Chapter Four
Isaac had fallen asleep again, and this time he felt well rested. When he finally woke up again, he gave a large yawn and stretched across his bed. He rolled over on his side, looking out the window.
He knew it was the next day, and early morning. He could tell by the light of the sun that was just beginning to peek through the trees; making the fallen leaves look like a growing fire. Isaac pulled himself out of bed, only feeling slight effects of the exhaustion from what his body had gone through.
Soon he was down the stairs, fully dressed. He wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, starting to crunch on it quietly. His mother was still sleeping, a small snore coming out from her bedroom. Isaac tilted his head to the side slightly, allowing his neck to give a small crack.
Throwing the apple core in a small burlap bag, Isaac headed out of the house. He ran his hands through his hair, thinking about Jenna. He knew that she would probably like to know that he was up and about, so he turned his feet so that they started heading over to her's and Felix's house.
Knocking with the back of his hand on the door to their house, he waiting quietly for one of them to come to the door. After waiting a few moments, he knocked again. When there still was no answer, he grew slightly suspicious. The first thought that crossed his mind was that they were not at home at all. He opened the door a crack, peering in. No, they were home. He saw two pairs of boots, one belonging to Jenna and the other belonging to Felix.
Pushing the door open and stepping in, he called out, "Jenna?"
When he did not receive an answer like he was hoping he would, he began to walk more into the house. Isaac walked around quietly on the first floor, checking each room to see if they were in there. When he could not find them, he slowly started walking up the wooden stairs. He was beginning to grow uneasy, not liking the situation. Why weren't they answering, if they were really home at all?
As he neared the top of the stairs, he saw specks of red against the wall. He felt a sudden surge that immediately told him that everything was now definitely not okay, and he raced upstairs into the room, his eyes frantic.
Felix was sprawled out on the floor spread eagle. There was a large gash running across his face, crossing over where other scars lay. There was another lump up near his temple, and blood flowed slowly from it. His brown hair was matted against the blood. Isaac raced over, kneeling down next to him, scanning the room for Jenna. He didn't see her anywhere or traces of blood that would hint to him where she lay. Sucking in a deep breath, he shook Felix lightly, trying to wake him up.
The boy let out a moan, but that was all. His breathing was shallow, and Isaac could tell that it was not improving. It was lucky that he had not gotten hit directly on the temple, because Isaac knew then Felix wouldn't even be breathing. He put his arm around his friend's back and pulled him up, pulling Felix's right arm around his shoulder so that he rested heavily on his back. He dragged him over to a bed that he was pretty sure was Felix's due to the messy way it was made, and slumped him down onto the bed.
Making sure that Felix's head rested on the pillow, Isaac tore off a piece of his own shirt. He started mopping off Felix's face, then simply wrapped the torn cloth around his wounds, making sure that it did not cover his nose or mouth. Having done the best of what he could then, he bolted back down the stairs and out the door. His feet moved swiftly, even though he was still tired and sore from his own problems. Isaac's feet soon lead him to Mia's small house that was recently built.
He knocked heavily on the door, calling out, "MIA!" Hardly being able to wait for a response, he pushed the door open. Mia was already running towards the door, still wearing a nightgown with a robe wrapped around it.
"Isaac? What's wrong?" She moved up to him, looking at his heavily breathing form.
Isaac shook his head, hardly being able to talk now. "Something happened to Felix and Jenna! Jenna's not there, and Felix, he's. he's just bleeding from the face, there's a gash and a lump and his breathing just isn't improving."
Mia took one look at him, then raced out the door. The sticks and rocks on the ground hurt her bare feet, but she ignored them for now. She raced into Jenna's and Felix's house, the door already open and all. Her eyes searched over the first floor, Isaac not having told her where Felix was. Finally she ran upstairs and immediately saw Felix lying on the bed.
She moved over to the bed, and moved the cloth away from his wounds. Grimacing a little, she held her hands out over his face. A soft blue light fell from her fingers as Isaac came into the room, and the gash began to close and the lump on his head stopped bleeding, reducing greatly in size.
"Is he going to be alright?" Isaac asked. He knew that at that moment it was right to ask about Felix's condition, though all his mind could really think about was where Jenna was, if Jenna was okay. Mia nodded a little. "He'll be okay now. he lost a lot of blood though, so I doubt he'll be waking up for awhile." She knew that half of that was not news that Isaac wanted to hear, considering that meant that Felix wouldn't be able to tell them what happened or give any indication of where Jenna might be.
It was only a short noise, but neither of them had any time to react to the twang they suddenly heard. Mia let out a cry and fell over backwards, her hand moving immediately to her right shoulder where now an arrow stuck out.
"Mia!" Isaac yelled out. He purposely yelled as loud as possible, hoping that somebody near by would wake, would come and investigate. He began to shift over and move towards her.
There was a thunk as feet landed in the room, and Isaac felt them move right up next to him. He turned his head, and right in front of his forehead was the sharp end of an arrow.
"Your turn, boy."
