Chapter 13: Damn Video Games…
A.N.: I didn't know what else to put… xD
(Sam's P.O.V.)
"Hey! You two!"
The shout made both Jessie and I separate almost immediately, and we turned away from each other as a wagon made its way around a bend of trees. My face still felt warm, but I'm not sure what was running through Jessie's. The person who was sitting on the front of the wagon pulled it to a stop beside us, and I swore silently beneath my breath as I looked back at Jessie, who had flicked one of her ears towards me.
As the wagon pulled to a stop beside me, I looked up at the man in shining armor. He wore a helmet that looked like one of those medieval ones you see in books. "What do you want?" I asked the man.
"Is your name Sam, traveling with fox kiedran Jessie?" The man asked as he read off of a scroll.
I nodded as I took my gun off from my shoulder, and he himself drew a long Excalibur looking sword. "Under the basic laws of the Templar, you are hereby ordered to surrender yourself and your property. The charges are consorting illegally with a Kiedran, allowing your kiedran to run around without proper obedience spells in place, along with murder of another human."
Cocking my gun, I pointed it loosely at the ground near the horses as I said, "And by whose decree did those accusations come from?"
"The man's name is of no importance, now, will you surrender, or must I use force?" The Templar asked, and it was then that I could see the blue glow of the air surrounding him.
I raised my gun until it was aimed at his chest, and I said, "It matters all the same as your job requires you to obey. Did this man, happen to say how he attacked me, and I am only alive from the quick actions of my slave and the inn keeper." I took one of my hands away from my rifle and lifted up my shirt as I added, "This mark is what remains of my healing treatment. His sword went straight through my body, from stomach, to back."
This seemed to change the guards mind, but only by a little bit, and I could see a blue ball forming in his left hand as he said, "If what you say is true, how will I know?"
"The inn keepers name is Ramón, and if he doesn't satisfy your curiosity, ask the healers than helped me get back on my feet."
"I need visual proof; anyone can get a scar on their body how yours looks." The Templar said.
"Jessie, come hold my gun… shoot him if he tries anything." I said, and I felt Jessie's hand graze my own as she took hold of my rifle. I dropped to one knee as I slid my backpack off of my back, and I unzipped one of the pockets and took out my jacket. Sliding the dirty thing on, I stood back up and held out my bloody sleeve and said, "That hole right there was caused from a poison arrow some kiedrans shot me with… and the man that most likely accused me attacked me when I had arrived at the inn, claiming I was a kiedran lover because I needed the help to walk. Is that enough proof yet?"
The Templar soldier lowered his sword, and I saw the blue ball start to shed its light into the surrounding area as he nodded. Taking off my jacket, I put it back in its hope, and I slid my backpack on as I stood up. "Have a safe journey…" and then the Templar turned the horses around, and the wagon he was on was once again bolting down the path. I sighed as I turned and took the rifle from Jessie, and she seemed to let out a huff of air as well.
"Hey, uh, Jessie… what were you going to say before that guy came along?"
Her ears hung down a little bit as she crossed her arms in nervousness, and said in an equally matching tone, "It was nothing Sam…"
Thank you Templar for ruining the moment…
Shaking my head, I took Jessie's hand after I put my rifle in its spot on my shoulder, and we were once again walking down the path. It was while every step Jessie slowly tightened her grip on my hand that I started to think again. The people of this world may only think of kiedran like simple minded slaves, but there must be someone else, or others, that don't think of them like that. If the rules of the world state kiedran are slaves, and humans are their owners, then there must be some way to break that rule. I wonder if it would even be possible to explain my world to all the difference races in this world… and if that would even work in getting them to stop slavery. It would be worth the shot, but then again, I couldn't possibly risk that, I would most likely be killed if I even tried something such as that, not even showing them my technology would do anything if they act anywhere how Jessie and Ramón did.
I wonder if we go visit these 'Basitin' if they would view us the same as humans. Or actually be civilized… are they even humans, or are they kiedran also? "Hey, uh… What do Basitin look like?"
Jessie looked over at me and said, "I don't know… I never got to meet one. They live on an island in the sea, so they are extremely rare to see."
"hmm…" I looked back forward as Jessie continued to look at me, "I wonder if I can pay someone to take us over to their island, that way we can both see them."
After I said that, I felt Jessie pull her hand out from mine, and I turned to see what was wrong. Instead, I was greeted by a strong hug from Jessie as she said, "That would be wonderful!"
…
I was currently watching the flames lick the logs while Jessie sat next to me. The tent was pitched, our bags inside and out of the way, and some fish from a nearby river cooking in the fire. It was when I saw a squirrel that I was going to catch, that I realized I didn't have my tomahawk on me, and it wouldn't be all that wise to go back the way we came; it would've been a waste of time. If only I hadn't forgotten my tomahawk, I could've gotten us real meat, instead of this usually tasteless fish…
Jessie had been constantly nodding her head slowly, and her ears were sagging down as her eyelids drooped heavily. I smiled as I watched the spectacle, and knew it was only a matter of time before she finally did fall asleep. Looking back at the fire, I continued to watch the flames mystical dance of wind and heat. My eyes felt heavy, even though I wasn't tired enough to sleep, and then I felt my eyes unfocus as I gazed into the fires. Leaping, dancing, twirling, and spitting flames was all I saw, heard, felt, and imagined…
"This is Echo Lima Charlie of the 147th battalion; we are in need of immediate assistance!" A voice shouted from beside me. I looked over and saw a man in grey cameo with a standard M16 rifle on his back as he was holding a large walkie-talkie up to his mouth. He ducked as an explosion nearby shot rubble and dirt over us, and I felt myself thrown to the ground. Looking up, I saw another man, this one with a LMG of some kind above me.
