The group trugded on, until they reached a fort, near the town of Hearta (again, i'm typing this at 2 in the moring okay?) They rented 2 rooms in the inn in Hearta, after getting rations from the fort. THey said good night and the men went into their rooms, and Ryna, Twig, and Medea were put in the other room. Ryna and Twig fell asleep imedatily, but Medea sat up, using a very intresting device she had gotten when she was in her orpahnage.
She used her fingers to syphone the thoughts from her mind into the air. They glowed golden for a few minutes, then disapeared into the closed book lying in front of her. It was a mind catcher. Like a diary, it was for your thoughts, but this one, could only be read by the one who blood bonded with it. Medea looked at the tiny hole in her finger, still left from when she had pricked it on a needle to let a drop of blood spill on the first page. If she willed it, she could turn the thoughts into words, and the would appear on the page, for her to read, or others.but only if she willed it with her mind. She ran her finger down the spine, singalling it to turn off. She felt restless, so she grabbed her polish out of her bag, and began to polish her sword. Then, she began to sharpen it. when she had thought she had compleated that, sheran a finger up it's blade, cutting it in the process.
"ow!" she wispered loudly, a single drop of her blood hit the silver shaft, and dissapeared. Medea didn't notice it, but got up and went downstairs to the cubard of the inn, trying to find a bandage.
"there you are" she said, pulling out a thin roll of cotton cloth, it wasn't very wide, maybe a fourth inch, perfect for fingers. She slowly wrapped the cloth around her finger, humming quietly a tune that her mother had sung to her. she remebered the words perfectly.
(okay get ready for this)
close your eyes
just close your eyes and dream
close youre eyes
just close your eyes darling
night has come
and day leaves
close your eyes
and dream.
for when you wake
the world will be free again
dream....
close your eyes
just close your eyes
and dream
love,the world will be free again.
just close your eyes
and dream
of love
"that's beutiful" came a voice behind her. She turned quickly, quite aware that her sword was right next to her. but it seemed that there was no need for it. It was spark.
"oh, hi"she said, now quite aware of what she DID have, a tight black tank top, and short black shorts. She looked down at her finger, then tore the bandage, and taped it. Spark looked at her now covered finger, and her sword lying next to it.
"what happened to your finger?" he asked moving to examine her sword.
"um, I cut it, on my sword by accident." Spark was looking at the hilt with wide eyes.
"do... do you know what this sword is?"
"um, no" she said looking at him. wondering if he was still sane.
"this, this is the dragon slaying sword of Ereas!" He looked really worried now.
"is that bad?"
"tell me, did any of you're blood spill on the sword?"
"um, just a drop, but why does that matter? It's just a sword"
"you have no idea, the Ereas don't just make swords, they bind them, with magics, who ever makes a blood pact with one of there swords, and proclaims it as there own,will be insperatable, the sword will not coraparate with another, but if it lands in the hands of a dark magician..." he trailed off and stared at the sword " the sword will start killing it's master, everytime the sword is swung,it will cut a piece of your flesh,it will make you bleed, as many times as it's swung. it's a danger Medea, a danger i'm not sure your ready for"
"give me my sword" She told him. He looked at her as if she was crazy.
"are you crazy? what if you lose it?"
"it's the only thing I have of my parents, and I won't let it go!" she told him throught cletched teeth. HE relucantaly handed it over.
"be careful with it" he told her as she went upstairs to her room ~or it will killyou~ he thought as he went up after her.
The day dawned groggy and cold. The group had a hard time getting up, but they managed. Medea had a major head ache which wasn't like her at all.~strange~she thought "I never get headaches" She said out loud. The only one down stairs was Ches, and he looked over at her.
"maybe it's all the sun, it is the desert after all"
"no, I don't think so, once, I walked from Kanon to Flaim, and I didn't get so much as a twinge of..." she stopped as the pain struck her again.
"what's wrong?" Came garracks' deep voice as he came down the stairs.
"Medea's got a migraine, she.."
"it's not a migraine, just a little headache"
"oh, so your a wimp and can't take pain?" came sparks' voice from the stairs as well. " I think I know you better than that,even with just 2 days of knowing you."
