2
One month later.
"What the.?" TJ looked toward the west where he had just heard a scream. Grabbing his katana, and his new wakisashi, TJ set off in the direction of the sound. A few minutes later, TJ came to a lake. One he had been fishing at a few days ago. The crystal-blue water sparkled as the sun rose higher into the sky. Along the shore, fine sand covered the ground. TJ took all this in, and spotted who had screamed.
A girl floated on her back in the water. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair drifted around her motionless body. Her clothes were torn to shreds, and it looked like her left arm was hurt. Blood slowly clouded the water.
TJ lifted her up gently and moved her onto shore. After making sure the girl was breathing, he covered her body with his black overcoat. TJ looked around again. No foot prints around that he could see. Had she drifted over from the other side? He'd have to ask her when she woke up.
"Well, no use staying here." TJ mumbled to himself. "Might as well get her some place safe." Monsters had become a problem in the past month. It was strange. After his village had been destroyed, the population of currs, goblins, and other beasts had increased drastically. Carefully, TJ carried the girl toward his home.
As he went, TJ examined the girl's face. She didn't look that much younger then he did. "Probably sixteen or seventeen," TJ mused out loud. She looked human, but then again, so did TJ. "Maybe from one of the towns nearby."
Hearing a thud on the ground, TJ looked down. A beautiful dagger lay on the ground near his foot. Another one dropped out of a pack that was still strapped to the girl's back. Carefully, still holding the girl, TJ picked up the daggers and rested them on the girl's stomach.
Minutes later, TJ came up on his new home. He had built it days after his village had been destroyed. After he had finished burying the dead, TJ had walked away and began construction on a new home. A day's walk away from where his village had once stood. TJ shifted the girl in his arms so he could move one to open the door.
He stepped into the small cabin. It was big enough for one person to call his home. Maybe two at best. There were two rooms. The main room, with a bed in one corner, a table and a chair, and a fireplace. The other room had a sleeping mat rolled up in a corner and a dresser. Not much furniture in the cabin.
TJ moved over to the bed and laid her down. He took the daggers and set them on the table, along with her pack, and his weapons; then began to start a fire.
One month later.
"What the.?" TJ looked toward the west where he had just heard a scream. Grabbing his katana, and his new wakisashi, TJ set off in the direction of the sound. A few minutes later, TJ came to a lake. One he had been fishing at a few days ago. The crystal-blue water sparkled as the sun rose higher into the sky. Along the shore, fine sand covered the ground. TJ took all this in, and spotted who had screamed.
A girl floated on her back in the water. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair drifted around her motionless body. Her clothes were torn to shreds, and it looked like her left arm was hurt. Blood slowly clouded the water.
TJ lifted her up gently and moved her onto shore. After making sure the girl was breathing, he covered her body with his black overcoat. TJ looked around again. No foot prints around that he could see. Had she drifted over from the other side? He'd have to ask her when she woke up.
"Well, no use staying here." TJ mumbled to himself. "Might as well get her some place safe." Monsters had become a problem in the past month. It was strange. After his village had been destroyed, the population of currs, goblins, and other beasts had increased drastically. Carefully, TJ carried the girl toward his home.
As he went, TJ examined the girl's face. She didn't look that much younger then he did. "Probably sixteen or seventeen," TJ mused out loud. She looked human, but then again, so did TJ. "Maybe from one of the towns nearby."
Hearing a thud on the ground, TJ looked down. A beautiful dagger lay on the ground near his foot. Another one dropped out of a pack that was still strapped to the girl's back. Carefully, still holding the girl, TJ picked up the daggers and rested them on the girl's stomach.
Minutes later, TJ came up on his new home. He had built it days after his village had been destroyed. After he had finished burying the dead, TJ had walked away and began construction on a new home. A day's walk away from where his village had once stood. TJ shifted the girl in his arms so he could move one to open the door.
He stepped into the small cabin. It was big enough for one person to call his home. Maybe two at best. There were two rooms. The main room, with a bed in one corner, a table and a chair, and a fireplace. The other room had a sleeping mat rolled up in a corner and a dresser. Not much furniture in the cabin.
TJ moved over to the bed and laid her down. He took the daggers and set them on the table, along with her pack, and his weapons; then began to start a fire.