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come up with all of this great stuff. So I just use most of his stuff and
add a twist to it. I do own Arlin and her family and most the character
surrounding her though. Want to use any of my characters in your story just
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Anyways without further ado Chapter two
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"You see I came to inquire about your horse," the nobleman explained.
"My horse?" Arlin asked in slight confusion looking to the right side of the house where her father's beloved horse stood happily grazing nearby.
"Yes, I wish to inquire about the price of your horse," the nobleman insisted. A look of annoyance and impatience was now noticeable throughout his features. Arlin continued to gaze at her father's horse, who now gently lifted his head from the grazing and now looked intently towards Arlin. At the man's harsh sounding words the stallion perked his ears forward as if to listen to the conversation. Arlin didn't notice the noble man's change in expression but she did recognize his drastic change in tone. She didn't like at all how he spoke to her as though she were a child or a being so far below him that she was no better than a common barn animal.
"Are you even listening to me!" the man demanded. Arlin though startled by the man's sudden scream did not even flinch but simply slowly turned to face him. She dared not look into his face for fear that he would take offense due to the face he was of a higher class then she. From what she could tell from the little she knew about the man was that he was probably only a few years older than she, possibly twenty-three or twenty- four.
"Why may I ask do you even want my father's horse?" Arlin asked earnestly. She had no idea why a nobleman would want her father's old horse. It seemed so strange especially when there were probably a million other horses for the nobleman to choose from. She did not understand what was so special about her father's, even though she did indeed love her father's horse very much.
"There are not many black horses left in Rohan and I intend to have one for myself," the nobleman explained.
"Well I'm afraid to tell you that this horse is not for sale," Arlin stated flatly.
"Name you price," the man insisted, "Everything has a price. I will offer you as much as you ask for him."
"Some things do not have a price," Arlin explained solemnly keeping her voice calm although she was beginning to become worried by the way the man spoke.
"I'm afraid that priceless or not I will have your horse," he stated.
"I'm afraid that it's not going to happen," Arlin replied tentatively for fear as to how the man would react, "He's the only horse we have."
"You can always buy another," the nobleman insisted haughtily, "Now if you don't mind I must be getting my horse." As he finished talking the man pushed Arlin to the ground and advanced towards the unsuspecting stallion. As the nobleman came close to the horse the stallion began to prance around anxiously too sure what to make of the unfamiliar person.
Arlin slowly got up from the ground still in shock that the man had knocked her to the ground. Her right arm and head ached and throbbed. She did not know what to do now there was no way for her to overpower the man and stop him. By the time Arlin was able to get her bearings the man had already taken hold of the stallion's lead rope and was attempting to lead him away. The stallion reluctant to go anywhere reared up pulling the lead rope from the man's hands. The man began to curse angrily at the stallion and began to make idle threats. Arlin was forced to look on helplessly.
After several attempts the man was able to grab a hold of the lead rope and this time he was determined not to let go of it. By this time the stallion had grown tired from all of his flailing in attempts to keep the man away. The nobleman sneered in triumphant and began to lead his prize away. Arlin not sure what to do stood helplessly watching as he father's horse was led away. She knew that there was nothing she could do. If she tried to stop the man he could easily overpower her and he would still get the horse. There was no way she could ask anyone for help the man was infact a nobleman while she herself was nothing but a lowly peasant.
Arlin though was not going to let her father's horse be taken away. At that moment a rash plan formed in her head. She would follow the nobleman and eventually steal the horse back. She would just have to be careful though and make sure the man never knew she was following. She would finally get to go on her adventure though it was certainly not what she had expected it to be. Arlin had no idea where she was going where this man was going to lead her. In a way though this though excited her, finally she would get to leave her small house and see new places filled with new people. She could finally become something; she could finally make something of herself.
Without a single thought, Arlin slowly began to follow the man making sure that she kept her distance so that he would not know she was following him. She noticed that Durithil, her father's horse, did not seem pleased being towards the busy marketplace. He did not enough all the noise and fuss that the people made. Even before he the man arrived on the outskirts of the marketplace Durithil bulked as a woman beat a rug against her house to rid it of any dirt or debris before she tried to sell it. Another woman's screams could already be heard as she called out the names of her goods.
"Eggs!" the woman screamed, "Fresh chicken!" Arlin found her pace suddenly beginning to lessen. She no longer liked having to face the people of her town and she avoided going to the market whenever she could. Arlin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled trying to calm herself. There was no way she was going to turn back now. She wasn't going to let the evil nobleman get away with stealing her horse. Durithil was one of the few things left in the world that she cared about. The stallion was often timid and skittish but other times he seemed to have a confidence and spirit about him that Arlin loved. Now that she really thought about it he was very pleasing to the eye also. He had a shimmering black coat that was as dark as a raven's wing. Upon his forehead was a small white star that shone out between his too deep liquid brown eyes.
Arlin finally reached the edges of the busy marketplace. She took one last deep sigh and entered. As she was first met with the busy sights of the marketplace Arlin did not even think about what she was leaving behind. For the first time in many years Arlin's mind seemed to have somehow forgotten her sick mother who now lay in bed probably sleeping. No all that Arlin thought about was the adventure that now lay ahead of her. Little did she think about the horrible things that would come because of her absence.
