breaking habits {cato}

Dewy Mendritzki

Leaves scurried through the air with a gust of cool air. It was his favorite time of year offering him many chances in life. Sometimes Dewy told his parents he was heading towards the training center, but he went different ways. Parents held him back telling him to live the life they wanted him to live, yet it wasn't part of his plan. The most important part of life was living how he wanted to; not how his parents wanted him to.

A thin jacket wrapped around his shoulders, and he drew it tighter with every step. The sun was just creeping over the horizon for a new day to begin, and Dewy had some plans. All his life he was interested in building things, in making weapons. Locked away in his room was a variety of items he tinkered with. It lead him to the goal of one day becoming a blacksmith to make the weapons the careers used to train with. Right now he wasn't at the age of decision, and he wanted to make his parents proud. Yet the kids bullied him. Taunted him because he wasn't good enough at fighting.

Not many people were awake during the early hours, and it was the perfect way to start his day. Every now and then someone would turn a corner, or someone would enter a shop that was just opening. He wanted a closed shop. Even a shop that was open with nobody inside, but perhaps having a store with many people inside would work better. All he needed was a few items to tinker with. Something to help him create what he was looking for, but he needed help from anther man. Someone he met before. Dewy couldn't remember his name, but he knew exactly where to look for him.

One store was blooming with early morning people, and Dewy smiled from ear to ear. This was what he was looking for. He walked inside pulling his jacket tighter around his shoulders. All he needed was a couple things he could fit beneath it. Nobody would ever notice him walking out like he had walked in. Perhaps they would think he changed his mind, but Dewy wasn't the smartest person around. Most of his life was spent running back and forth doing what he was told. It was time for him to live his own life how he wanted to.

The young male stopped in front of a shelf looking at the items. All of them were perfect and would help him create exactly what he wanted to create. Stealing was wrong, and he knew it was wrong, but he had gotten away with it so many times - what made it any different now? He reached for the cloth quickly placing it under his jacket, and he turned to walk away. His feet carried him as fast as they could towards the door. His heart was racing, but not once did he stop. He continued on without looking back.