I updated this pretty fast because I also had this written down to go along with the first chapter, this is from Tempest's point of view and throughout the story I'll be going from Tempest's POV to Fiontan's POV.
TEN YEARS LATER: TEMPEST
Looking down from the tree I was crouched in, I quietly slipped the small, brown, nettle thread package out of my belt pouch. I placed it in the palm of my left hand which was covered in my favourite item of clothing, my fingerless, brown, leather gloves.
I smiled to myself as I pulled my arm back."Ready." I whispered to myself, waiting for my target to walk in range."Aim." My smile got even wider."FIRE!" I cried and with all my might, I threw the small, brown, squishy thing in my hand.
I have exceptionally good aim so, of course it hit right where I wanted it to. The middle of my best friend's forehead. I immediately used my long legs to my advantage and leaped from the low branch I had been balancing on, towards a higher one.
I stretched out and got a firm grip on a good, thick branch that wouldn't give way. I let my momentum carry me as I swung as high as I could, and the world spun as I flipped myself into a sitting position on the branch. Looking around, I saw that my new branch also had more cover from leaves both above and beneath me. I stood up and walked along my new perch, I could feel the rough texture of the bark beneath my bare feet. Well, almost bare feet. If you counted leather straps. I didn't. I peeked through one of the bigger gaps in the leaves, still grinning so wide I thought surely my face would split in half.
My best friend, Ora Espada, was standing, frozen. She was shell shocked enough that she hadn't yet noticed the sticky liquid dripping down from her face onto her long blonde plait. The brown package I had thrown was made of a water tight material called nettle thread and contained a pretty nasty concoction of sour coconut milk, tree sap, wet mud and banana slug slime. Before I had thrown it, I had cut holes all over it with one of my two daggers that were now hanging at my sides. So that when the little slimy, sappy, muddy, smelly package hit Ora's head, it squirted all over her face.
It was obvious she made a grab for the thing that had just smacked her in the head but that just squished out more of the disgusting stuff. The look on her face was priceless and I just couldn't help giggling just a little bit. I regretted it instantly. Ora whirled in my direction. I quickly backed away from the gap I had been looking through and swung myself up onto another limb of the old tree." TEMPEST TRUENO TORMENTA!" Ora's voice boomed. 'd used my full name, that couldn't be good." WHERE ARE YOU!? COME HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!"
I could hear her storming off the path and into the dense brush, getting closer to me with every step. When she stopped, she was standing next to the tree I was perched in. I leaned forward, looking down at her. She was standing with her arms folded and her mouth was set in an angry line.
She was looking around, scanning the trees as well as the area around them. Ora shifted and stepped out of my field of vision. I leaned over a little more an- "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" My arms windmilled as I fell off my branch, the leaves and twigs whipping me across my face. The ground rushed up to meet me faster than I expected it to, and soon I landed on the forest floor with a thud. The air rushed out of me in a huff as my back hit the ground. Man, falling out of a tree hurts. The great trees seemed to spin in my vision, like the fabled spirits of the forest had become real and brought the trees to life.
Wait, I could see a face looming above me. Maybe the spirits had brought the trees to life! Oh, spirit of the forest! I worship you in all your glory! I vow to-"Gah!" I gasped when I realised that the face above was no spirit at all, it was Ora. In fact, her face was so close to mine that my disgusting mixture was dripping off of her onto my cheek. Her voice was deadly calm as she spoke.
"You are so dead, Tempest. Dead. Do you hear me? You got mud in my hair. You are going to pay for that." Crap. When Ora says you're in trouble then you know you're in trouble. "Come on, Ora! It was just a little joke! I thought you loved things like this! I thought you would be proud of me?" I said while picking myself up off the ground. "Tempest! Does it look like I am proud of y- holy Mother Nature!" She exclaimed halfway through chewing me out. She was looking at something in the sky above my head." Ora? What's wrong?" I asked.
Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were so wide I thought they'd pop out of their sockets. All in all, not a good look for her. I turned around and followed her gaze and immediately saw what she was looking at. A gasp made it's way out of my mouth. Above the tree tops was a...well, a...I didn't know what it was.
It was metal with black markings on the side. Glowing blue lights shone on the bottom and little black wheels were tucked in beside them. It looked like some sort of bird but it was bigger than any bird I had ever seen. "What in the name of all things living is that?!" I gasped.
"I-I don't know!" Ora replied. The metal bird was flying lower and lower until the tree tops were swaying in its wake. Wait a second, it was going to land...in the village!
"Ora! The tribe! It's going to land in the village! We've got to go, come on!"
Ora nodded and we took off running in the direction of our home.
Okay, so I tried to think of a surname for Tempest and Ora but I was completely stumped so I went on google translate and got the names from that. Ora's surname, Espada is actually Spanish for sword, Tempest's middle and last names are Spanish as well. Trueno is Spanish for thunder and Tormenta is Spanish for storm, so her name actually reads Tempest Thunder Storm. Weird huh? And in the first
Chapter I introduced you all to Dahlia Malus. Malus is Latin for evil. And yes, most of the surnames in this fanfic will be something in another language. Remember to review, review , REVIEW!