Chapter 4
She stepped back, dropping a bag that was in her hand. "Stay back," she warned, the crouched and pulled something out of her bag. It was a saber, she flipped it in her had to hold the tip facing me. "Don't come any closer." This isn't how she should act to me. NAY! She wasn't doing this to me.
I moved closer, "I warned you." She slashed at me. I wore only a vest so my arms had no protection. Yet it didn't hurt. Not really, it was a dulled weapon. That is unlike the sword I wore on my belt. She slashed at me again, this time I caught the weapon in my hand. I could see her hand tighten on the grip and her teeth clench. I held the sword tight. I then pulled it out of her hand with a yank. The saber landed with a clank on the hard surface.
She took another step back. I pulled my sword slowly. "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do what ever you want, just don't hurt me." What was she talking about? She should know that I'm not going to hurt her.
I flipped my sword in my hand. So the blade faced to the ground. I fell into a kneeling position. My head bowed.
"I have looked all over for you." I paused, what do I say next? What was her name? What if she still..."It took me almost an Earth year to find you Tamer Joan."
I will not hurt you. I just need your help. I thought wishing she could hear.
I looked up into her eyes; she looked at me and pointed at me with her index finger. "Wait," she said slowly, "that was you weren't it?" We looked at each other and I could see in her eyes that she was as confused as I was. Then I remembered the voice I had heard. It was her! She must have heard me too. By the Sovereign, what is going on!?
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What is going on? One minute I was walking home, the next I meet up with some sorta werewolf. No, this wasn't a werewolf. But, if this wasn't a werewolf, or a mutant, then what was he? Now, I'm hearing voices inside my head! But the voice. It was... it was him.
"Please, Tamer Joan. I need your help." Tamer Joan?
"What do you mean by tamer?"
"I have been exiled from Diecotra. For attacking a Chosen. That was over a year ago. When I was exiled I was also told not to return with out a Tamer. And that is you, Tamer Joan." I looked around, this was crazy! Chosen? Tamer?
"Hold on," I walked past him to pick up my saber. I turned to look at him, "You can stand up now." So he did, I walked back to my bag and placed my weapon in there. He sheathed his sword and rubbed his right arm. Something red mixed in with his hand. He paused to look, and then looked up, almost, frightened.
"What is this liquid," I took his right hand and looked at it. His fur was of a metallic blue. Yet what covered his hand was not just any liquid. It was blood.
"Ah shit, you're bleeding!"
"Bleeding? Dieco and Sovereignties do not bleeding. What is bleeding?" I pulled off my blue sweat jacket and bandaged his arm with it.
"It's bleed with i-n-g and the end." I then I collected my bag and started to walk past him. I turned and he stood there looking at me. "Well, come on," I said to him. He hurried to my side as I started off home.
I opened the door slowly. Then looked back at, I never asked for a name. Oh well, I'll ask when we get to my room.
Alex trotted over. He looked at Alex. My domesticated dog licked his fingers. The 'werewolf' knelt and left his hand open. I pet Alex on the head. Then the 'werewolf', "This way," I told him.
He followed as Alex waited at the bottom of the stairs. I walked into my room and beckoned him in. Then I closed the door behind him. Missing the unseen tail by millimeters.
The 'werewolf' stood and looked around. I set my stuff down. "You can sit in that chair if you want. I'm going to get some paper towels and washcloths." I walked into the bathroom. Pulling towels out of the closest I winched from a pain in my right hand. After setting down the towels I looked at my hand. It bore a red scratch. Curiosity came over me. I rolled up my sleeves. There was also a red mark.
Wait. Those were the two places I had hit him earlier. This is getting confusing. How did I get these scratches? I sighed and pulled some anti-biotic out from under the sink. Then wet a washcloth.
When I came back to my room he was looking at some of my books. He then turned to me while holding a book. I held out my hand, he handed it over. "This one looked interesting, must be about sword fighting." He said. I looked at the cover, The Three Musketeers.
"So, hmm, we haven't been formally introduced." I set the towels down by the tan chair in my room. He lumbered over and sat down. I moved behind him and pulled on the chair, making it recline part of the way. He struggled to get up. I put a hand on his shoulder, he relaxed and smiled.
"My full name is Dantagonmon, my friends call me Dantagon." The name seemed long, almost too long. It was nothing I had ever heard before. I looked back at the book he had given me.
"Err; can I just call you D'Artagnan?"
"D'Artagnan," he tested the name. "D'Artagnan," he flashed a smile, "not bad. I guess my friends will need to call me by another name. Thanks to you Tamer Joan."
"Just Joan, I don't know what you mean by tamer. I'm... I'm just a kid." I lightly sat on the left chair arm. I then lightly touched his wound with the wet washcloth. He winched as I felt a pain shoot up my arm.
"No Ta... Joan." We looked each other in the eye. They seemed to show a sadness and agony. They were so forlorn. "You're not just a kid... Joan. At least... sigh, at least not to me." I smiled and finished cleaning his wounds.