Isaac had fallen asleep again, and this time he felt well rested. When he finally woke up again, he gave a large yawn and stretched across his bed. He rolled over on his side, looking out the window.
He knew it was the next day, and early morning. He could tell by the light of the sun that was just beginning to peek through the trees; making the fallen leaves look like a growing fire. Isaac pulled himself out of bed, only feeling slight effects of the exhaustion from what his body had gone through.
Soon he was down the stairs, fully dressed. He wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, starting to crunch on it quietly. His mother was still sleeping, a small snore coming out from her bedroom. Isaac tilted his head to the side slightly, allowing his neck to give a small crack.
Throwing the apple core in a small burlap bag, Isaac headed out of the house. He ran his hands through his hair, thinking about Jenna. He knew that she would probably like to know that he was up and about, so he turned his feet so that they started heading over to her's and Felix's house.
Knocking with the back of his hand on the door to their house, he waiting quietly for one of them to come to the door. After waiting a few moments, he knocked again. When there still was no answer, he grew slightly suspicious. The first thought that crossed his mind was that they were not at home at all. He opened the door a crack, peering in. No, they were home. He saw two pairs of boots, one belonging to Jenna and the other belonging to Felix.
Pushing the door open and stepping in, he called out, "Jenna?"
When he did not receive an answer like he was hoping he would, he began to walk more into the house. Isaac walked around quietly on the first floor, checking each room to see if they were in there. When he could not find them, he slowly started walking up the wooden stairs. He was beginning to grow uneasy, not liking the situation. Why weren't they answering, if they were really home at all?
As he neared the top of the stairs, he saw specks of red against the wall. He felt a sudden surge that immediately told him that everything was now definitely not okay, and he raced upstairs into the room, his eyes frantic.
Felix was sprawled out on the floor spread eagle. There was a large gash running across his face, crossing over where other scars lay. There was another lump up near his temple, and blood flowed slowly from it. His brown hair was matted against the blood. Isaac raced over, kneeling down next to him, scanning the room for Jenna. He didn't see her anywhere or traces of blood that would hint to him where she lay. Sucking in a deep breath, he shook Felix lightly, trying to wake him up.
The boy let out a moan, but that was all. His breathing was shallow, and Isaac could tell that it was not improving. It was lucky that he had not gotten hit directly on the temple, because Isaac knew then Felix wouldn't even be breathing. He put his arm around his friend's back and pulled him up, pulling Felix's right arm around his shoulder so that he rested heavily on his back. He dragged him over to a bed that he was pretty sure was Felix's due to the messy way it was made, and slumped him down onto the bed.
Making sure that Felix's head rested on the pillow, Isaac tore off a piece of his own shirt. He started mopping off Felix's face, then simply wrapped the torn cloth around his wounds, making sure that it did not cover his nose or mouth. Having done the best of what he could then, he bolted back down the stairs and out the door. His feet moved swiftly, even though he was still tired and sore from his own problems. Isaac's feet soon lead him to Mia's small house that was recently built.
He knocked heavily on the door, calling out, "MIA!" Hardly being able to wait for a response, he pushed the door open. Mia was already running towards the door, still wearing a nightgown with a robe wrapped around it.
"Isaac? What's wrong?" She moved up to him, looking at his heavily breathing form.
Isaac shook his head, hardly being able to talk now. "Something happened to Felix and Jenna! Jenna's not there, and Felix, he's. he's just bleeding from the face, there's a gash and a lump and his breathing just isn't improving."
Mia took one look at him, then raced out the door. The sticks and rocks on the ground hurt her bare feet, but she ignored them for now. She raced into Jenna's and Felix's house, the door already open and all. Her eyes searched over the first floor, Isaac not having told her where Felix was. Finally she ran upstairs and immediately saw Felix lying on the bed.
She moved over to the bed, and moved the cloth away from his wounds. Grimacing a little, she held her hands out over his face. A soft blue light fell from her fingers as Isaac came into the room, and the gash began to close and the lump on his head stopped bleeding, reducing greatly in size.
"Is he going to be alright?" Isaac asked. He knew that at that moment it was right to ask about Felix's condition, though all his mind could really think about was where Jenna was, if Jenna was okay. Mia nodded a little. "He'll be okay now. he lost a lot of blood though, so I doubt he'll be waking up for awhile." She knew that half of that was not news that Isaac wanted to hear, considering that meant that Felix wouldn't be able to tell them what happened or give any indication of where Jenna might be.
It was only a short noise, but neither of them had any time to react to the twang they suddenly heard. Mia let out a cry and fell over backwards, her hand moving immediately to her right shoulder where now an arrow stuck out.
"Mia!" Isaac yelled out. He purposely yelled as loud as possible, hoping that somebody near by would wake, would come and investigate. He began to shift over and move towards her.
There was a thunk as feet landed in the room, and Isaac felt them move right up next to him. He turned his head, and right in front of his forehead was the sharp end of an arrow.
"Your turn, boy."