Silver chapter 8
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Tba- *yawn* need to knit my scarf…
Arthur- why don't you just give it away? Its not like it's going to be worn by the looks of it.
Tba- I always loved scarves. So long and silky. Or long and warm. Slightly itchy maybe, but definitely worth it.
Arthur- No comment. You really like long things don't you?
Tba- t-shirts, pants, sweaters, jackets, coats, scarves, sleeves. I just roll up my sleeves when I'm working anyway. Oh, and long hair too.
Arthur- I'm surprised someone hadn't shown up when I said you liked long things. Really, perfect jab there!
Tba- right… Arthur's a pervert. Please enjoy people.
Arthur- I won't be enjoying it at all! You! You almost killed me!... And I am NOT a pervert!
Tba- says the person who happens to be very much alive. If you were dead, you wouldn't be here.
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Alfred- walks in soaking wet* oh.. uh… hey guys… (Tba- throws him a towel* dry off and get dressed.)
Arthur- Blush* IDIOT! Why are you w-w.. soaked?
Alfred- huh? oh well. After I read it, I thought if it ever happened again, I should be able to you know. So I went for a swim… In my clothes. *dries hair with towel*
Arthur- why are you drying your hair?
Tba- hai, hai. Read people.
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Arthur- oh, Tba… someone wants to talk to you about Ivan and Francis.
Tba- they'll be here, but probably later. How much later? No clue. I've planned everything out, but that doesn't mean I know how long every chapter will be and the content. I just know how the story will turn out. And I haven't typed it up of you're wondering. No really, I haven't.
Pretty sure Francis will be appearing before Ivan though.
Arthur- I hope that answered your question.
Tba- trust me, it'll take a while to get there.
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Arthur- wait... someone made a guess.
Tba- so they did.
Arthur- aren't you going to tell them if they're right or not? (Tba- *shrug* why?)
Alfred- takes off shirt* she's got a point you know.
Arthur- change in the bathroom idiot! *pushes Alfred into the bathroom and slams door shut*
Tba- *drinks water* if I said anything, that would be bad. It would ruin the surprise.
Arthur- you're evil you know that?
Tba- All too well. (Arthur-is she right or NOT?) Calm down, geez. It's a story, legend, thing. No need to get worked up about it.
Arthur- you don't even bother to consult us! The characters about what you're doing!
Tba- If I did, you'd reject everything. Besides, as Alfred said, the story was 'a long time ago'
Arthur- but it's not that different from today!
Tba- True. But you see, with time comes change. But that is not always the case. Not always great change. It's a bit different, but not entirely.
Arthur- we're going to stop before she gets all philosophical on us.
Tba- aww…. And I really wanted to mess with my reviewers.
Arthur-…. That's a great thing to say
Tba- hey, I'm not normally this way. And since I've already planned this whole thing out, I'll be as troll like as I want. Not a whole lot of trollness. But some!
Arthur- Sigh* Just tell me before you do something like that again.
Tba- no promises.
Arthur- looks like we have two poppets. *sigh*
Tba-… you were just insulting me weren't you?
Arthur- what a bothersome author…
Tba- hey!
Hope you guys have a happy thanksgiving.
(11/23/11)
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Arthur groaned and rolled over. A quick squeak from Alexandra and he sat up quickly.
"Alexandra! I'm sorry love, are you alright?" He picked her up, and sighed in relief when she nuzzled against his hand.
"Pyu."
"Oh good." He smiled and ruffled her ears, and put her on the ground.
He grabbed his bag, and put his spell book in there.
He moved a few things around a bag to stop poking him in the back.
He looked over to see Alfred snoring away.
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He sighed, 'I suppose I'll let him sleep a little longer.'
He dug around for a bottle or something to fill with water.
He hesitated, wondering if he should leave his bag here or…
His bag was slung over his shoulder as he walked over to the river.
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The river was faster than before, the water splashing against the bank a little farther down.
He walked carefully; slipping and falling into the river would not be a good idea.
He bent down and filled up the bottles, and carefully put them back.
Just as he was about to leave, the heard a splash.
"PYU!"
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Arthur turned around to see Alexandra getting swept by the water.
She thrashed, but it was no use. She was far too light.
There was no possible way for her swim against the raging rapids.
Arthur looked back at the campsite, then at the river.
He saw Alexandra disappear under the water for a second.
She reappeared spluttering and crying.
"Pyu! Pyu! Pyuuu!"
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He rushed forward and jumped into the river.
The rapids quickly swept him away downstream.
He felt himself being weighted down, not only by his wet clothing, but also by the bag at his side.
"Alexandra!" He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her body against him.
He moved her so she was kept above the water, "it's alright love. I'm here."
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He froze, realizing something. He looked forward and his heart almost stopped beating.
At the end of the river was a waterfall.
