I Don't Know What I'd do
Life was so…confusing now.
Before everything had happened, before escaping, before the small band of humans, before all of this, he had a purpose.
A reason to get up in the morning(not that it was useful-he barely ever slept anyway).
He lived to serve Scarlegmane, nothing more, nothing less.
But now-now he was so confused. What was he supposed to do without his Master to order him around?
The boy sighed, opening his eyes to see Wolf staring at him. He yelped, jumping from his seat slightly, before settling back down on the stump.
“Ack, sorry, sorry!” The small girl apologized quickly, writing her fingers anxiously and taking a small step back.
He shook his head. “I-it fine, no need to w-worry.” The thing that surprised him the most was the apology, usually he was simply yelled at, or hit, or blamed, or all three-usually all three.
She let out a relieved breath, then offered him a small smile. “H-hey, what’s that mark on your neck? It looks weird.” She questioned, and he chuckled softly.
“It’s scar. Ma-Scarlegmane gave, when found out I could play a few instruments, and sing little bit.” He gazed into the horizon, before glancing back down at Wolf, who was looking up at him with wonder in her eyes.
“Kipo can sing too! And play guitar-I think that’s what it’s called? I dunno,” Atlas smiled softly at her.
“Kipo! Kipo, Atlas said he can sing! And play instruments!” The pink girl glanced over at them, and smiled slightly.
“Duet! Duet, pleeeeaaaaseeeee?” Wolf looked from the boy to her sister(maybe? He wasn’t sure, but they acted like sisters), eyes big like a newborn puppy begging for treats.
“If he’s alright with it, I guess.” Kipo said with a small shrug, glancing over at him with a kind smile.
He returned it, then nodded. “Sure. Have violin?” Kipo shook her head, then grabbed the guitar that had been propped up against a small boulder.
“I have this-you can sing, I can play.” The boy nodded in agreement, and the pink girl began gently strumming the strings.
It reminded him of a melody he’d heard his Master singing once-one of the very few times Master had seemed sad, or had any emotions other then anger, really.
With a small breath, Atlas opened his mouth and let the words flow to the rhythm.
“We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather,
“But we have each other, and that’s even better.”
He closed his eyes, relaxing as the memories flooded him.
“You don’t need the sun to keep you warm when you’ve got arms,
“Wishes come,
“From you and not,
“A random shooting star.”
The strumming faltered slightly, but Atlas didn’t notice-he was too caught up in the song.
“We may not have storm clouds,
“But the sky’s always blue,
“We’ve got something special here,
“And what we have is you,”
He paused at the sound of another voice, and glanced over at Kipo, who had her eyes closed, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“What we have is you,
“What we have is you…”