(Stupid computer! I couldn't update in like, FOREVER! I hope you like
this chapter, but don't expect much more for a while because of technical
difficulties.)
Loki yawned at me widely, letting his tongue loll out. He happily panted and gave me a puppy smile. I smiled back at him tiredly. I turned from Loki and glanced warily over at Meta Knight, who was saying something to Brutus. Brutus laughed, and looked in my direction. I quickly turned away. I really hoped Meta Knight didn't find out what I did, but I was afraid he might decide to go for a walk and see all the trees that had been sheared away.
My gaze, now diverted from Meta Knight, was aimed at my long missing friend Goliath. It had been a while since his shoulder had been injured: He could use his arm for minor tasks now, thanks to Brutus and Masadona. Unfortunately, his side was still badly damaged. Apparently, the dead Clone of Meta Knight had hurt him badly. Still, he tried valiantly to sit upright disguising whatever pain he may have had. He chewed on some misshapen bread baked with medicinal herbs: which Masadona had made on a flat rock by the fire. I sat down next to him.
"How are ya doing?" I asked, trying to smile, but the grin was lost in a yawn. Was I tired because of what I did last night?
Goliath sighed, and looked at me. He turned to speak directly to me and winced, clutching his side. I started to help him, but he turned me away and sat up again. "I'm fine, 'ow 'ave ye been ye'self? Thine uncle tells me tha' ye seem to 'ave taken a ligh' to Masadona."
I felt a horrible, red tinted warmth rise to my face. Did absolutely EVERYONE I met up with have to embarrass me over this?! I looked up at Goliath, and decided to ignore the second part of his statement/question.
"I've been fine, just fine . . . if you can call finding out you have the ability to slay hundreds at a time and finding out your father may have been murdered fine."
Goliath's face contorted, and I could see that I had slightly confused him with my answer. He smiled, and laughed, still full of confusion. "Aye, fine all righ'. Ye'll be a righ' goo' pal to 'ave in a figh' some day." His chuckles dissolved and he held his side again. I left him then, to finish his breakfast.
I called Loki, and we both went into the trees for a morning stroll. I started to jog, just to wake me up. Loki kept up with my pace easily. Looking down at him, I realized that he had grown much in the short time he'd been with me. The puppy that had barely come up to my knees now trotted next to me with his bristly, red fur brushing my upper leg now. Feeling refreshed and wide-awake, I stopped at a tree.
As I rested, the light of the morning fell upon a dew covered web. The glimmering, diamond like strands reminded me of something . . .
I started to think of Masadona. Would it be possible to have a future with her? I cared for her strongly: though I still seemed unwilling to admit that I might love her. I imagined her, her smooth, silver blue hair. I imagined running my fingers through that fine hair . . .
(Third person view, watching Masadona back at the camp) "Hey!" Masadona spun around, and her eyes searched wildly. "Who's there?" she demanded. She didn't hear anything for several moments. She went back to cleaning up her few things, but shivered remembering the feeling of someone's fingers running through her hair. The presence was familiar: the one whom had appeared to her in dreams.
(Back to Magnum) "What was that?" While imagining Masadona, the young woman in my daydreams had suddenly gone fearful, and asked me to stop. That was odd . . .
(I know, I know, horribly short chapter. But I'm afraid that I might not update for a while, [because of the errors with the document manager at this site, no less!] and so wanted to get SOMETHING out. And I've revealed who Masadona's 'stalker' is. Magnum! I explain in the next Chapter. See ya then!)
Loki yawned at me widely, letting his tongue loll out. He happily panted and gave me a puppy smile. I smiled back at him tiredly. I turned from Loki and glanced warily over at Meta Knight, who was saying something to Brutus. Brutus laughed, and looked in my direction. I quickly turned away. I really hoped Meta Knight didn't find out what I did, but I was afraid he might decide to go for a walk and see all the trees that had been sheared away.
My gaze, now diverted from Meta Knight, was aimed at my long missing friend Goliath. It had been a while since his shoulder had been injured: He could use his arm for minor tasks now, thanks to Brutus and Masadona. Unfortunately, his side was still badly damaged. Apparently, the dead Clone of Meta Knight had hurt him badly. Still, he tried valiantly to sit upright disguising whatever pain he may have had. He chewed on some misshapen bread baked with medicinal herbs: which Masadona had made on a flat rock by the fire. I sat down next to him.
"How are ya doing?" I asked, trying to smile, but the grin was lost in a yawn. Was I tired because of what I did last night?
Goliath sighed, and looked at me. He turned to speak directly to me and winced, clutching his side. I started to help him, but he turned me away and sat up again. "I'm fine, 'ow 'ave ye been ye'self? Thine uncle tells me tha' ye seem to 'ave taken a ligh' to Masadona."
I felt a horrible, red tinted warmth rise to my face. Did absolutely EVERYONE I met up with have to embarrass me over this?! I looked up at Goliath, and decided to ignore the second part of his statement/question.
"I've been fine, just fine . . . if you can call finding out you have the ability to slay hundreds at a time and finding out your father may have been murdered fine."
Goliath's face contorted, and I could see that I had slightly confused him with my answer. He smiled, and laughed, still full of confusion. "Aye, fine all righ'. Ye'll be a righ' goo' pal to 'ave in a figh' some day." His chuckles dissolved and he held his side again. I left him then, to finish his breakfast.
I called Loki, and we both went into the trees for a morning stroll. I started to jog, just to wake me up. Loki kept up with my pace easily. Looking down at him, I realized that he had grown much in the short time he'd been with me. The puppy that had barely come up to my knees now trotted next to me with his bristly, red fur brushing my upper leg now. Feeling refreshed and wide-awake, I stopped at a tree.
As I rested, the light of the morning fell upon a dew covered web. The glimmering, diamond like strands reminded me of something . . .
I started to think of Masadona. Would it be possible to have a future with her? I cared for her strongly: though I still seemed unwilling to admit that I might love her. I imagined her, her smooth, silver blue hair. I imagined running my fingers through that fine hair . . .
(Third person view, watching Masadona back at the camp) "Hey!" Masadona spun around, and her eyes searched wildly. "Who's there?" she demanded. She didn't hear anything for several moments. She went back to cleaning up her few things, but shivered remembering the feeling of someone's fingers running through her hair. The presence was familiar: the one whom had appeared to her in dreams.
(Back to Magnum) "What was that?" While imagining Masadona, the young woman in my daydreams had suddenly gone fearful, and asked me to stop. That was odd . . .
(I know, I know, horribly short chapter. But I'm afraid that I might not update for a while, [because of the errors with the document manager at this site, no less!] and so wanted to get SOMETHING out. And I've revealed who Masadona's 'stalker' is. Magnum! I explain in the next Chapter. See ya then!)