The Absence of the Dove: Chapter 1 The Gears Set in Motion
Okay so, here is my first story that a certain New Zealand gryphon (and a whole 5 weeks of imminent boredom) has persuaded me to pursue. So basically this is hopefully going to be a good 12 chapters or so, of an interesting tale of two males struggling to keep their secret while trying to survive the bombing raids of world war two. So here it goes, P.S. those looking to pleasure themselves go find something else BUT do come back and read it when you have cleaned up ;)
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The Absence Of The Dove Chapter 1
The gears set in motion
7th September 1940 7:12pm
Mopping up the powdered egg and bacon fat from my equine mouth with my used napkin, I faced my dearest mother and quietly asked her "Mother? May I be excused?" She lifted her head up towards me and said "Yes dear, as long as you're going to bed". She put her head back down to read the West London newspaper just as I gave her a forceful frown; thinking about discussing the fact that I'm nearly 14 and the fact that it was a Saturday night, only to remember the last 2 attempts to raise this conversation resulted in extra chores. I wisely did as she asked and walked upstairs to my bedroom, as I was changing into my pyjamas the photo of me and my parents caught my eye. My father Philip was on the right, I was in the middle and my mother Claire was on the left. My father was a huge black and white shire horse who never seemed to care about me but as long as my Claire was happy, he was happy. Claire, a welsh cob, on the other hand was always there for me; she was firm but fair with a never ending heart. I put the photo facing down onto my chester draws as I remembered the last household argument he caused, I lifted my hairy hooves into my bed, rested my head onto my pillows and closed my eyes.
7th September 1940 7:45pm
Bursting my eyes open, I lifted myself up to hear the screeching sound of air raid sirens followed by a deep dark humming noise. My bedroom door flung open, my mother swiftly stepped through the door way yelling "WILLIAM! GET OUT OF BED NOW!" I threw the sheets off me and propelled myself out of my bed. She began running out of my room and shouted "Quickly follow me William!" we quickly ran outside onto our street to find our neighbours rushing out of their houses, heading towards the nearest air raid shelter. With a firm grip my mother dragged me out of the now stampeding crowds and stared into my eyes and calmly said "listen William, don't follow them, we're going to head for the hills it will be safer there." She released me; I crunched my hard fingers together to form front hooves. On my feet and hoof like hands, both me and my mother began to trot through the crowd until we broke free and began to gallop towards the not so far away hill on the edge of west London.
The deep, dark, deafening humming noise of planes dampened out the clickedy clop sound our hooves made upon hitting the stone roads. Swerving past stragglers of the crowd heading to the air raid shelter, we navigated are way through the stone, cobble streets of west London. After 3 minutes of galloping we reached the high hill. As we carefully trudged up the muddy, grassy hill, great thuds echoed under my hooves. Bright flashes flickered my shadow in front of me, I swung my head round. Horrifically large explosions threw stone, wood, brick and earth up over the streets, fires begun to reach up to the pitch black sky. The humming combined with the thunderous, crackling, bangs of bombs shrouded screams of injured citizens. I resumed climbing the treacherous hill.
As I reached the top I sighted my mother sitting on the hill, gazing at the hellish scene the bombers had created. I crawled next to her and rested my weary body on her soft, warm, winter coat. I took a quick glance up at her to find a small tear escape her eyes before it fell from her equine cheeks and hit the ground. I whisperd with a worried knot in my throught "I love you mum" she began brushing my ear back, gliding her caring hands through my mane and whispered back "I love you too son"
We both spent the night helplessly staring at the Great British capital city burn before our eyes, until I fell asleep in front of the blazing city.
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Okay so first chapter done, thanks to those who have spent their time to read this, it is much appreciated.
Constructive criticism please and if you have any questions about the blitz then feel free to ask and I might be able to help.
AND also spread the word of my tales to lands a far from here. (but not to far i dont want troll hate mail)
May the emperor be with you furry brothers and sisters.