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So, will Arthur be seeing "Amelige" anytime soon?

Chapter 2

"What the hell is this?" Arthur snapped.

The next morning, Francis was lying in bed in his tent, coughing roughly. His entire face was red, and his eyes were droopy.

"He's sick, sir." A party member Thomas told Arthur. "I think the fish he ate had something in it."

"My food... I want my French cuisine back!" Francis wailed dramatically. "This is just about as worse as British food!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well what are we supposed to do? We can't go hunt without knowing where to go! He's our only guide!"

"We can always scout out a route ourselves until he gets better." Gilbert suggested, smirking.

Arthur eyed Gilbert. "I suppose we can, but we can't send our entire party out."

"Well how about the both of us?" Gilbert asked. "We can split up."

The Englishman exhaled through his nose. "Alright, fine. The minute you find any sort of route we can follow, signal me with a gunshot, and I'll do the same."

"Sound good to me. Let's go!" Gilbert cried.

"Boys, make sure Francis recovers. We'll need him tomorrow." Arthur ordered his party.

"Yes, sir!"

Arthur grabbed his pistol and set out with Gilbert.

"You were gone an awfully long time yesterday." Gilbert told Arthur. "I doubt someone like you would fall asleep in a new environment, especially when you don't know the terrain."

"You're a pretty sharp observer." Arthur replied harshly.

"So what were you really doing?" Gilbert pressed.

"I was... preoccupied." Arthur told him curtly.

"Arthur Kirkland, the young sailor and hunter preoccupied? That's a hoot." Gilbert laughed.

"You know what else is a hoot?" Arthur snapped. "You believed that ridiculous Ghost Warrior tale."

"Unlike you, the awesome me has a great sense of adventure." Gilbert sneered. "You just stick to facts and figures, while I tend to go out on a limb. You need to learn how to live. And by live, I mean do something awesome, not believe in storybook fairies."

"Tch...! How did you find out about that!?" Arthur cried.

"I have ears everywhere." Gilbert smirked proudly.

Not only that, but I heard him talk about fairies in his sleep last night.

"Well, I'll go left, and you'll take right." Gilbert told Arthur as they approached the wooded area.

"You are in no position to be making orders, Gilbert." Arthur barked, already upset that Gilbert of all people found out his fairy secret. "You go right, and I'll go left. Understood?"

"Yes, sir! The awesome me will find a route quicker than you can say Tinkerbell!" Gilbert replied mockingly.

With that, Gilbert marched into the forest, his laughing echoing back.

"If he keeps that up, I may have to have a guillotine exported to England from France." Arthur muttered before entering the forest on the left side.

As he began his search, the weird man Amelige popped into his mind.

That bastard... I can't believe he kissed me and then spoke English. What was that? He probably never had any proper training in etiquette.

Arthur trudged along in deep thought. Not paying attention to his surroundings was a huge mistake. A sudden growl made Arthur freeze in his tracks. He looked up to see a huge grizzly bear about six feet away from him, its teeth bared.

"Christ...!" Arthur took a step back in shock.

The bear continued to growl, albeit more ferociously.

That thing might attack me. I'll never let some animal intimidate me and make me run in cowardice!

Arthur took out his handy pistol, aiming it at the bear.

"This bear will be the first hunt for fur..." Arthur whispered to himself, cocking the gun.

"Halewista!" A familiar voice cried.

Arthur already pulled the trigger, the bullet pelting the bear in its chest. The bear roared in pain, falling on its side to reveal three baby cubs staring at their mother.

Arthur was a bit shaken, then he felt a strong grip on his wrist.

"Ow!" Arthur winced, dropping the gun.

"What have you done?"

Arthur turned his head to see the man from yesterday, Amelige. He looked extremely angry, and tears were forming in the edges of his eyes.

"She didn't do anything to you!" Amelige shouted in Arthur's face. "She wasn't going to hurt you! She was only protecting her cubs, making sure a possible predator wouldn't get them!"

Arthur began to tremble, tears forming in his own eyes. This is the first time Arthur ever lost his composure in front of anyone. The pure hurt in Amelige's eyes made his heart wrench in regret.

"I...I'm sorry." Arthur whispered.

Amelige yanked Arthur over to the fallen bear.

"Nehi uha tla no adanvto! You are no different from the other pale men who have entered this forest. You kill for pleasure and for greed, not for survival! I warned you to stay out of this forest! Look at her! Look!"

Arthur stared at the dying animal, his tears running over.

"I... I... I..." Arthur couldn't form any words. The Englishman has hunted and killed before and didn't have any regrets, but looking down at the animal made him feel shameful.

Amelige shoved Arthur to the side and squatted next to the bear. He lifted his hands over the bullet wound and closed his eyes, chanting softly.

"Fur and feather and scale and skin. Different without but the same within. Strange of body but one of soul. Through all creatures are the Gods made whole."

A soft green light came from his hands, and the wound instantly healed.

"What on Earth...?" Arthur couldn't finish his sentence. Arthur may believe in fairies, but he couldn't believe that a mere mortal could perform such magic.

Amelige stood up and glared at Arthur. "If I didn't show up when I did, these cubs wouldn't have a mother to take care of them."

"I'm sorry..." Arthur was still trembling.