"we can stall a little if you need some rest" came Ches's voice. Or at least she thought it was Ches, it could have been Spark,she couldn't tell.
"NO!" she stoud up and put her hand to her side "I will not delay this group" she picked up the pack, but Ches took it from her. She looked up at him with question.
"at least let me carry the pack" he said, it wasn't a question, it was a demand, one which she would have to abide by, there was no negociating with him this time. SHe nodded in agreement.
*some tyme (get it, tyme, time? okay, yes, that was bad) later
They were trudging up the hill, walking a little slower as the incline got steeper.Ches, who was walking a little behind Medea, kept looking from the ground, making sure MEdea was still walking, and not collapsing. her head aches were getting better, but they were still pretty bad. she stumbled along, not quite sure where she was going, just followed the wavering ax infront of her. Suddenly, her leg went down into the mountain,
"Ahh" she said in surprise and pain, she had twisted her ankle as she went down great. The people ahead turned to see what the cause of this was.
"Medea?"Ches hurried up to her and looked at the hole "gopher hole" he muttered.
"you know, at the moment, i'm kinda not caring what made it, but how to get my foot out of it." she said,a bit strained. Ches, gently pulled her foot out of the hole. "thanks" she said off handley. She gingerly put her foot down and winced, yup, that was definitley sprained. she walked on it, trying not to hint to the others how much pain she was in. Her head felt way better since they had stopped at the stream a while back, and they were gradually ebbing away. she walked slower now, and Ches caught up with her.
"you sprained your ankle" he told her,more in the knowledge of he knew, than fact.
"no, it's fine"
" you did Medea, no matter how much you try to hide it, you did"
"and how would you know?"
"because a) you're limping on it and b) no one, absoultley NO one with or with out a head ache could step in that hole and not end up with a sprained ankle."
"well that makes sense. but my head aches are better anyway"
"plus, I saw youwince on it"
She stopped and turned around,closing her eyes against the glare of the sun "look, if you're going to make a habit of watching my every move, then I'd..." she opened her eyes, he was right in front of her, staring at her. She stared back into his blue eyes.
"then you'd what" he asked, still staring at her.
"I'm sorry, were we talking?" she was compleatly mesmorized by those blue orbs. her voice brought her back to reality, and she shook her head slightly. she turned back, but he grabbed her arm,
"I want to know, you'd what?" he held her again with his hand and his eyes.
"Hey! you two! let's get moving, we want to get a little farther before sundown!" Garrack called, bringing them alive again.
"we're coming!" Ches called, and he put his arm around Medea's waist to help her up the rest of the hill.
"Ches, don't touch me like this when we're around the others,they might think somthing's up"
"okay Medea, I'll protect your professionalism as much as possible aright?" he smiled as he talked. They were almost to the top of the hill " and I won't tell them about your ankle either" Medea smiled softly at him.
"thank you Ches, thanks alot" they made their way to the very top of the hill, and gasped at what they saw... Tertate, one of the holiest cities in Flaim, had been burnt to the ground. The rest had stopped as well, not believing what they saw. "dear god" medea said, barely a wisper.The captain was the first to Move, he closed his eyes and swallowed.
"come along, we'll do what we can for the survivors." he told them. Garrack and Ryna followed Spark down the hill, holding eachother close. Twig followed them, then Lein, his face to the ground. Ches followed Lein, but stopped when Medea didn't follow him.
"Medea?" he walked back up to her. LIke spark, she closed her eyes and swallowed,but she didn't speak. she just walked down the mountain, limping along. Ches followed, but soon caught up with her.
Spark made his way through the burnt buildings, pulling people who were still alive out of them in case they collapsed, Lein moved from person to person, putting healing spells on them, and even Twig went from the victims wispering words of corage. Ches went around the buildings like his father. He found an old man in one of the buildings, surrounded by a golden light, the chairs, and funiture around him were burned but the bed he lay in was not. Ches walked up to him, and looked at him. The man opend his feeble eyes.
"don't worry, I'll get you out of here, just hold on'
"please" the old man wheezed "don't move me, let me tell you who did this.." he coughed. "my time is close, very close. but let my dying breath be useful."
"who did this, please tell me so we can avenge your family."
