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Chapter 3: Seeds of Discontent
Derek stared at the sky as everyone around him slept. It had been three days now since they left his town. His small group now consisted of himself, Bethany, Bethany's brother Grenz, who was a scholar in the arts of Anima magic. He sighed and thought to himself What the hell have I gotten myself into? This was supposed to be me just going after the bastards... Why do they have to come along too? He sat up and looked around momentarily before grabbing his gear and sneaking away. Sorry Bethany but I want to do this on my own…
Once Derek could no longer see the campfire he began walking at a normal pace. The sun would rise in a few hours and he wanted to get as far away as possible. The emperial border should be about a half mile north of the next town… He told himself as he tried to map the land out in his memory.
As the sun rose and Bethany awoke to find Derek's sleeping bag empty she shook Grenz violently. "HE'S GONE!!!" she screamed. Grenz just rolled over and yawned. "Probably going to the bathroom, calm down Bethany…" Bethany continued her crying as she started packing her stuff. "Fine…you stay here and sleep I'm looking for Derek!" She slung her bow over her shoulder and strapped the quiver to her waist and started to run through the field, hoping he went to town. Grenz sighed a few minutes later and got up and followed after her with his tome in hand. That girls gonna be the death of me…I swear. He sighed.
Derek reached the town and walked through the main roads, staring at the weapons and staves that layed about to draw warriors in. Just as he was about to leave through the northern exit he heard a scream. Instinctively he spun around with his hand on his sword.
A little girl ran scared as bandits began to swarm the village burning houses to the ground. "How dare they…?" He growled as memories of his town burned into his mind. In a fell strike he charged at one of the bandits, slicing clean through his stomach. His sword began to glow and howl after the blood shed. Derek stared at his blade and smiled. "I see….so you want to protect them too do you?"
Bethany and Grenz made it into the town just before it went into lockdown. They saw A bandit raise his axe to strike a young boy of eleven down. Bethany grabbed her arrow and shot into the bandit's shoulder, halting the attack. The young boy grabbed the gold purse the bandit held and ran. Grenz laughed. "The little brats a pickpocket!" He felt a sharp pain in his leg and saw the head of an arrow sticking out of his shin. "BASTARD!" he screamed as he spun around chanting a thunder spell at the enemy archer, Bethany's own bolt from her bow struck at the same time and acted like a lightning rod. Grenz pulled the arrow out and drank a vulnary. "Lets find Derek…" Bethany smiled and nodded before running off.
Several hours had passed and it was now well into the after noon hours of the day. The bandits had all been killed and the bodies burned. Bethany finally found Derek and she smacked him. "WHY'D YOU LEAVE!?" she asked before hugging him tightly. "I was worried…" Derek stood there and sighed. "I don't want you following me…This is my battle." Grenz stood at the end of the street and watched the two. I swear….if he hurts her I will kill him. He had already not liked Derek since they were kids, but now, knowing his sister loved the man, he absolutely hated him.
