Chapter 7: Nazia The Outcast
Isle galloped fast as he ran, flapping Tristen's guitar about. "Faster, faster!" he began to chant, "Faster, faster! I really want that tea."
Riding past the dark woods, faster, thrashing through bushes and branches off tree that stung Tristen's face slightly.
"Hey! We're nearly there! We've passed the spot where I was hurt. So you do have a sense in running, huh?"
He said looking back up to see a rough red cloth torn as he went past, thinking it was a blur he didn't really think too much of.
Outside stepped Nazia, seeing the prince jumping off his horse. Her mind and guts felt all jittery to see him again, and at that she smiled warmly.
Tristen hadn't noticed her yet, throwing his pointy green hat aside and ruffled up his hair, as he hated his hair straight and perfect. Nazia closed up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?"
"Aaaaaah! Cold!!!" He said turning around and took her hands off his eyes to see her cheeky grin.
"How are you?"
"I'm okay, why?" she questioned. Tristen felt across her forehead like a doctor would to a patient.
"Just as I thought. You have a fever."
"What's that?"
"It's a... huh? You don't know what that means?"
"No." She said shaking her head.
"Well luckily I got here to help you to know what a cold is. Come on, you need a rest and warm food!"
"But I'm not hungry."
"This will help you. Trust me." He said turning to her, Nazia started to lead them back to her place, feeling confused of this word, flu.
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As the two headed off, a wild pair of eyes was watching them from behind in a bush as the sharp, green eyes pointing down, beginning to chant.
"Outcast must be destroyed! Outcast evil! Outcast laugh at me!!!"
Sounded a croaky male voice, stepping up his sharp bladed wings and six legs appeared gigantic. This was the formation to a grasshopper, wearing a rough red jacket, with a torn piece off by the shoulders. He watched as Tristen and Nazia walked side by side down the hill.
Isle galloped fast as he ran, flapping Tristen's guitar about. "Faster, faster!" he began to chant, "Faster, faster! I really want that tea."
Riding past the dark woods, faster, thrashing through bushes and branches off tree that stung Tristen's face slightly.
"Hey! We're nearly there! We've passed the spot where I was hurt. So you do have a sense in running, huh?"
He said looking back up to see a rough red cloth torn as he went past, thinking it was a blur he didn't really think too much of.
Outside stepped Nazia, seeing the prince jumping off his horse. Her mind and guts felt all jittery to see him again, and at that she smiled warmly.
Tristen hadn't noticed her yet, throwing his pointy green hat aside and ruffled up his hair, as he hated his hair straight and perfect. Nazia closed up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?"
"Aaaaaah! Cold!!!" He said turning around and took her hands off his eyes to see her cheeky grin.
"How are you?"
"I'm okay, why?" she questioned. Tristen felt across her forehead like a doctor would to a patient.
"Just as I thought. You have a fever."
"What's that?"
"It's a... huh? You don't know what that means?"
"No." She said shaking her head.
"Well luckily I got here to help you to know what a cold is. Come on, you need a rest and warm food!"
"But I'm not hungry."
"This will help you. Trust me." He said turning to her, Nazia started to lead them back to her place, feeling confused of this word, flu.
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As the two headed off, a wild pair of eyes was watching them from behind in a bush as the sharp, green eyes pointing down, beginning to chant.
"Outcast must be destroyed! Outcast evil! Outcast laugh at me!!!"
Sounded a croaky male voice, stepping up his sharp bladed wings and six legs appeared gigantic. This was the formation to a grasshopper, wearing a rough red jacket, with a torn piece off by the shoulders. He watched as Tristen and Nazia walked side by side down the hill.