A/N: This is going to be a two to three chapter story. I'm really enjoying this story. I think it's a very cute innocent way people had to go about things then. This chapter is a smig slow for me, but it's really good I like it.
For those of you who are reading My Prince Charming and Three Million I am still working on them. Three Million has one chapter left, and My Prince charming is going to have at most 4 I think.
I sat on the ground, working on the hide I had been thinning for the past few days. I wiped the sweat from my brow, as I sat against the soft grass. My eyes turned to the large herd of cattle that was being tamed in front of me. The men all take shifts watching them, not that any of our cattle would run away. They can't fend for themselves, and they love our men. We take good care of them.
"Clary!" My mother called for me from my family's tent. I picked myself up, dusting myself off, as I wandered to my home. I slipped into the small tent, drifting towards my mom.
"Yes?" I hummed, plopping down next to her.
"You need to help me prepare dinner." She smiled, stripping the outer shells off the maize. "Cut the berries." She gestured to the basket next to me. I grabbed my knife, carefully cutting them in half. The red juices spilled over my fingers, and I sucked the sweet flavoring from my fingers. I grinned, plopping on of the red berries into my mouth. "I always love getting these here. I think it's the only place we ever find them." I hummed, holding one out for my mother.
"I'll eat later." She waved my hand away, so I ate another one. "I have been thinking..." My mother trailed off, glancing away from me.
"You've been thinking what?" I smirked teasingly, challenging her to speak her mind.
"That it was about time you laid with someone." She shrugged her shoulders, continuing to strip the outer shells of the maize.
"Like who?" I scoffed, shaking my head.
"Alec is very handsome. He would be a good father." She suggested, giving me a curious look.
"He also prefers hunters, if you hadn't noticed." I snorted, putting more berries into the opposite bowl.
"So, he could provide. He's nice." She gritted her teeth, knowing that it wasn't a valid enough reason to be with him.
"I want someone to be my mate mom. I want to be one with someone. I don't want someone to just give me their semen. I want what you and dad have. A family." I continued doing my task, knowing I wanted more then to just be with child.
"I guess that's a good thing. I just don't know when you will find someone your age, who you will like. I mean there is Mark, but I assume he'll go with Aline since her and Helena have that thing going on." She sighed, stopping what she was doing. "Maybe we could add another family who has a small flock somewhere?" She bit her lip, pondering the idea. "I think your brother is interested to you in that way, but I would consider that the last resort." She added softly.
"No, I don't like the idea of being with Jonathan." I rolled my eyes, knowing he would be difficult to be with. He is the only person in our little tribe to still hunt. I guess it's a good thing though because we don't have to kill our cattle once a week. They can live a little longer, and we can sell them to some of the farms we pass.
"He is very peculiar isn't he?" She sighed, as my father slipped into the tent.
"You aren't talking about me now." My father chuckled, holding out a piece of meat to my mother.
"This is a good piece." She took it from him and set it in a pot that was placed over the fire.
"I know. I practically had to attack Robert for this." My father grinned, sitting across from us, as he started the fire.
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Today we headed towards another common place we stayed. This area had a beautiful lake, so I was going to wash the hide I was working on. It was a long process, but it was worth it. I had a pack on my back, as we walked down the plains. "Hey." Izzy run up next to me, smiling widely.
"Hey." I grinned, holding onto the straps of my bag.
"I've been speaking to Sebastian a lot lately." She took a deep breath, glancing over at him.
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering where this was going.
"He's a good man. He could take care of me." She hummed, still watching him, as he steered a few stray calls back to the group.
"What happened to that farmer boy you were with a few moons ago." I smirked, knowing she liked most men. She wasn't extremely particular, and she wasn't a fan of having just one man, which is perfectly fine.
"We haven't seen him in forever, if he was to come with us or I stay with him I might stick with him." She snorted, rolling her eyes.
"We will be there soon. We are on our way back in two stops. Wait for him. You really enjoyed and like him." I assured her.
"Maybe your right." She shrugged her shoulder, before her face looked all confused.
"What is it?" I asked, turning my gaze towards hers. There was a lone horse riding towards us. "Is there someone on that?" I squinted my eyes, seeing a male figure fall off the beast. "Crap!" I sprinted towards the man, while my father and Robert's horse surged ahead of me. I made it to them seconds later, and slid onto the ground next to them. The man was young and covered in blood. There were gashes along his left shoulder, which blood was seeping out of. He was pale, which didn't seem quite right for his color, but I wasn't quite sure. "What happen?" I glanced over at my father, who was pressing his hands to the wounds.
"I don't know." He sighed, turning his eyes up to mine. "Can you go find some Calendula and Goldenseal this wound is infected? Robert tell the others we are setting up camp here." He ordered, as I pushed myself up to my feet. I scurried into the woods searching for two different types of pretty flowers. I hurried through the woods scouring it for these small flowers. I collapse to my knees when I find them. I dig through them, smelling them to make sure they are the right herb. This is just Calendula I still need to find Goldenseal. A little while later, I find what I need. I race back to the area where the man lain almost dead. I skid to the ground next to my father, who is rinsing the man's wounds.
"I didn't know how much you needed, so I grabbed as much as I could carry." I told him, holding it out to him.
"That's perfect, Angel." He smiled slightly at me, lifting his hands from the wound. It was a deep gash. I was hopeful that it wouldn't be as bad as it looked, but it was deep and clean. "What do you think did this?" My father asked, rising more blood away from his skin.
"It's too clean to have happened from something like us." I breathed, examining it in more detail. There were three parallel gashes. "An animal. Maybe a saber tooth?" I looked up at him for approval.