So anyways please review let me know what you think. I'll post another chapter soon.
Anyways without further ado Chapter two
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"You see I came to inquire about your horse," the nobleman explained.
"My horse?" Arlin asked in slight confusion looking to the right side of the house where her father's beloved horse stood happily grazing nearby.
"Yes, I wish to inquire about the price of your horse," the nobleman insisted. A look of annoyance and impatience was now noticeable throughout his features. Arlin continued to gaze at her father's horse, who now gently lifted his head from the grazing and now looked intently towards Arlin. At the man's harsh sounding words the stallion perked his ears forward as if to listen to the conversation. Arlin didn't notice the noble man's change in expression but she did recognize his drastic change in tone. She didn't like at all how he spoke to her as though she were a child or a being so far below him that she was no better than a common barn animal.
"Are you even listening to me!" the man demanded. Arlin though startled by the man's sudden scream did not even flinch but simply slowly turned to face him. She dared not look into his face for fear that he would take offense due to the face he was of a higher class then she. From what she could tell from the little she knew about the man was that he was probably only a few years older than she, possibly twenty-three or twenty- four.
"Why may I ask do you even want my father's horse?" Arlin asked earnestly. She had no idea why a nobleman would want her father's old horse. It seemed so strange especially when there were probably a million other horses for the nobleman to choose from. She did not understand what was so special about her father's, even though she did indeed love her father's horse very much.
"There are not many black horses left in Rohan and I intend to have one for myself," the nobleman explained.
"Well I'm afraid to tell you that this horse is not for sale," Arlin stated flatly.
"Name you price," the man insisted, "Everything has a price. I will offer you as much as you ask for him."
"Some things do not have a price," Arlin explained solemnly keeping her voice calm although she was beginning to become worried by the way the man spoke.
"I'm afraid that priceless or not I will have your horse," he stated.
"I'm afraid that it's not going to happen," Arlin replied tentatively for fear as to how the man would react, "He's the only horse we have."
"You can always buy another," the nobleman insisted haughtily, "Now if you don't mind I must be getting my horse." As he finished talking the man pushed Arlin to the ground and advanced towards the unsuspecting stallion. As the nobleman came close to the horse the stallion began to prance around anxiously too sure what to make of the unfamiliar person.
Arlin slowly got up from the ground still in shock that the man had knocked her to the ground. Her right arm and head ached and throbbed. She did not know what to do now there was no way for her to overpower the man and stop him. By the time Arlin was able to get her bearings the man had already taken hold of the stallion's lead rope and was attempting to lead him away. The stallion reluctant to go anywhere reared up pulling the lead rope from the man's hands. The man began to curse angrily at the stallion and began to make idle threats. Arlin was forced to look on helplessly.
After several attempts the man was able to grab a hold of the lead rope and this time he was determined not to let go of it. By this time the stallion had grown tired from all of his flailing in attempts to keep the man away. The nobleman sneered in triumphant and began to lead his prize away. Arlin not sure what to do stood helplessly watching as he father's horse was led away. She knew that there was nothing she could do. If she tried to stop the man he could easily overpower her and he would still get the horse. There was no way she could ask anyone for help the man was infact a nobleman while she herself was nothing but a lowly peasant.
Arlin though was not going to let her father's horse be taken away. At that moment a rash plan formed in her head. She would follow the nobleman and eventually steal the horse back. She would just have to be careful though and make sure the man never knew she was following. She would finally get to go on her adventure though it was certainly not what she had expected it to be. Arlin had no idea where she was going where this man was going to lead her. In a way though this though excited her, finally she would get to leave her small house and see new places filled with new people. She could finally become something; she could finally make something of herself.
Without a single thought, Arlin slowly began to follow the man making sure that she kept her distance so that he would not know she was following him. She noticed that Durithil, her father's horse, did not seem pleased being towards the busy marketplace. He did not enough all the noise and fuss that the people made. Even before he the man arrived on the outskirts of the marketplace Durithil bulked as a woman beat a rug against her house to rid it of any dirt or debris before she tried to sell it. Another woman's screams could already be heard as she called out the names of her goods.
"Eggs!" the woman screamed, "Fresh chicken!" Arlin found her pace suddenly beginning to lessen. She no longer liked having to face the people of her town and she avoided going to the market whenever she could. Arlin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled trying to calm herself. There was no way she was going to turn back now. She wasn't going to let the evil nobleman get away with stealing her horse. Durithil was one of the few things left in the world that she cared about. The stallion was often timid and skittish but other times he seemed to have a confidence and spirit about him that Arlin loved. Now that she really thought about it he was very pleasing to the eye also. He had a shimmering black coat that was as dark as a raven's wing. Upon his forehead was a small white star that shone out between his too deep liquid brown eyes.
Arlin finally reached the edges of the busy marketplace. She took one last deep sigh and entered. As she was first met with the busy sights of the marketplace Arlin did not even think about what she was leaving behind. For the first time in many years Arlin's mind seemed to have somehow forgotten her sick mother who now lay in bed probably sleeping. No all that Arlin thought about was the adventure that now lay ahead of her. Little did she think about the horrible things that would come because of her absence.
So anyways please review let me know what you think. I'll post another chapter soon.