"Roger Echo Lima Charlie, two copters loaded for bear are in the area and moving in to assist." A calm voice responded back, and I somehow overheard it over the gunfire and constant explosions. Just as I was standing back up, the scenery changed, and I was looking down at the dead controller of an Xbox 360 controller, and the lights all turned off…
Jumping slightly when I felt the prominent heat on my face, I was back in reality, but that didn't stop me from looking around in astonishment. Jessie's head finally found its way onto my shoulder, and I remembered how that brief gun fighting, was a previous memory. Damn video games…
I smiled as I heard Jessie exhale a breath, and I saw her sleeping as she rested against my arm; I also noticed the necklace I had given her was glowing brightly in the firelight. Lightly, and carefully, I grabbed the heart of the encasement, and lifted it closer to my face. I have never seen a stone glow quite like this one… I wonder if it has that magic stuff in it or something.
Letting the small piece of the necklace once again rest on Jessie's shirt, I sighed as I picked her up and carefully walked into the tent. I set Jessie down on the bed while I grabbed the blanket out from the corner, and covered her entirely, making sure to even cover her tail. When I finished, I grinned momentarily, and leaned forward and kissed her forehead, before I quickly withdrew. Uh… why did I do that?
Jessie smiled in her sleep, but I was still highly confused as I pondered why I had just kissed Jessie. I didn't plan on doing that… so why did I do it? And why did it feel natural? I didn't even choose to do it…
I shook my head as I frowned slightly, but I just sat down beside her, and sealed the tent with the two cords near the bottom of the tent, and leaned back and rested myself on the ground near her. It's too small to stay like this… shifting a little bit; I laid on my side, with my arm under my head. Now I was facing Jessie as she peacefully slumbered beside me, Alright, moving on after why I kissed her… I think that fire should die down somewhere in the middle of the night, if not, good thing I left ten feet between it and anything flammable… besides the tent of course.
Well… good night world, see you again tomorrow… and with that, I let my mind slowly go blank, and started to fall asleep…
(Raven's P.O.V.)
"Again! We are Basitin, and Basitin are the best fighters anywhere! Unless you're not even a Basitin." I got back up, and weakly picked up my fighting staff. It was a simple wooden design, used to train Basitin to fight. Clutching my side as my trainer, or father, began to walk forward again, I felt myself shake slightly. He had been pushing me to learn how to fight at night recently, and it was starting to inflict my mentality and physique severely now. Gripping my staff, I swung it sideways and up, effectively blocking one of his strikes, and I felt my ear twitch, and I jumped as he attempted to kick my feet out from under me. As par usual, I twisted my back and flung my staff down and partially deflected his jab; and only partially as he twisted it and knocked me roughly into my side.
Falling to the ground in a heap, I gasped in pain as I clutched my side fervently, hoping to somehow stem the pain from crippling my senses. I heard my father practically growl as he spoke in the harsh tone of his, "How can you ever expect to be part of our kings' guard, if you don't even fight half as well as our men?"
"Sorry, father." I managed to weakly say. While he had basically beaten me multiple times already tonight, and dozens more over the past few nights, I still respected him highly. He was by far not a mean Basitin, he was nice, but he was also very strict when it came to training. He was right however, I wanted desperately to be part of the royal courts guard, but I also needed the training to try for it.
My father grabbed my arms and hoisted me up and off the ground, and then he dusted off my shoulders as he bent down and grabbed the wooden training staff. "That will be all for tonight Raven… what was your mistakes tonight?"
I coughed as I said, "Failure to predict my opponent's moves along with lack of response…"
"Good… at least if you do well enough in training, you might end up as our intelligence general, rather than a mere guard." I felt myself start to smile, before it was quickly dashed away, "But they won't accept you as a guard if you can't even fight."
Sighing quietly, I nodded in understanding, and father walked away and placed the poles in a storage shack, and we began to walk home…
A.N.: Alright, introducing a new character that I WILL be using later on in the story. If your read the TwoKinds comics, imagine Raven being the size and height of Maggie, but I'm not sure if I should put her around 3 or 6 years old, 7 seems to old, but even 3 seems too young… so yeah. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
Comrade: Yeah, i did a quick look through of all the summaries to TwoKinds, and im just glad i got this up before someone else had a smilar idea to it. But i made a note for when im typing now, that I know to use 'muzzle' for Jessie, instead of mouth. did the same for fur color, now i will always know to use yel- er, ORANGE... xD
Matthew42: LOL, you got me laughing at that 'perverted magic' thing, that is something Eric would learn later in life xD. And my dear Comrade, i believe he is studying the art of the perverted magic in his home on his nieghbors or something like that! :D
RoWnAnNiEuWoUdT1: Firstly, im sorry to inform you i wont be including your OC into the story, due to i wouldnt know how to put him in it, and also, i dont use characters like that for a long plot. sorry... Secondly, That is a lot of wieght for 1 man to carry, im 6'1 or 6'2, muscular, and i can carry good amount of wieght, but damn, your guy would need to be the hulk to carry all that stuff, not to mention he would need loads of duffle bags. The thought of another OC is apprecaited, but I know what i will be doing for this chapter. Please continue to enjoy the story...