It rained. It Rayned..! But even with all that, Raanan was still curious about the magic that his pencil held. He had drawn a few things already, including an apple (edible, too! tasted quite nice), a chair (a rather small one), a bay of hale and a grasshopper that jumped off right when it was brought to life. Rayne frowned, and started to doodle an umbrella for the rain that splattered outside - not that he was going out the door anyways.
One of his friends suggested making a coin out of rare material with it, and Rayne was anxious to do it. In fact, he was anxious to do anything that could change the lifestyle of his family, whether it being rich, being the kingdom's new royalty, and so on. After all, he was warned to be careful with his gift. Though he tried it. On the sandy patches near his home, he doodled a coin. Without moments after finishing, a small glow surrounded the drawing, the glow eventually becoming so bright it covered Rayne's doodle. A quick moment passed, and the glow was swept away, and in its place was a glittering gold coin. Rayne picked it up and stared at it in awe.
I made a coin! A gold coin! His mind squealed, as he cautiously held onto both his pencil and his newly given golden coin. If it's really gold... that'd be amazing! Rayne's mind thought wistfully. Staring down at the sand patch, it looked as if it was untouched. Crouching down, he continued to draw coins in the sand, and the process of them transforming into a real life object cycled.
After a while, Rayne was bursting back home with a sack full of coins, silver crowns, fine silk robes and items that the kingdom royalty would be sporting. "Guess what I have!" He announced, and he placed the sack on the dinner table. "A nice sack of goodies! Isn't that cool?" He added, and his mother curiously sauntered downstairs, raising an eyebrow.
"Gold coins? Real, gold coins?" She asked, her faced looking shocked. "How-- your pencil, wasn't it?" She suddenly snapped, taking the heavy sack off the table once she realized, and with a strong force, threw it into the corner. "Raanan, you've been given a warning to use your pencil with a wise mind! Do we really need these 'goodies'? I've told you to be cautious with these, several hundred times!" Rayne's mother hissed, and Rayne frowned.
"But what's an apple going to do to me?" Rayne replied, wincing. Why was his mother acting so furious about such a little topic? A topic that wasn't such a big deal - he wasn't controlling a living being, or anything!
"That's besides the point, Rayne. You didn't draw an apple this time. This time, you got a bag full of precious riches that could turn your mind selfish, you hear me?" Her mother growled. "Take more cautious when using your pencil! It could cause harm to not only you but everyone around you! It was a gift, and you shouldn't abuse that gift of yours."
Raanan's face turned as fierce as his own mother's, and he shook his head aggressively. "You don't understand! This could help with our family so much! Affording things now would be a breeze, and you're unhappy?" Rayne sighed, and he frowned yet again. "Why can't you be happy about this for once? I'm just tired of the fact that every single day you tell me that I should be more cautious, but I just want to make both you and I happy!"
"Forget it. I'm going back upstairs, Rayne." Raanan's mother hissed, shaking her head. "If you're ready to forgive me, tell me soon. I'll be waiting." She added, and made her way for the stairs.
"Never!" Rayne snapped suddenly. His mother glanced back at him. "I don't care anymore - I've got a pencil that could make anything I want appear! Let me be -- I'm leaving. And I'll never forgive you, because when I'm older, you'll be bowing down to me!" Rayne squeaked, and he stormed out the door, leaving his childhood in ashes.
The muddy grounds of the swamp and skinny trees surrounded Rayne, as shadows creeped along the edges. It had been, what? Several days? Maybe even a week? Far enough that it would take a while for anyone he knew to discover him.
Raanan had stormed off from home, still young but too naive to care, but everything he needed was kept inside his handy pencil of his. Rayne had to admit -- he felt twinges of remorse, but he was tired of the way his mother kept on with their repetitive reminders, ones that had no use to Rayne.
Stars were sprinkled along the sky, and Rayne stopped to rest. Really, the pencil could give him anything, but the emotions of weariness couldn't be stopped with a quick picture within moments. Though now, Rayne needed a safe place to stay. Doodling a makeshift house, resembling his old one in a way. It had the same wooden material, and the creaky old door. Rayne stared at his creation for a moment, before trudging off to find a different place to build another camp.