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He couldn't swim with Alexandra in his arms, his clothing dragging him down.
A wave washed over him, dragging him down underwater.
He shivered at the cold, the water stinging his eyes.
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"ALFRED!" he yelled.
Arthur coughed as another wave crashed over them. "Alfred you moron!"
"Pyuu!"
"Alfred! If I die I'm going to haunt you for the rest of your bloody life!
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Alfred groaned, and rubbed his eyes. "What?"
He could have sworn he heard someone call his name. Maybe he was imagining th-
"Alfred you moron!" Alfred quickly looked around, and saw a mass of blonde hair being swept by the current.
"Artie?"
"Alfred! If I die I'm going to haunt your for the rest of your bloody life!" he yelled.
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Alfred grabbed his stuff and ran to the riverbank.
"Arthur!"
He watched as Arthur turned to see him, "Alfred you mor-"
A wave washed over him, causing him to disappear from sight.
"Arthur? Arthur?"
Arthur resurfaced, coughing and closing his eyes tight. "Alfred! H-help!"
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Alfred looked further down, to see if there was something, he could use to help Arthur out of the river.
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He saw the waterfall.
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'Crap crap crap!'
He decided his best bet was to jump in.
Stupid? Yes.
But he was not going to let Arthur just fall!
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He jumped in and tried to swim up to Arthur. The currents helped, but as the water soaked his clothes, it became harder to swim.
He watched as Arthur went down again, the water swallowing him up.
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Alfred swam closer, trying to find where Arthur was, when Arthur resurfaced, he grabbed hold of him.
He wrapped his arms around Arthur's back, mindful of Alexandra who was between them.
Arthur's head laid against his chest, he was unconscious.
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Alfred attempted to shake Arthur, "Hey wake up! Arthur!"
The roaring of the waterfall got closer and closer.
Alfred gripped Arthur tightly, 'looks like we're gonna fall.'
He pressed a hand against Arthur's back, and took a deep breath.
'I'm not going to die that easily.'
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He turned so he and Arthur were facing away from the waterfall.
He didn't know how far down it was, but if him or Arthur hit their heads, they'd be done for.
He gritted his teeth, and waited for the plunge.
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It seemed to happen slowly.
They reached the end of the river, and dangled in the air for a few seconds before dropping down, down the side of the waterfall, following the water as they fell.
Alfred held onto Arthur tightly, making sure his back still faced the waiting lake below.
'Just hit alre-'
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They landed into the lake with a large splash, sending water everywhere.
The animals that had been drinking ran away, into the forest.
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Alfred coughed, and dragged them back to shore, it was slow and tedious.
His back stung, it felt like someone had taken a knife to his back and stabbed him.
He put Arthur and Alexandra down and sat down to try to get the water out of his lungs.
He wiped the water out of his eyes, and took his bag off.
"I'm never going swimming again." He muttered before leaning over to check Arthur.
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He leaned down to check Arthur's heartbeat it was slow, but it was still there.
He moved Arthur so, he was sitting, leaning against him.
He lightly shook him, "Arthur… Arthur wake up."
He frowned and tried a harder, "come on! You're not dying on me! Arthur!"
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He stopped when he heard Arthur cough.
Arthur gripped his soaked shirt and coughed, "g-git.."
Alfred sighed in relief as Arthur spat out water. "good, thought I lost you."
Arthur's cheeks were red, but it was probably more from the cold waters than anything else.
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Arthur shivered a bit, and looked around till he saw Alexandra. He picked her up and lightly kissed her head.
"Alexandra? Wake up love." He leaned down and whispered something to her.
Alexandra immediately opened her eyes and coughed. "P-pyu! Pyu pyu!"
She sneezed a few times before shaking out her wet fur and trying snuggle closer to her master for warmth.
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Arthur smiled, "Good, looks like everyone's okay."
Alfred nodded and began taking off his shirt. "All thanks to the hero!"
Arthur decided not to say anything since Alfred did save them.
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Arthur put Alexandra down and took off his cloak, throwing it down on the grass.
"I'll dry our clothes." He pulled off his boots and put them by his soaked cloak.
"If we stay in wet clothes, we'll catch a cold." He looked up to see Alfred had stopped undressing.
"What?"
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"So... what do we wear?"
"…" Arthur flushed red and quickly turned so his back was to Alfred.
"t-the clothes will dry fast alright? Just find something to cover up with!"
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Alfred took his shirt off and threw it in with Arthur's cloak.
He stood up and shivered, "I'll get some fire wood first."
Arthur looked over his shoulder, "as much as you can, as fast as you can."
"Got it."
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Arthur took off his shirt and threw it in the pile.
"I bet my spares are also soaked."
He opened his bag, and was surprised to see that everything was dry.
He was surprised, but very happy. He had forgotten he put a spell on it.
