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Chapter 2
A Sword in Hand
Arthur walked a few blocks to the train. He would have walked to the convention, but he did not want to be seen wearing his ridiculous costume. On the train, he noticed that most of the people in his train car were in costumes for the convention. The most noticeable was this blond girl in a pink dress witha sword in a sheath. The sword seemed out of place compared with her costume. She was staring out into space, not noticing anything around her; she seemed to be in deep thought. Arthur could not stop looking at her. She was beautiful... and familiar.
Suddenly an image flashed inside his head; a memory of a girl who also whore a pink dress and had blond hair. The moment passed as quickly as it came and Arthur noticed the girl staring at him. He smiled awkwardly then turned away. 'This has turned out to be one uncomfortable ride.' Arthur thought.
He looked outside the window to the wall of the tunnel. He liked trains; not obsessively, but liked looking at the pictures of them. Sometimes, when looking at the older trains, a flash of a memory of an old wooden train crosses his eyes. A train that had some mystic feeling about it. Along with the train is a spirit of some kind of princess.
'Why do I even get them.' Arthur constantly asked himself. For as long as he could remember, he had often gotten memories like these. He had no clue why he got these memories or who's they even were. Yet, he felt as if they belonged to him. Somehow, they seemed right, almost.
The train stopped and many people got off, including Arthur and the girl in the pink dress. "Hey!" Arthur called out to her.
She turned around in response. "What?"
"Uhh..." Arthur did not know what to say. He had no clue why he even wanted her attention in the first place. It was like instinct took control for one second. "Nice costume." he spluttered out, stumbling over the two words.
"Thanks. Yours is great too."
" Thanks. So, um, what's your name?"
"Lillian. Yours?"
"Arthur." He paused for a second. "Are you heading for the convention?"
"Yea. Are you?"
"That's the only reason I'm wearing this. Well, since we're heading to the same place, do you want to walk together?"
"Sure."
They walked up the steps to the ground above in silence. Then Lillian turned to Arthur and said, "Your costume needs a sword. It looks incomplete without one."
"My sister said the same thing. I'm going to get one at the convention, if there are any."
Lillian thought for a moment then said, "Here. Take this one." She took off her sword and sheath she was carrying and handed it to Arthur.
"You're giving this to me? We barely know each other."
"I know, yet, for some reason, I feel like I've met you before."
Arthur looked at Lillian, understanding completely what she meant. They continued walking to the convention. "Just out of curiosity, why were you carrying around a sword?"
"My father designed the costume for me. He said the sword was symbolic for something or other. I did tell him it didn't match with the costume at all, but he never listens."
"What did you want with it?"
"A bow and arrow. I got one and I was going to bring it."
"Your father didn't let you, though."
Lillian nodded. "He is a nice guy, he's just pushy sometimes."
Again they walked in silence. When they got to the convention, Arthur asked, "Are you meeting up with anyone?"
"My cousins. They are running one of the activities for the convention. But here." Lillian wrote something down and handed it to Arthur. "Call me." She smiled when she said the last bit. Arthur smiled too as Lillian walked inside the building.
Next chapter, Arthur enters into a contest at the convention.
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