Amelige studied Arthur. "I want you to come with me for a while."

"What? Why?" Arthur asked, his paranoia edging back.

"You have no idea how precious life is, do you?" Amelige asked.

Arthur remained silent, Gilbert's words about actually living a life coming back to him.

"I thought so." Amelige scoffed. "I want to show you what a life is. So come with me."

Entranced by Amelige, Arthur slowly nodded in agreement. He bent down to retrieve his pistol, but Amelige stopped him.

"You won't be needing that thing." He told him.

Arthur's eyes narrowed, still not used to other people ordering him around. Amelige met Arthur's glare with an even stronger one. The Englishman couldn't hold the silent battle up.

"Fine." Arthur snapped. "But don't get used to me being so passive. I'm not one to be messed with."

"Neither am I, pale man." Amelige replied. "And neither are the Cherokee, my people."

Amelige grabbed Arthur's wrist and dragged him along.

This "Cherokee" he speaks of must be as strange as him. Arthur thought to himself. I mean, look at his clothing. His trousers look like they are made from extremely cheap fabric, and he isn't wearing a shirt for heaven's sake! Also, the paint on his face is extremely peculiar. Paint is for art. And his shoes... what are they?

"What do your people call you?" Amelige asked abruptly, snapping Arthur from his thoughts.

"What?" Arthur said, confused.

"What do the pale men call you." Amelige repeated. "You already know that I am called Amelige."

"Oh, do you mean my name?" Arthur clarified.

"Name? I guess so...?" Amelige replied, baffled at the word "name".

"Oh. My name is Arthur Kirkland." The Englishman replied.

"You have two of these "names"?" Amelige titled his head.

"Why, yes I do. The other name, "Kirkland", is my surname. My ancestors before me have had the name Kirkland. It's sort of an identity."

"Identity, huh?" Amelige mused, having no idea what a "surname" was. "My name Amelige has always been my identity."

"Speaking of identity, what the hell did you do yesterday?" Arthur asked, his shock returning.

"What I did?" Amelige repeated.

"Yes! You came out of nowhere speaking complete rubbish, but then you kissed me, and now you speak English. What was that all about?" Arthur snapped.

Amelige tilted his head again. "I don't know what a "kiss" is. Do you mean when my mouth touched yours?"

"Yes, goddamn it!" Arthur huffed.

"I had no idea what you were saying." Amelige explained. "And whenever my mouth touches someone else's who is speaking a foreign tongue, I learn that language in seconds. However, I am not knowledgeable of all the words in this strange "English" of yours."

"Clearly." Arthur muttered. "So, how old are you anyway?"

Amelige laughed. "I am not old yet! Many suns and moons will pass until I am old!"

"No, not "old" as in grey hair and wrinkly skin!" Arthur told him, frustrated. "I mean "old" as in age!"

"Age?" Amelige repeated. "Well, I am ten and nine years."

"Ten and nine... so you're nineteen." Arthur concluded.

"Nineteen? Is that how English speaking people count years?" Amelige asked.

"Why yes it is." Arthur replied.

"So, what is your age?"

"According to you, twenty and three years."

"Twenty? You mean two ten and three years? So that means you are... twoteen?" Amelige asked innocently.

This time, Arthur chuckled. "You don't know the correct way of counting, do you?"

"Not in your language." Amelige pointed out. "That is another problem with the pale men. They believe that just because we are different from them, we are beneath them."

"It's not that." Arthur shrugged. "It's just that it appears that wherever you live, it's uncivilized."

Amelige stopped walking, causing Arthur to bump into him.

"Hey, what's the problem?" Arthur asked.

"Uncivilized, you say?" Amelige said rather coldly. "Just because we don't wear ridiculously stiff clothing and do different things, we are uncivilized?"

"My clothing isn't stiff!" Arthur protested, tugging at his own shirt.

"You haven't seen any other type of civilization outside of your own, right?" Amelige asked. "Let me show you my people."

Amelige resumed tugging Arthur forward.

"I can walk fine on my own!" Arthur snapped.

"We're nearing my home. If they see you without me, they will capture you and maybe even kill you." Amelige explained to the Englishman. "So stay close."

Arthur sighed, yielding to the Native American once again.

Just who are these "Cherokee"?

"Arthur!" Gilbert called into the forest.

He had heard a gunshot and then some yelling. Now he couldn't locate Arthur at all.

"Come out! The awesome Gilbert is getting tired!" He called.

Just then, Gilbert tripped over something and fell flat on his face.

"What the hell?" Gilbert seethed. "Who dared trip me?"

He rolled over to find Arthur's pistol.

"What...? Surely he wouldn't leave without this..."

Gilbert picked the weapon up and continued to look around on the ground. He could spot three different types of trails. One was undoubtedly Arthur's footprints, one he could decipher as bear prints, but the third pair belonged to another human.

"Just what is going on here?" Gilbert wondered.

With several scenarios of what could've happened to Arthur in his mind, Gilbert set off again to search for Arthur.

A cliffhanger! Yessss! :3

Translations

Halewista!- Stop!

Nehi uha tla no adanvto!- You have no heart!

I hope you have enjoyed chapter 2! Reviews are loved and appreciated. There will be more coming soon, so stay tuned! Ja ne~! :3

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