"it was.. just one man, his was evil. so evil. he sent fire spells, burned the town down he did, so horrible."
"did he.. did he have a name?"
"he called him self, licec" that was the man's last words, the glowing aura stopped and the man's eyes closed. Ches stoud and went out to Lein.
"lein, there's a man that needs to be at peace. coud you help him?"
"sure, there are so many lost here, it's terrible. but there are some who are lost, in a different way." he nodded to a small building, about ready to collapse. Ches looked at Lein, but he was already gone. He shrugged and went to his father, who was talking to a young woman, crying and holdin a bundle of blankets
"my baby, my baby" she was crying, they were tears of joy for her baby.
"god bless you, you must have been sent by Marfa her self."Ches noticed the small circlet on the woman's forehead. Even at the metion of Marfa, his father grew to tears, but this time, probably in respect for the priest of marfa, he kept his face expressionless. Spark sighed nad stoud up.
"father, I have some information." Ches told his father what the old man had told him.
"so this licec (liececk) guy burned down a whole town? just with fire spells, that seems impossible"
"not really, bye the looks of how the wood burned, it seems likely."Twig said, coming up behind them carrying a large stick of ashy wood.
"but what about the soilders?" Ches asked. twig and his father looked down at the snow.
"they,, they were killed first, a whol load of them, they weren't burned though, probably a death spell, or a spirit" Twig said sadly. Tears were running down the young elf's face. Ches patted her back, then walked off to investagate for him self. He past by the house Lein had pointed too, and remebered his words "some who are lost in different ways" he entered throught the burned doorway. There was poetry carved on the boards some he could make out, the oldest was at the far corner.
I miss you daddy,
I wonder were you are
I miss you mommy
have you traveled far?
I miss your hair
gently hitting my face
I miss you hugging me
your warm embrace
are you coming to get me
are you coming for me?
or an orphan forever shall I be?
Me.
The signature was just two letters Me. Not intinals,just two letters, Me, Medea. She didn't have a last name, she had told him. there was a whole row with the letters Me at the bottom. The latest ones were strange:
Not with parents to call her
Own life to prepare for
Nothing to guide her
Amist the ruins of Time
Much to cry for
Emotions hidden
Drying tears on her
Extra blanket
Anti social, afraid of loving
Knight of lodoss
Not of Flaim
In the darkness
God's to blame
He stands alone
Too afraid to love again
Old and croked
Forever again
?
Me
He read them over and over again trying to under stand what they meant. Some of the things didn't connect, heck they didn't even ryme, not like her other poems. He shrugged and went up the creaking stair case, which was amazaing still intact. He looked around upstairs, a figure, hutched over, was staring at the wall. Her fingers tracing the lettering on the board. She was wearing armor......
"Medea" Ches sat on her right side, where her hand was raised.
"I wrote this, she fingered the words loveingley, getting small splinters in her hands. she seemed so distant, like she was in a world of her own. Ches read the words:
Mares and Foals
stumble
in the morning mist
running from the dark
where there shadows remain
I live in the light
but carry my dark inside me
"I've never been anywhere near a horse, yet I wrote about it. 3 times"
Ches looked over on the boards right next to the poem he had read. She was right, each one was about horses.
"I lived here,Ches, in these walls, these poems are testimony to that."
Ches just sat there next to her. He relized what Lein had meant. Medea was lost, in her memory. the memory that wasn't compleate. Her eyes were glazed over. She had always been so strong. Now, she seemed so, terribly weak. Ches just sat there, staring at this girl, the girl who had fought a head ache, who had delt with a sprained ankle, the girl who had slammed him into the pavement with one punch. She was lost, like a little girl, so lost. Suddenly, the floor fell from under Medea, quickly Ches grabbed her hand, it was a pretty long drop. Medea was awake from her daze and clearly alert. Her eyes darted around, then fell on the under floor of where Ches was sitting
"Ch...." she barely got out the first syable before the floor gave way and Ches tumbled down, falling on top of Medea in the process. Then the whole house caved in, with Medea and Ches right in the middle of it. boards and Bricks tumbled ontop Of ches and Medea, Ches got the worst of it because he had fallen on top of Medea by "acciedent" (yeah right). when the final brick had fallen, and the dust had cleared Lein,Twig,Garrack, Ryna and Spark all came running over. They all looked throught the ruuble to make sure ther're wernt people, but what Garrack found under a Large piece of roofing tin proved other wise. Twig was the first one over, and she giggled a bit about how the two were placed.Ches was lying directly on top of her, and his cheek was lying against hers. Their eyes were closed from the dust and Medea's arms were wrapped around Ches. Her arm plates dented and tarnished. Ryna saw it next and smiled and laughed outloud. Even the Refrained priest had to smile at that. Garrack cracked up laughing,making the two 'lovers' -_- aware of there audience. Ches threw him self off of Medea, and Medea just looked at all of them with wide eyes, then she sat up.
