Synchronicity Fanfic Chp.1 pt1

Chapter One part One:

Nostalgia

"Mama!" called a young Len. He ran up next to his mother, who was at the washbasin, cleaning the dishes. The mother turned to her son, smiling.

"Yes, Len?" The boy, who was naught but ten summers, was not smiling, however. "What's wrong?" she asked. He looked down at his feet.

"I don't know, mama. I just feel… empty. Not whole. Like there's another part of me that hasn't been with me my whole life." Len scuffed the toe of his boot on the floor. His mother sighed.

"I knew this day would come eventually. Come with me, I have something to show you." She dried her hands on an extra rag and walked into her bedroom. The curious boy followed his mother. She patted the bed, a signal for him to sit down, and he did so. The mother went to her dresser and took out a picture frame. She handed it to her son, sitting down next to him. He looked at the picture frame, and inside was a portrait of his mother, his father, and two bright blond babies, which he recognized as himself and…

"Who is the other baby?" he asked his mother without taking his eyes off the frame.

"The other is your twin sister, Len." She replied calmly.

He looked up and blinked at her. "Twin… sister?" The woman nodded.

"That's right."

She got up again and took something else out of her dresser. She clutched the bass clef pendant to her chest. She went back over to her son and slipped the pendant over his head.

"What's this?" He asked, fingering the pendant.

"This is a special pendant," she replied, "It's a part of a match." Len was a little confused.

"A… match?" The mother nodded at the portrait in response. Len looked back at the portrait and realized that the bass clef pendant was around his infant neck, while a treble clef was around the neck of his sister. He looked back at his mother.

"What's her name? The… the name of my sister?" The mother smiled at him gently- with a hint of sadness.

"Her name is…"

At that moment, Len woke up. He looked at the window of his bedroom. Light was just beginning to dawn on the earth. He quietly got up, dressed, and began packing a bag. Today is the day… He thought to himself. Once his bag was packed with all he needed- a map, an extra change of clothes, a blanket, and a smaller blanket for a pillow- he strapped his sword to his waist. It was his father's, who had died serving in the militia. A family friend had taught Len how to swordfight, who still lived in the town just below their hill. Len felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.

Great, just what I need… Nostalgia right before I leave. He shook it off and slipped his pendant over his head. He fingered it for a second, then cracked open his door. His mother was still asleep, from what he could hear. He quietly proceeded to the cupboard and took a small loaf of bread, a generous wedge of cheese- wrapping them in cloth- and a few apples. He put the food items in a small bag and set it on top of his other belongings in his rucksack.

"You're going to go get her, aren't you?" He jumped as he heard a soft voice come from behind him. He turned to face his mother.

"Yes, mother, I am." He said, a little bit saddened that she had to see him off. She nodded. In a flash, she went back into her room and was soon out again with something in her hand.

"Here," She said, holding up a small coin pouch. "It's not much, but it's enough."

Len hesitantly took the pouch, and opened it to see how much it was. Inside were at least ten pieces of silver and a few pieces of gold. Len's eyes widened.

"Mother, this is all you have! You cannot give me this!" His mother shook her head.

"It is mine to give to whom I will. I'll be fine; we've survived this long on virtually nothing." She looked up at her son, who was now sixteen summers. Tears began to well in her eyes. Len went and hugged his mother- the last time for probably a long time.

"I'll bring her home," he whispered to her, "I promise." Then, he pulled away and began down the path from the house. The mother watched him from the front doorway. Just when the road began to slope downward, Len turned and waved at his mother, as was tradition for their family. She waved back, smiling gently.

"Be careful, my son. Come home safe." She whispered as he disappeared down the hill. She wiped a tear from her eye and returned into the house.