"Very good." He hummed. "See this part over here." He pointed to a discolored area in the wound. I nodded silently. "The wound is making him sick. That's what these are for." He pointed to the flowers, as he stood up, hoisting the man's good arm over his shoulder. "We are going to take him to our tent and you are going to tend to him." He told me, walking him and the man back to our home.
"Father, I've never done this alone." I quickly followed him, feeling my nerves begin to grow at the idea of healing someone on my own.
"Yes, but you have watched me plenty of time." He grunted, as he pushed through the flap of the tent.
"I prepared an extra bed right there." My mother pointed out. My father gently laid the man on the bed, and told my mother to help set up the rest of camp with him. I was left alone in our home with herbs and a dying man. It wasn't bleeding as bad. Mostly oozing. I ground up the herbs into a powder and added some water to make it a paste. It cupped it up with my hands to sooth it along the warm gashes. He flinched heavily, making me pull back my hand, as he sat up. Crap, what do I do?! He groaned loudly, reaching for his arm.
"Don't touch it!" I exclaimed, catching his hand. "You need to lie back down." I nudged his good shoulder down lightly, but he was hissing in pain.
"What happened? Who are you?" He fought me, trying to forget away the hurt in his arm.
"I am Clary. You fell off your horse in front of my herd. I'm taking care of you. Now lay down!" I said rather forcefully. "I think we have some willows bark in here." I hummed, as he finally listened to me. I dug around in my father's bag, feeling even more nervous about caring for him. I gave him the bark, and he looked at it strangely. "Chew on it. It takes away the pain." I gathered up more of the herb paste, as I held down his bad arm, and gently embedded it in the wound. He cringed in pain, which made his back lift off the ground slightly. "Sorry. Sorry." I gritted my teeth, finally covering his whole wound with the herb paste. He sagged in relief, when I drew my hand away. I dropped my hands lightly in a bucket of water to rinse the mixture of flower petals and blood off my fingers. "Is the bark working?" I asked softly, lightly laying my hand across his forehead. His skin was hot. Hotter than most.
"Yeah, I think so." He mumbled, as his eyes started shutting.
"You need to stay awake right now." I brushed his sweat covered hair away from his brow, beginning to realize how handsome he looked even though he was ill.
"Why?" He mumbled, leaving his eyes shut.
"Because you could drift to another world while you sleep, one that you are much too young to venture into." I breathed, knowing he was still a wake. He was carefully chewing the bark that was lodged in the side of his cheek.
"What does it matter if I go to another world? My whole family is already there waiting for me." His eyes opened, locking onto mine.
"We are all family under the sun and moon." I smiled faintly, stroking his hair gently. "Does it still hurt?" My eyes flicked to the wound.
"No." He inhaled a deep breath, before yawning rather forcefully.
"I'll take the willow bark back. If you have too much of it, it could kill you." I warned, as he took it out of his mouth. I plopped it in the bucket of water to clean. "If I go get you water and some food, will you still be awake when I return?" I questioned kindly.
"I will try." He mumbled softly, watching me as I got to my feet.
"I'll be right back." I brushed my legs off, and grabbed a water skin. I stepped out of the tent, seeing the rest of my clan sitting close by. "He was awake and talking he should be fine in a few days. I'm going to fetch him some water." I announced, as I walked into the woods again. There was a large pond not too far from this location, so I went there. I filled up the skin, taking a large drink for myself, before I refilled it again. Healing someone is apparently hard work. As I walked back, I gathered berries in a pouch on my clothes. I found the most succulent berries to give to him because the best pieces of food would heal him faster. When I finally arrived back at the tent, I realized the sun was setting. I was gone most of the afternoon, and my hopes of him staying conscious disappeared. I entered the tent, seeing that my family wasn't in there. There were two pelts laid out. One was occupied by the man, and the other I guess is for me.
"Your back." His voice was hoarse when he spoke, probably from a lack of water.
"I didn't mean to take so long, when I am in the woods I tend to get lost in my head." I breathed, sitting on my knees in front of him.
"It's ok you're here now." He licked his dry lips, seeming almost completely exhausted.
"Here." I tipped the head of the skin into his mouth, and he drank it greedily. It made me wonder how long he had been on that horse. Minutes? Hours? Days? His good hand reached up, squeezing the porch full of liquid, emptying it into his mouth. He sighed contently, dropping his head back down the pelt provided to him. "Better?" I asked seeing it aside, as I pulled out the fruit.
"Yes." He nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Good, here's some food." I placed half of it in his hands, and kept the other half.
"Thank you for your kindness." He whispered, bringing the berries to his mouth.
"As I said we are all-"
"Family under the sun and moon." A small grin ghosted over his lips, as he began eating. "Beautiful healer what is my family's name?" He questioned, gazing up at me with wonder glinting in his eyes.
"Clary." My name escaped my mouth in a gust of breath, feeling completely bewildered at the way he welcomed me.
"That's a pretty name. Like Clary Sage. I always like the smell of that herb." He hummed, plopping another piece of fruit into his mouth. I felt my cheeks warm in a way they hadn't before, beginning to feel slightly flustered.
"And you are?" I raised an eye brow, wondering if this was the kind of man he was.
"Jace." He told me in a soft voice.
"Now that your belly is full and your thirst quenched, you may sleep and wake to this world, not another." I said quickly, getting to my feet.
"I think I want to wake this world now." He murmured, as I settled myself on my pelt. I felt my face get even hotter, while I pulled the fur up to my neck.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! As I said there should be 2 more chapters I think. I'm learning about Homo Sapiens and the such in world history, and for once I found this stuff to be interesting.
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