"um, it's not what it looks like!" Medea said,quite aware of how red her face was.
"yeah we were sitting in the house and we fell..."
"well if you guys wanted to be alone you should have just asked us" Spark joked. The group laughed, and Ches and Medea buried there faces in their hands.
"oh boy..."
"they were probably just bored,"Twig said" we've been pretty lucky so far with..." an arow zoomed past her head. Medea jumped up.
"you had to say it didn't you?" Medea yelled at twig. Ches stoud up as well and drew his sword. Medea and Spark did the same. Lein pulled his spear from his back, and looked wary. Garrack stoud still, listening for sounds. Medea was closing her eyes, constrating on where they were.
"THERE!!"She yelled pointing to the cliff in the distance. Twig readied an arrow, but it was shot from her hands. "there pretty good" Medea said to Spark.
"well crew what do you say to some dodging practice?" They nodded,
"let's go!"
whew that was a long chapter.probably one of the longest I've ever written, and I wrote it in... 3 and a half hours.....
anyway, the fighting will get better, I know these first few chappys have been sorta blah, but I need you guys to get used to the characters, the way I portay them. oh, that last poem about horses, that was from "the dead of Night" by John Marsters. Very good book, so is it's sequel and prequel "A killing Frost" and Tommorow when the war began" they are really really good, give em a try. I promise you next time I write, it will be major action, and DEFINITLY not as long.
oh yeah, can anyone guess what the poems mean, the ones ches couldn't figure out. ther'll be a prize for the first person to guess it......
ja ne!!
She used her fingers to syphone the thoughts from her mind into the air. They glowed golden for a few minutes, then disapeared into the closed book lying in front of her. It was a mind catcher. Like a diary, it was for your thoughts, but this one, could only be read by the one who blood bonded with it. Medea looked at the tiny hole in her finger, still left from when she had pricked it on a needle to let a drop of blood spill on the first page. If she willed it, she could turn the thoughts into words, and the would appear on the page, for her to read, or others.but only if she willed it with her mind. She ran her finger down the spine, singalling it to turn off. She felt restless, so she grabbed her polish out of her bag, and began to polish her sword. Then, she began to sharpen it. when she had thought she had compleated that, sheran a finger up it's blade, cutting it in the process.
"ow!" she wispered loudly, a single drop of her blood hit the silver shaft, and dissapeared. Medea didn't notice it, but got up and went downstairs to the cubard of the inn, trying to find a bandage.
"there you are" she said, pulling out a thin roll of cotton cloth, it wasn't very wide, maybe a fourth inch, perfect for fingers. She slowly wrapped the cloth around her finger, humming quietly a tune that her mother had sung to her. she remebered the words perfectly.
(okay get ready for this)
close your eyes
just close your eyes and dream
close youre eyes
just close your eyes darling
night has come
and day leaves
close your eyes
and dream.
for when you wake
the world will be free again
dream....
close your eyes
just close your eyes
and dream
love,the world will be free again.
just close your eyes
and dream
of love
"that's beutiful" came a voice behind her. She turned quickly, quite aware that her sword was right next to her. but it seemed that there was no need for it. It was spark.
"oh, hi"she said, now quite aware of what she DID have, a tight black tank top, and short black shorts. She looked down at her finger, then tore the bandage, and taped it. Spark looked at her now covered finger, and her sword lying next to it.
"what happened to your finger?" he asked moving to examine her sword.
