CHAPTER ONE: COMING BACK HOME
Today is tomorrow-- it was a minute past midnight and the calendar turned from 15th of September to the 16th.
A squirrel scampered down a path to the woods after gathering nutshells when it heard the sound of carriage wheels hitting the cobblestones. The little creature ran hastily with its little feet pumping more force than it ever did.
It must have been scared for it was used to hearing automobile wheels; the creature with beady eyes and large cheeks for collecting nuts was not only accustomed to that situation but also to the natural silence lingering the woody road past midnight.
However, the dark night illuminated only by the full moon did not bother our eager passenger from travelling-- he was rather impatient to journey home from Placid Lake. Placid Lake was nothing similar to Aquilegia. (You might have guessed from now that Aquilegia is not to be referred here as flower columbine, but rather our passenger's long missed hometown.)
Of course, if you were an Aquilegian yourself, you were not to believe this scene of Mr. Logan Aiden Spier hurrying to the place where his somewhat unpleasant childhood was spent.
No one would believe it, but how glad was he to have a glimpse of the familiar birch tree he so often fell! Scratch off whatever any Aquilegian thinks, Logan mused, this is his time; his selfish time. He should only think of him.
He drew the little curtains aside and glanced down the slightly foggy window.
How glad was he to partially make out the setting on which he failed and tried again, the lamp posts, the rosebushes, the gardens, the park!
What joy he feels to be spending the Christmas Season here!
The cold air that greeted Logan's face made his cheeks warm as he opened one of the carriage windows. The young lad of merely seventeen years never took his eyes off the window and second by second his lovely lips's corners twitched up.
Not only did he gave his surroundings a look of wonder, but also pride for the developments in his old town. His town-- he has regretted not realizing it in the first place at a shorter time, it took years!
Those mere realizations of having the pleasures and pains of growing up as part of life is only a portion of it; it was when he managed to contemplate the real reason of having himself experience those unpleasantries were what set him on fire---
He did not live under the dark clouds anymore! He was to be known as The Contented Logan, cease the thoughts of a sickly, scrawny, young boy that might spring up in the native's thoughts.
Thank God, Thank God!, the lad thought, a smile gracing its way up to his face. He was a fool not to know, he should have known!
The purpose of the hardships the lad suffered was for him to learn, not abhor his entire being. Experience is indeed the best teacher! He could not have been able to succeed in placid lake if it weren't for Aquilegia.
A sudden, quite astonishing thought that popped out of Logan's head made him start.
A childhood friend. The one who is, in a way, responsible for what he is now.
She was the obstinate little girl who was not afraid to voice out her thoughts. That little girl, doubting she was still little, would be ecstatically proud of the new life the lad has been given.
"Little Drina, always the optimist." Logan chuckled as he lightly shook his head, making his dark chestnut hair hung from his serene azure eyes. " Always the one pleading me to get out of my gloomy state."
The genuine smile that once never seen its place at Logan's lips remained as the carriage drove off.
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Sensing the Christmas Spirit
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