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Chapter 1
The claymore and the girl.
'Please don't leave me?'
The tall figure turned to face the child who stared hopelessly up at her.
'Theresa, please don't leave me alone?'
She took a deep breath and firmly grabbed hold of the girl,
'How old are you Clare?'
'14'
'18, 4 years between us, what is it that you want from me? Food, housing, someone to look after you?'
'…I… I want you to love me....'
Theresa froze, not daring to look the girl in the eye.
'Why would you want that?'
She could hardly believe what the kid was saying. She was still a child, how could she possibly know that her feelings were love? This girl had no one in her life, yet she followed me around, knowing what I do.
'I'll take you with me, Kay? Just don't follow me everywhere, I have business to attend to and you need to learn to fight for yourself.'
She threw a sword to Clare and began to slowly teach her how to wield and use it properly. Oh my god, she was a natural, the way she handled the blade, as if it were no more than a balloon. The sword moved freely through the air, nothing could show any resistance to it. Unbelievable, not only a natural warrior in skill but for a child who had previously lost her entire family to yomas, her cooking was amazing. Theresa snapped out of thought when a dark man place a firm had on her shoulder.
'Well done with today's work'
'It's not like you to appear in front of guests'
'I didn't think you'd want to leave the kid.'
They exchanged glances, swiftly traded items and the man vanished. Clare put her bowl on the floor and stood up, lent over her rucksack and whipped out the tent. Within 5 minutes, she had carefully nailed the tent into the ground and set up camp properly. She collapsed onto her bed with a sigh and shut her eyes, leaving Theresa to clean the bowls.
Theresa never slept everyone new claymores didn't sleep. Her eyes and ears were open at all times, her senses needed to be alert for yomas. Some might say she was over protective, but she like to think of herself as cautious, she was just doing what she needed to keep alive. As she watched over the child, she began to think back, memories of the stories came back to her. Her mothers final words before the house had collapsed, her drunken father lying in the ruins. A tear rolled down her cheek, her eyes swam with tears, why did they have to leave her, why did everyone leave?
'Theresa-san?'