I have no idea if there are actually dogs in Alagaesia - so let's pretend that there aren't, okay? I've read some fics where they get Rhunon (the sword-maker) to get past her oath again when there's a perfectly good green sword - Tamerlein. Enjoy chapter two!
P.S.: I'm using Bella, not Enori, as her name because she's almost two different people in two different worlds.
P.P.S.: I want to have a different title. Please tell me if you've got an idea for a different one!
The boy nodded, as if in agreement. "It fits." His eyes ran over Bella's body, examining her thoroughly.
"Huh?" Bella cocked her head to the side, like Delos did whenever he was curious.
"Bella means pretty," explained the boy. "You're hot."
Bella knew that elven beauty captivated humans, so she wasn't that surprised. "Sure. What's your name?"
The boy grinned at her and said proudly, "The name's Tom. I chose it myself. My given name was Bob. Plain Bob. I changed it when Mom died." His smile faltered. He looked at his wrist, though nothing was there. "We should get going." He sounded embarrassed, but of what, Bella did not know.
She nodded, shrugging. He led the way to the airport, where they had metal birds that flew people across land and water. They were like dragons, but they weren't alive, and the people sat inside the metal birds.
They got tickets, and only had one mishap: Bella had her sword, and it would not go through security. She ended up drawing it on them, and they let her go, once she had disarmed them all in less than a minute.
The flight was fast, but not as fast as by dragon. Bella missed Delos desperately, so much so that it felt like he took half her heart with him. She wondered how he was doing, as well as the rest of Alagaësia. Bella would not meet the famous Nasuada now.
Bella and Tom did not talk through the whole flight, and soon it landed. She split up the remainder of the money, giving half to him.
Seattle was large, so she decided to run to wherever her feet took her. She soon reached a place called Forks, a small and relatively clean town. She felt as if she could live there.
She searched the thoughts of the townsfolk, wondering where she could go to find a place to stay. She knew, by Earth standards, she looked to be seventeen, young enough to still be in training to – she wasn't sure what, but it was training. They called it school. And the place she needed to go to get a place to stay was the police station. They would help her with other things too. Bella pushed open the door to the small police station, jumping at the bell that sounded as it opened.
There was a man sitting at the desk at the front of the room. "What do you want?" he asked. His voice was gruff, as if he didn't want to deal with her right now. "Pretty lasses like you don't come 'round here often."
Bella dropped her head, as if in sadness. "I need a place to stay," she admitted.
The man instantly softened. "You one of those foster kids who ran away?" He sounded nice now, willing to take time for the poor girl he saw before him.
Bella did not know what a foster kid was, so she just nodded. "I'm seventeen, so whoever gets me won't be stuck with me for long." She had cut herself off from his mind, silencing his thoughts. She didn't want to be different, knowing everyone's personal lives.
"I'll take care of you," the man said. He reached a hand out, but Bella did not know what to do. She just stared at his hand until he retracted it awkwardly. He coughed. "I'm Charlie Swan. What's your name?"
"Bella" was the only answer she had. No last name. "I don't remember anything," she explained. "I woke up a month ago, in Phoenix. I got here, and it seemed safe. Other places didn't, so this was a sanctuary."
Charlie nodded. "I understand. You'll be Bella Swan. I'll sign you up for high school today. It's Saturday, so you've got until Monday to get used to Forks."
Bella smiled in thanks. "I'll explore," she said, resting a hand on her sword, Támerlein. "Is there anywhere I can spar with others? I don't want to lose my edge."
Charlie looked around before leaning closer to Bella and saying, "There's an underground fighting arena. I'm sure you can fight there. It's in the abandoned warehouse off Main street."
"Thanks," Bella said, heading out the door. She stopped and turned around. "Where do you live?"
He scrawled down his address and handed the scrap of paper to her. "Be back by ten o'clock," he ordered. "I want your info so I can sign you up for school."
"Sure." Bella was out the door before anything else could be said. She went to Main and quickly found the seemingly abandoned warehouse.
She entered warily, keeping one hand on her sword. There were many boys, aged from fourteen to thirty, and only a few girls. Bella raised her chin proudly, daring anyone to approach her.
They boy at the entrance asked, "May I see your sword? It needs to fitted for a block."
She glared at him. "I have a block." Unsheathing her sword, she muttered, "Gëuloth du knífr," running her fingers down both sides of the blade very quickly – quick enough for the boy to be unsure of what he was seeing. She held the blade out to the boy, signaling for him to test the edges. He did so, shocked to find an excellent block. She smiled as he told her to go ahead.
"Who would like to challenge me?" The speaker was a burly man with a curved sword. He looked very strong but slow. Her chances were good.
"I would." Bella's voice was strong and clear as she walked proudly up to the man. "I challenge you to a duel."
"Your name?" he asked. "I am the Grim Reaper."
"Bella" was her calm answer.
The Grim Reaper chuckled. "No, your fight name."
Bella thought a minute, then grinned with a sparkle in her eyes. "Shur'tugal," she hissed.
The man nodded, holding his sword at the ready. Bella did the same with Támerlein, a wicked smile on her face.
"Go!" shouted a person who seemed to be in charge.
The Grim Reaper lunged first. Bella ducked out of the way easily, parrying his blade away. He recovered, and swung at her head. She blocked his blade with hers, using as much force as possible. It left a dent in the other sword, leaving it stuck on Támerlein. She yanked at her sword, pulling the other weapon from the Grim Reaper's hand. She shook off the other blade and swiftly brought her own to her enemy's throat.
"Too easy," she scoffed, kicking away the enemy sword as she lowered her blade. She stepped back, turning her back though her instincts screamed otherwise.
Bella heard the blade before she felt it. It hit the back of her knees with enough force to make her fall back and hit her head on the cement floor.
Voila! Chapter two, complete with a cliffie. Please review with some content - I want feedback, and I haven't got any yet!
Gëuloth du knífr - Dull the knife
Shur-tugal - Dragon Rider