"um, I cut it, on my sword by accident." Spark was looking at the hilt with wide eyes.
"do... do you know what this sword is?"
"um, no" she said looking at him. wondering if he was still sane.
"this, this is the dragon slaying sword of Ereas!" He looked really worried now.
"is that bad?"
"tell me, did any of you're blood spill on the sword?"
"um, just a drop, but why does that matter? It's just a sword"
"you have no idea, the Ereas don't just make swords, they bind them, with magics, who ever makes a blood pact with one of there swords, and proclaims it as there own,will be insperatable, the sword will not coraparate with another, but if it lands in the hands of a dark magician..." he trailed off and stared at the sword " the sword will start killing it's master, everytime the sword is swung,it will cut a piece of your flesh,it will make you bleed, as many times as it's swung. it's a danger Medea, a danger i'm not sure your ready for"
"give me my sword" She told him. He looked at her as if she was crazy.
"are you crazy? what if you lose it?"
"it's the only thing I have of my parents, and I won't let it go!" she told him throught cletched teeth. HE relucantaly handed it over.
"be careful with it" he told her as she went upstairs to her room ~or it will killyou~ he thought as he went up after her.
The day dawned groggy and cold. The group had a hard time getting up, but they managed. Medea had a major head ache which wasn't like her at all.~strange~she thought "I never get headaches" She said out loud. The only one down stairs was Ches, and he looked over at her.
"maybe it's all the sun, it is the desert after all"
"no, I don't think so, once, I walked from Kanon to Flaim, and I didn't get so much as a twinge of..." she stopped as the pain struck her again.
"what's wrong?" Came garracks' deep voice as he came down the stairs.
"Medea's got a migraine, she.."
"it's not a migraine, just a little headache"
"oh, so your a wimp and can't take pain?" came sparks' voice from the stairs as well. " I think I know you better than that,even with just 2 days of knowing you."
"we can stall a little if you need some rest" came Ches's voice. Or at least she thought it was Ches, it could have been Spark,she couldn't tell.
"NO!" she stoud up and put her hand to her side "I will not delay this group" she picked up the pack, but Ches took it from her. She looked up at him with question.
"at least let me carry the pack" he said, it wasn't a question, it was a demand, one which she would have to abide by, there was no negociating with him this time. SHe nodded in agreement.
*some tyme (get it, tyme, time? okay, yes, that was bad) later
They were trudging up the hill, walking a little slower as the incline got steeper.Ches, who was walking a little behind Medea, kept looking from the ground, making sure MEdea was still walking, and not collapsing. her head aches were getting better, but they were still pretty bad. she stumbled along, not quite sure where she was going, just followed the wavering ax infront of her. Suddenly, her leg went down into the mountain,
"Ahh" she said in surprise and pain, she had twisted her ankle as she went down great. The people ahead turned to see what the cause of this was.
"Medea?"Ches hurried up to her and looked at the hole "gopher hole" he muttered.
"you know, at the moment, i'm kinda not caring what made it, but how to get my foot out of it." she said,a bit strained. Ches, gently pulled her foot out of the hole. "thanks" she said off handley. She gingerly put her foot down and winced, yup, that was definitley sprained. she walked on it, trying not to hint to the others how much pain she was in. Her head felt way better since they had stopped at the stream a while back, and they were gradually ebbing away. she walked slower now, and Ches caught up with her.
"you sprained your ankle" he told her,more in the knowledge of he knew, than fact.
"no, it's fine"
" you did Medea, no matter how much you try to hide it, you did"
"and how would you know?"
"because a) you're limping on it and b) no one, absoultley NO one with or with out a head ache could step in that hole and not end up with a sprained ankle."
"well that makes sense. but my head aches are better anyway"
"plus, I saw youwince on it"
She stopped and turned around,closing her eyes against the glare of the sun "look, if you're going to make a habit of watching my every move, then I'd..." she opened her eyes, he was right in front of her, staring at her. She stared back into his blue eyes.
"then you'd what" he asked, still staring at her.
"I'm sorry, were we talking?" she was compleatly mesmorized by those blue orbs. her voice brought her back to reality, and she shook her head slightly. she turned back, but he grabbed her arm,
"I want to know, you'd what?" he held her again with his hand and his eyes.
