Authors comments: This is a Break up in the story, I was going to make this a really Heavy chapter but I decided to have a break for my own sake, I can't be bother with a heavy chapter, and I left some holes, so let's patch them up and go on with the story. It will get serious next time.
Herác had been alone for a few days. A young boy had come in to the shop while Herác was out making a delivery, He only knew as he saw him leave. Since then Angela had remained very quiet. She had only spoken one thing to Herác himself
'I'm going away for a while. There are some very large things at stake, and I am needed elsewhere.'
'Why don't I come with you?' Herác had replied. Angela only met him with silence, she was a good friend to him, and he was not surprised to find out Angela was not his real cousin, but a family friend who needed a convincing story. He had always been suspicious of her Age, if she was 10 years older than he, then why where her eyes so old? Why had she seen so much more? He expected to find out this truth, but rather than a satisfied feeling from finding out the truth he wished for, he had only more questions about who she was and why she needed his family's help.
'Questions. Questions that will be answered when the time is ready and available'
When she left she kissed him on the forehead, held him close and then released him, she silently left with 'the cat', as Herác called him, following.
After a Few days of running the shop Herác was starting to get bored. He found amusement in attempting to read fortunes, something Angela had told him not to try and it 'takes someone with more experience' to do correctly. He figured the only way he would get experience was to try. Though he was trying to take it seriously, the power to see people's futures was quickly going to his head, He would laugh when he saw bad things happen, or joke about the style in which they would die.
Herác didn't have many friends.
A fair few days of the week Herác would shut up shop early so he could travel across town to the hunters and see the woman he saw in the streets a few weeks back. He had yet to build up the courage to speak to her, but had been able to get all the way up to her once without turning himself invisible with an illusion spell Angela had taught him. Though he had not spoken to her, he had managed to learn a fair bit about her including her age; 21 and her name 'Aeryn'.
Herác was determined that today would be the day that it all changed, He would Speak to her, And she would like it! Or at least that is what he told himself.
Herác shut up the shop, locked the door, and began walking across town to the hunters region, it was a fair old walk, around 45 minutes, and with Herác's lazy attention span, It could be dark before he got home, Hungry and cold.
It took Herác around an hour to get across town, as he had to stop of at Pasture Jim's house. Jim was a quiet little religious man who enjoyed sitting on a spikey pillow which shown he was a good man. Religion is stupid Herác would always figure, but the deliveries of 'Holy water' accounted for around 20% of the shops takings, so he was not going to openly offend any of them.
When Herác arrived at the hunters district he quickly Spotted Aeryn, and perched himself up on a log that sat around 400 yards away, just past a few houses. Aeryn was always surrounded by men, laughing and talking, but never kissin'…Do they even see her as a woman? I haven't seen her do one womanly thing in my entire time of watching. She was Just Herác's type, She was a Woman. Herác wasn't much picky.
Aeryn was a Hunter, and from the animals she brought back each day, A damn fine one. She carried a bow on her back and a hooded cowl on her back, so he could blend in to the under growth. Herác had watched her hunt once, and Saw her take out a bore with one shot of an arrow from quarter of a mile away. Directly in to its lungs and heart.
Herác had been sat about for around 25 minutes when he stopped paying that much attention. As well as a place to ogle he found that the stump was a good place to think. Mainly about his home town. When his attention came back Aeryn was gone. So Herác decided to leave.
As he strolled home, he thought about his home town more and more, and his old empty house. They wouldn't burn it down would they?...Nothing in it anyway He thought calmly.
As random thoughts fluttered his mind Herác suddenly started to feel watched, and just as the feeling felt too real to handle a blade touched his neck
"Who are you and why are you watching me" A voice said from behind him. "Tell me or I will slit your throat like a lamb's"
"Herác! Please don't kill me!" he said falling apart like a wet cake. WHAT ARE YOU DOING! If you look like you don't care she will think you are sexy! He thought without a doubt in his mind "Or do, Whatever I don't care"
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Herác awoke a few hours later with a nasty case of the 'cracked open skulls' Aeryn had knocked him out cold, and dragged him to her home where he lay in her bed. A less opportune situation than it sounded.
"Wake up" she said to him offering some bread to him. "May be now you will explain who you are and why the hell you are following me."
