today.