"Hey! you two! let's get moving, we want to get a little farther before sundown!" Garrack called, bringing them alive again.
"we're coming!" Ches called, and he put his arm around Medea's waist to help her up the rest of the hill.
"Ches, don't touch me like this when we're around the others,they might think somthing's up"
"okay Medea, I'll protect your professionalism as much as possible aright?" he smiled as he talked. They were almost to the top of the hill " and I won't tell them about your ankle either" Medea smiled softly at him.
"thank you Ches, thanks alot" they made their way to the very top of the hill, and gasped at what they saw... Tertate, one of the holiest cities in Flaim, had been burnt to the ground. The rest had stopped as well, not believing what they saw. "dear god" medea said, barely a wisper.The captain was the first to Move, he closed his eyes and swallowed.
"come along, we'll do what we can for the survivors." he told them. Garrack and Ryna followed Spark down the hill, holding eachother close. Twig followed them, then Lein, his face to the ground. Ches followed Lein, but stopped when Medea didn't follow him.
"Medea?" he walked back up to her. LIke spark, she closed her eyes and swallowed,but she didn't speak. she just walked down the mountain, limping along. Ches followed, but soon caught up with her.
Spark made his way through the burnt buildings, pulling people who were still alive out of them in case they collapsed, Lein moved from person to person, putting healing spells on them, and even Twig went from the victims wispering words of corage. Ches went around the buildings like his father. He found an old man in one of the buildings, surrounded by a golden light, the chairs, and funiture around him were burned but the bed he lay in was not. Ches walked up to him, and looked at him. The man opend his feeble eyes.
"don't worry, I'll get you out of here, just hold on'
"please" the old man wheezed "don't move me, let me tell you who did this.." he coughed. "my time is close, very close. but let my dying breath be useful."
"who did this, please tell me so we can avenge your family."
"it was.. just one man, his was evil. so evil. he sent fire spells, burned the town down he did, so horrible."
"did he.. did he have a name?"
"he called him self, licec" that was the man's last words, the glowing aura stopped and the man's eyes closed. Ches stoud and went out to Lein.
"lein, there's a man that needs to be at peace. coud you help him?"
"sure, there are so many lost here, it's terrible. but there are some who are lost, in a different way." he nodded to a small building, about ready to collapse. Ches looked at Lein, but he was already gone. He shrugged and went to his father, who was talking to a young woman, crying and holdin a bundle of blankets
"my baby, my baby" she was crying, they were tears of joy for her baby.
"god bless you, you must have been sent by Marfa her self."Ches noticed the small circlet on the woman's forehead. Even at the metion of Marfa, his father grew to tears, but this time, probably in respect for the priest of marfa, he kept his face expressionless. Spark sighed nad stoud up.
"father, I have some information." Ches told his father what the old man had told him.
"so this licec (liececk) guy burned down a whole town? just with fire spells, that seems impossible"
"not really, bye the looks of how the wood burned, it seems likely."Twig said, coming up behind them carrying a large stick of ashy wood.
"but what about the soilders?" Ches asked. twig and his father looked down at the snow.
"they,, they were killed first, a whol load of them, they weren't burned though, probably a death spell, or a spirit" Twig said sadly. Tears were running down the young elf's face. Ches patted her back, then walked off to investagate for him self. He past by the house Lein had pointed too, and remebered his words "some who are lost in different ways" he entered throught the burned doorway. There was poetry carved on the boards some he could make out, the oldest was at the far corner.
I miss you daddy,
I wonder were you are
I miss you mommy
have you traveled far?
I miss your hair
gently hitting my face
I miss you hugging me
your warm embrace
are you coming to get me
are you coming for me?
or an orphan forever shall I be?
Me.
The signature was just two letters Me. Not intinals,just two letters, Me, Medea. She didn't have a last name, she had told him. there was a whole row with the letters Me at the bottom. The latest ones were strange:
Not with parents to call her
Own life to prepare for
Nothing to guide her
Amist the ruins of Time
Much to cry for
Emotions hidden
Drying tears on her
Extra blanket
Anti social, afraid of loving
Knight of lodoss
Not of Flaim
In the darkness
God's to blame
He stands alone
Too afraid to love again
Old and croked
Forever again
?
