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Chapter 1: Goddess.
The girl stared at the sun reflected on the lake below, not sparing a glance at the blonde haired man who approached the hill where she stood. On first glance the man looked to be a little eccentric, if not crazy, to be wearing an all black ensemble in the bright noonday sun. His outfit included a poet's shirt, tight pants, knee-high boots, and a long cape that trailed along the ground as he walked towards her. But when one looked closer, one saw how fitting he looked in his attire, with his handsome face and strong lean build. Looking even closer at that face, one would almost cry out in pain at the deadened look in those mismatched eyes of blue and brown.
Finally reaching the top of the hill, the man snapped at the girl, "Why did you call me here?" The girl finally looked at the man, taking notice of his anger and the way he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. She did not speak a word about the disrespectful tone in his voice, but it was quickly proven that she did not have to as another voice rang out.
"Watch your tone as ye speak to The Lady. She is nay one of your subjects, Goblin King. Ye are hers and will address her with the proper respect."
The new speaker strode up the hill from the opposite side. She was a woman, tall and lithe, with fiery red hair cropped close to her head. She wore a leather vest and a skirt that flared out mid thigh. Around her arms wore bands that had two short knives tucked inside, and matching daggers were on tucked inside of her skirt. Over her shoulder, a matching broadsword completed the collection of the woman's visible weapons, but from the way she walked and stood it was obvious that she had more weapons than those five blades.
Upon reaching the two figures, the woman reached for her broadsword and approached the girl. Dropping to bended knee, the woman offered her sword hilt first to the girl and whispered, "My lady, your Sword is yours to command." The girl smiled at the woman and whispered, "Morgan, you speak as if I have cause to doubt you. But we both know this isn't so, you are my oldest friend, and do not have to swear your allegiance every other day."
Rising to her full height, Morgan nodded and smiled at the young girl, flipping her sword so she caught the hilt in one hand, then whirled around to the Goblin King. Holding her sword to his throat, Morgan again told him, "Address her with the proper respect, or I will give ye lessons in manners."
"Morgan, please-," the girl started, but stopped when the man dropped to his own knee and took her hand.
"Goddess, I do apologize for my tone and words, and I am grateful that you have given me this unexpected audience," the man said, with his forehead pressed to the back of her hand.
To be Continued…
Author note: well I've kind of left you a cliffhanger here. Who is this goddess and what does she want. To find out you have to read the next chapter of Path To Hearts Desire. But while you're waiting for that chapter, send me a review. Bye.