He pulled out a dry shirt and pair of trousers, also taking out a blanket and towel.
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Making sure no one was looking, though then again, who would be?
He changed, and wrapped the blanket around him while he used to towel to dry his hair and then Alexandra's fur.
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As soon as Alfred returned, both Alexandra and Arthur were dry and he was ordering Alfred to strip before he caught a cold.
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Arthur built the fire and lay out their clothes by the fire to dry.
He looked over at where Alfred was changing.
A pair of pants was held out, their owner hiding behind a rock.
"Arthur! I'm cold!"
Arthur kept his eyes downward as he grabbed the pants and threw the blanket over the rock.
"Use this!"
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He put the pants down, and tried to make the fire bigger to make the clothes dry faster.
But if he did, it would consume for firewood, and he'd hate for Alfred to go searching for firewood while... ahem…
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Alfred walked over the blanket wrapped around him he smiled and sat down by the fire.
Arthur sighed, "It'll be dry soon.'
"That's good."
""after that, we either leave, or stay another night."
"I say we leave." He shivered lightly, "You know. Walking will warm us up."
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Arthur nodded, "Yes. Oh and Alfred…"
"Yeah?"
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"Thank you for saving me." He blushed, and nudged a twig into the fire with another twig.
"Don't mention it! That's what a hero does!"
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As soon as the clothes were dry, Arthur handed Alfred his clothes and told him to put them on.
Arthur put his own clothes into his bag and waited for Alfred to finish changing.
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Alfred walked back, holding his shirt in his hand.
Arthur frowned, "Alfred… why aren't you wearing your shirt?"
"My back hurts…"
"Alfred that's no reason to-"
"It really hurts." Alfred mumbled sitting down, wincing as he did.
Arthur moved over to sit next to him, "Alright, turn around. Let me see it."
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Arthur resisted the urge to wince at seeing Alfred back.
He reached out to touch the skin, apologizing when Alfred hissed in pain.
"I'm… not a very good healer… but…."
"I'll be fine."
"You'll get an infection." Arthur mumbled, carefully putting his hands on Alfred's back.
"This wont hurt, will it?"
"No. it won't fully heal it but… I suppose it's better than nothing."
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Arthur mumbled a few words, his hands trailing down Alfred's back, over the skin.
Alfred shivered, "your hands are cold!"
"Oh hush I'm almost finished."
He pulled away and reached into his bag, pulling out bandages.
"I'm fine." Alfred said looking at the bandages.
It did not hurt as much as before, the pain had subsided quite a bit.
And he really doubted it was that bad, Arthur was just over reacting.
Although he couldn't see it, his back looked a bit better than before, the cuts were gone.
Arthur sighed in relief.
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"I'll bandage you just in case."
"But you don't need to!"
"Alfred, just let me do it."
"No! I don't need it! Really!"
"…fine." Arthur put the bandages back, he looked angry.
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Arthur stood up to walk to 'his side' of the fire.
"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
Arthur huffed, "Who said I was worried?"
"Well…" Alfred looked away, a small smile on his lips.
Arthur flushed and grabbed Alfred's shirt and threw it at Alfred.
"Hurry up and get dressed idiot. We're leaving."
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safety notice:
Remember people, when camping, please stay away from waterfalls/ rivers.
They might look calm, and they might be calm. But you never know what may happen.
Yes, people have died from falling off waterfalls from falling into rivers and being swept down and finally falling.
However, there have also been people who survived it.
Please be cautious when walking anywhere near a river.
If the rocks are wet, you could slip. And before you know it, you're being dragged down.
I'm not trying to make it seem really scary, but PLEASE BE CAREFUL!
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I have no idea where, but I remember reading, or perhaps hearing, that if you land on your back, it'll hurt but it wont exactly be worse than landing with your head towards the water. But… you could break your spine….
If you land on your feet, you could survive, but you'd break your leg, or both.
And considering its just Alfred and Arthur…it would be hard if one of them had a broken leg…
Not sure how high the waterfall is, not that high I guess…
Alfred probably has a few cuts and bruises because of the fall. Nothing fatal or else we wouldn't have a story...
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That's what I remember anyway…
Yeah… I read a little too much…
And about strange things.
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Tba- yeah… I love the water and all… but… I can't swim…
Alfred- it's okay! I'll teach you! First lay back!
Tba- no.
Alfred- don't worry! I'll make sure you don't fall or drown or something!
Tba- no no no no no!
Arthur- how do you not know how to swim?
Tba- cause my arms don't move like they're supposed to! I can kick perfectly fine though! And I sink like a rock! And I cant float! At all!
Alfred- I'll teach you! Come on! *grabs Tba and Arthur* we're going swimming now!
Arthur- DON'T DRAG ME INTO THIS! I CAN SWIM PERFECTLY FINE!
Tba- !
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TBA~