Me
He read them over and over again trying to under stand what they meant. Some of the things didn't connect, heck they didn't even ryme, not like her other poems. He shrugged and went up the creaking stair case, which was amazaing still intact. He looked around upstairs, a figure, hutched over, was staring at the wall. Her fingers tracing the lettering on the board. She was wearing armor......
"Medea" Ches sat on her right side, where her hand was raised.
"I wrote this, she fingered the words loveingley, getting small splinters in her hands. she seemed so distant, like she was in a world of her own. Ches read the words:
Mares and Foals
stumble
in the morning mist
running from the dark
where there shadows remain
I live in the light
but carry my dark inside me
"I've never been anywhere near a horse, yet I wrote about it. 3 times"
Ches looked over on the boards right next to the poem he had read. She was right, each one was about horses.
"I lived here,Ches, in these walls, these poems are testimony to that."
Ches just sat there next to her. He relized what Lein had meant. Medea was lost, in her memory. the memory that wasn't compleate. Her eyes were glazed over. She had always been so strong. Now, she seemed so, terribly weak. Ches just sat there, staring at this girl, the girl who had fought a head ache, who had delt with a sprained ankle, the girl who had slammed him into the pavement with one punch. She was lost, like a little girl, so lost. Suddenly, the floor fell from under Medea, quickly Ches grabbed her hand, it was a pretty long drop. Medea was awake from her daze and clearly alert. Her eyes darted around, then fell on the under floor of where Ches was sitting
"Ch...." she barely got out the first syable before the floor gave way and Ches tumbled down, falling on top of Medea in the process. Then the whole house caved in, with Medea and Ches right in the middle of it. boards and Bricks tumbled ontop Of ches and Medea, Ches got the worst of it because he had fallen on top of Medea by "acciedent" (yeah right). when the final brick had fallen, and the dust had cleared Lein,Twig,Garrack, Ryna and Spark all came running over. They all looked throught the ruuble to make sure ther're wernt people, but what Garrack found under a Large piece of roofing tin proved other wise. Twig was the first one over, and she giggled a bit about how the two were placed.Ches was lying directly on top of her, and his cheek was lying against hers. Their eyes were closed from the dust and Medea's arms were wrapped around Ches. Her arm plates dented and tarnished. Ryna saw it next and smiled and laughed outloud. Even the Refrained priest had to smile at that. Garrack cracked up laughing,making the two 'lovers' -_- aware of there audience. Ches threw him self off of Medea, and Medea just looked at all of them with wide eyes, then she sat up.
"um, it's not what it looks like!" Medea said,quite aware of how red her face was.
"yeah we were sitting in the house and we fell..."
"well if you guys wanted to be alone you should have just asked us" Spark joked. The group laughed, and Ches and Medea buried there faces in their hands.
"oh boy..."
"they were probably just bored,"Twig said" we've been pretty lucky so far with..." an arow zoomed past her head. Medea jumped up.
"you had to say it didn't you?" Medea yelled at twig. Ches stoud up as well and drew his sword. Medea and Spark did the same. Lein pulled his spear from his back, and looked wary. Garrack stoud still, listening for sounds. Medea was closing her eyes, constrating on where they were.
"THERE!!"She yelled pointing to the cliff in the distance. Twig readied an arrow, but it was shot from her hands. "there pretty good" Medea said to Spark.
"well crew what do you say to some dodging practice?" They nodded,
"let's go!"
whew that was a long chapter.probably one of the longest I've ever written, and I wrote it in... 3 and a half hours.....
anyway, the fighting will get better, I know these first few chappys have been sorta blah, but I need you guys to get used to the characters, the way I portay them. oh, that last poem about horses, that was from "the dead of Night" by John Marsters. Very good book, so is it's sequel and prequel "A killing Frost" and Tommorow when the war began" they are really really good, give em a try. I promise you next time I write, it will be major action, and DEFINITLY not as long.
oh yeah, can anyone guess what the poems mean, the ones ches couldn't figure out. ther'll be a prize for the first person to guess it......
ja ne!!
