Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Background Information
Salutations, My name is Will Parker. I am thirteen years old, and live with my mother and father in a lovely town named Wherton. My best friend, also my cousin, is named Jack. He just recently saved me from a major beating from my other cousin, who absolutely hates me. His name is Henry.
If you're wondering why I was about to get a whooping here's how it all happened. I took the Watch out of the drawer in my father's bedroom, which is forbidden, and wore it outside. When Henry saw it he tried to take it away. Although he is the same age as me, he is quite more muscular and taller than I. Luckily Jack saw the fight and gave the Watch back to me. He then helped me put the watch back into place, so no one will ever notice that I took it. I will be sad when Jack becomes a man at the capping, for he's the only friend I have. It's only for a year though, for I will become a man, with Henry next year.
If you're wondering why I was about to get a whooping here's how it all happened. I took the Watch out of the drawer in my father's bedroom, which is forbidden, and wore it outside. When Henry saw it he tried to take it away. Although he is the same age as me, he is quite more muscular and taller than I. Luckily Jack saw the fight and gave the Watch back to me. He then helped me put the watch back into place, so no one will ever notice that I took it. I will be sad when Jack becomes a man at the capping, for he's the only friend I have. It's only for a year though, for I will become a man, with Henry next year.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Capping Day
Today all boys and girls who are now the age of fourteen are going to be capped. When my family and I went to church this morning, for today is a holiday, we listened to the typical preaching of the rights and duties of manhood. This time Sir Geoffrey didn't preach about womanhood because no girls were going to be capped. In fact Jack is the only person to be capped in the whole village today.
After church we went to stand with the rest of the village in the streets to wait for the arrival of the tripods. People capped and uncapped watch. Also the Vagrants watch. The Vagrants are people who the capping does not work on. It seems that the Vagrants just wallow in their own thoughts all the rest of their lives.
As the tripod came, a huge dome of metal with three legs, a loud stomping sound was heard. Sir Geoffrey bowed down to the great monster. One of the tentacles then swooped Jack up and he went inside the large silver dome.
As we went to the Capping Feast, Jack was returned. He looked the same except for his shaved head and metal cap on his head. We all celebrated his becoming of a man and gorged ourselves on the Great Feast.
The next day I took some time alone and thought about the capping. It was mostly an aspect of life. Everyone got capped, but I didn't understand why the tripods had the right to take us away and cap us, let alone why they did it. What difference would it make if we had caps on our head or not?
After church we went to stand with the rest of the village in the streets to wait for the arrival of the tripods. People capped and uncapped watch. Also the Vagrants watch. The Vagrants are people who the capping does not work on. It seems that the Vagrants just wallow in their own thoughts all the rest of their lives.
As the tripod came, a huge dome of metal with three legs, a loud stomping sound was heard. Sir Geoffrey bowed down to the great monster. One of the tentacles then swooped Jack up and he went inside the large silver dome.
As we went to the Capping Feast, Jack was returned. He looked the same except for his shaved head and metal cap on his head. We all celebrated his becoming of a man and gorged ourselves on the Great Feast.
The next day I took some time alone and thought about the capping. It was mostly an aspect of life. Everyone got capped, but I didn't understand why the tripods had the right to take us away and cap us, let alone why they did it. What difference would it make if we had caps on our head or not?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Ozymandias
Today as I was in the den that Jack had had passed down to me, after the capping of course, and some one came in. A Vagrant named Ozymandias had been following me. I had met him a few days a go when he came wandering in to Wherton. He was a Vagrant and was obviously capped. He started to talk to me and was very friendly, but as soon as my father came to know that his son was becoming friends with a vagrant he wouldn't let me go near the Vagrant House. The Vagrant House is a large building where the Vagrants live in, until they move on to the next village.
Ozymandias asked me if I knew anything about being capped, I answered that I knew most of it. The tripods shave your head then put a silver cap on your head. He told me I was very wrong. I learned that, first, Ozymandias wasn't a Vagrant, he wasn't even capped at all. The piece of metal that he wore was taken from a dead body. He explained that when you are capped the tripods then have control over your mind. He then told me of a place where there were no tripods, it was called the White Mountains. He gave me a map that showed the way to the mountains and also gave me a compass. I now am ready. Ready to make my journey to a land where there are no tripods. A journey to the white mountains.
Ozymandias asked me if I knew anything about being capped, I answered that I knew most of it. The tripods shave your head then put a silver cap on your head. He told me I was very wrong. I learned that, first, Ozymandias wasn't a Vagrant, he wasn't even capped at all. The piece of metal that he wore was taken from a dead body. He explained that when you are capped the tripods then have control over your mind. He then told me of a place where there were no tripods, it was called the White Mountains. He gave me a map that showed the way to the mountains and also gave me a compass. I now am ready. Ready to make my journey to a land where there are no tripods. A journey to the white mountains.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Healing
Last night as Henry and I were making our journey to the white mountains, Henry thought that someone was following us. As we broke into a run a stone flew out of under my shoe, and I lost footing. My ankle twisted painfully and I collapsed onto the ground. I heard the footsteps coming closer and then as I tried to get away a piece of wool rubbed against my face. We had been running from little, harmless, white sheep. In this darkness we had not noticed that we were in the middle of a sheep pasture. My foot was throbbing so hard that I new it would take more than one day to heal.
Along the way we had seen an abandoned cottage. Henry gave me a fire man's lift, stopping every so often to rest. When he plopped me down on a pile of hay I conked out.
The next morning I groggily woke up and looked around the cottage I was in. Then I noticed that I was totally alone. Henry was nowhere in sight. Then I looked at the spot where I had dropped my stuff and nothing was there. That no good rat had gone off without me and had taken my sack with all my food. Then I heard some one calling for me. When I looked outside Henry was there. It had turned out that he had gone to town to steal some food. He had taken my sack to carry stuff in. Actually Henry might not be that bad after all.
As I lay on my bed of hay I think about my journey that I am going on. I wonder what it will be like with no caps and no tripods. I know it will be a very different life. A life in the White Mountains.
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