"Good evening, fellow adventurers. My name is Hunter Ben-Rowan, or at least that's what I've thought my whole life." He turns and looks at the chestnut-haired boy sitting next to him. "If Rowan is our uncle, what's our surname?"
The other boy shakes his head. "We'll discover that somewhere in our journey. That's the reason we're taking it, remember, to find out who we really are, who's really our father, and what happened to our mother." He nods toward the front. "Go on, finish the story. You insisted on telling it ...so, tell it."
"Fine! Where was I? Oh, yeah ... my whole life pertains to the last seventeen years, because just recently that's how old I turned, along with my twin brother here, Chase. That's also when we found out our father, Rowan Ben-Isaac, wasn't really our father, but our uncle," Hunter explains, using his hands in twirls and flicks to express his words.
"Confusing, isn't it?" Chase interjects.
"Tell me about it." Hunter runs a hand through his shaggy blond hair. "Just when a couple boys finally turn old enough to adventure out on their Name Day journeys, something they've look forward to since they were wee lads, instead finds out their whole lives has been a lie."
"Well, technically not everything's been a lie." Chase cuts his coffee-colored eyes at him. "That's really the only part that's been fabricated."
"Fabricated?" Hunter narrows his sharp blue eyes at his brother. "Who talks like that?"
"Just get on with the story, Hunter. We've got to get back to the real adventure."
"I was doing very well, but you keep interrupting me."
Chase throws both hands in the air as a sign of surrender. "Please, by all means continue." He ran his hands across his lips as if to sign they've been zipped. "Not another word."
Hunter laughed. "Yeah, well, if you've closed them, you couldn't have said any of that last line. You're supposed to make that sign after you've quit talking."
Rolling his eyes, Chase sighs.
"Okay, okay." Hunter looks forward once more. "Where was I again? Oh, yeah ...So, anyway, we find out we're not who we thought we were, our fath... I mean, our uncle, Rowan can't technically send us out on our Name Day journeys, 'cause that's something only father's can do, and, well, you get what I'm sayin' ... so, instead he gives us a letter from our dead mother ..."
"That's not nice to refer to her that way," Chase interrupts.
"I thought you weren't talking anymore."
"Say something sweet and respectful like ...our dearly departed mother, our lovely mother who's life was cut too short, or something like that. Don't just be crass and say 'dead'. That's just ...too morbid."
"Do you want to tell the story instead?" Hunter scowled at Chase.
Chase smiled, sat up straight and folded his hands in his lap. "Thank you, I thought you'd never ask." He looks straight ahead. "As my brother so heartily, yet ineptly, began ...our plans were abruptly changed and we instead ventured into the unknown, in search of the unknowing, and along the way have had some very interesting encounters."
Hunter's jaw dropped and his mouth popped open.
"So, without further delay, my brother and I would like to invite you along with us. Periodically, we will stop by and share a little of our journey with you here. However, we can't stay long, we've got a lot to achieve and many things to discover. Thank you for stopping by and have a fantastic day."
Hunter snaps his lips shut, lets out a snort and crosses his arms over his chest.
Till next time,
~Hunter & Chase
