Thundercloud

Nate
I live in a small superstitious village, eider town. It's settled beside a varst estuary. In the post war days, the parents with small children told their young that the land across the estuary was forbidden, it was cursed and evil.anyone who sailed across the salty waters would leave and never return. So down the generations, it was common knowledge , not to be near the waters after evening. Mot to sail father than you could shout and hear your friend on shores answer. And never ever go out after dark. This was something all the towns folk preached and reminded the young ones of every chance they got.
Although most of the young kids didn't listen much during the day, they frolicked in the water and built castles in the wet sand. Even the teens came down in drones to slum about. Only when the sun started going down and the little ones got edgy did they return to the safety of the outskirts of the town and their homes. The teens sometimes tried to stay out past curfew but we're always seen soon after; swatted and dragged home by the scruff from a very anxious or angry parent. Even mobile phones wouldn't work near the shore, so finicky fathers and manic mothers with children who
Lived the superstitions were the majority in our town.
Then there was mr tori-Orishi, my sister Sophie and myself.
Mr. Tori-Orishi is an old white haired man that lives in a small shack which looks over his antique slash library store. Being called the house of tori-Orishi. My sister and I work for mr shi as we nicked named him. We are also his adopted family. He'd lived alone for a long time before the chance came we're he adopted us . Two orphaned at birth babes. Mr shi had taken us on immediately. He has been strict but gentle wise yet care free. At times the towns folk talked of how odd he was for taking in such strange looking baby's. He did not look unlike the other old men in the
village, but everyone knew he had once come from some other town. A place were customs were different and the way words are pronounced, bounced of the tongue instead of rolling elegantly from one syllable to the next. As the wives and other gossiping women of the town put it. Mr shi was accepted in the town only as he sold many a grand piece of furniture or antique and books. But he kept himself out of the towns folks gossip