She stepped back, dropping a bag that was in her hand. "Stay back," she warned, the crouched and pulled something out of her bag. It was a saber, she flipped it in her had to hold the tip facing me. "Don't come any closer." This isn't how she should act to me. NAY! She wasn't doing this to me.
I moved closer, "I warned you." She slashed at me. I wore only a vest so my arms had no protection. Yet it didn't hurt. Not really, it was a dulled weapon. That is unlike the sword I wore on my belt. She slashed at me again, this time I caught the weapon in my hand. I could see her hand tighten on the grip and her teeth clench. I held the sword tight. I then pulled it out of her hand with a yank. The saber landed with a clank on the hard surface.
She took another step back. I pulled my sword slowly. "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do what ever you want, just don't hurt me." What was she talking about? She should know that I'm not going to hurt her.
I flipped my sword in my hand. So the blade faced to the ground. I fell into a kneeling position. My head bowed.
"I have looked all over for you." I paused, what do I say next? What was her name? What if she still..."It took me almost an Earth year to find you Tamer Joan."
I will not hurt you. I just need your help. I thought wishing she could hear.
I looked up into her eyes; she looked at me and pointed at me with her index finger. "Wait," she said slowly, "that was you weren't it?" We looked at each other and I could see in her eyes that she was as confused as I was. Then I remembered the voice I had heard. It was her! She must have heard me too. By the Sovereign, what is going on!?
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What is going on? One minute I was walking home, the next I meet up with some sorta werewolf. No, this wasn't a werewolf. But, if this wasn't a werewolf, or a mutant, then what was he? Now, I'm hearing voices inside my head! But the voice. It was... it was him.
"Please, Tamer Joan. I need your help." Tamer Joan?
"What do you mean by tamer?"
"I have been exiled from Diecotra. For attacking a Chosen. That was over a year ago. When I was exiled I was also told not to return with out a Tamer. And that is you, Tamer Joan." I looked around, this was crazy! Chosen? Tamer?
"Hold on," I walked past him to pick up my saber. I turned to look at him, "You can stand up now." So he did, I walked back to my bag and placed my weapon in there. He sheathed his sword and rubbed his right arm. Something red mixed in with his hand. He paused to look, and then looked up, almost, frightened.
"What is this liquid," I took his right hand and looked at it. His fur was of a metallic blue. Yet what covered his hand was not just any liquid. It was blood.
"Ah shit, you're bleeding!"
"Bleeding? Dieco and Sovereignties do not bleeding. What is bleeding?" I pulled off my blue sweat jacket and bandaged his arm with it.
"It's bleed with i-n-g and the end." I then I collected my bag and started to walk past him. I turned and he stood there looking at me. "Well, come on," I said to him. He hurried to my side as I started off home.
I opened the door slowly. Then looked back at, I never asked for a name. Oh well, I'll ask when we get to my room.
Alex trotted over. He looked at Alex. My domesticated dog licked his fingers. The 'werewolf' knelt and left his hand open. I pet Alex on the head. Then the 'werewolf', "This way," I told him.
He followed as Alex waited at the bottom of the stairs. I walked into my room and beckoned him in. Then I closed the door behind him. Missing the unseen tail by millimeters.
The 'werewolf' stood and looked around. I set my stuff down. "You can sit in that chair if you want. I'm going to get some paper towels and washcloths." I walked into the bathroom. Pulling towels out of the closest I winched from a pain in my right hand. After setting down the towels I looked at my hand. It bore a red scratch. Curiosity came over me. I rolled up my sleeves. There was also a red mark.
Wait. Those were the two places I had hit him earlier. This is getting confusing. How did I get these scratches? I sighed and pulled some anti-biotic out from under the sink. Then wet a washcloth.
When I came back to my room he was looking at some of my books. He then turned to me while holding a book. I held out my hand, he handed it over. "This one looked interesting, must be about sword fighting." He said. I looked at the cover, The Three Musketeers.
"So, hmm, we haven't been formally introduced." I set the towels down by the tan chair in my room. He lumbered over and sat down. I moved behind him and pulled on the chair, making it recline part of the way. He struggled to get up. I put a hand on his shoulder, he relaxed and smiled.
"My full name is Dantagonmon, my friends call me Dantagon." The name seemed long, almost too long. It was nothing I had ever heard before. I looked back at the book he had given me.
"Err; can I just call you D'Artagnan?"
"D'Artagnan," he tested the name. "D'Artagnan," he flashed a smile, "not bad. I guess my friends will need to call me by another name. Thanks to you Tamer Joan."
"Just Joan, I don't know what you mean by tamer. I'm... I'm just a kid." I lightly sat on the left chair arm. I then lightly touched his wound with the wet washcloth. He winched as I felt a pain shoot up my arm.
"No Ta... Joan." We looked each other in the eye. They seemed to show a sadness and agony. They were so forlorn. "You're not just a kid... Joan. At least... sigh, at least not to me." I smiled and finished cleaning his wounds.