A TALE OF SHERWOOD
Chapter 6 In which there are very, very few words.
By night an atheist half believes a God. -Edward Young
Duo opened his eyes a crack. And then shut them instantly. The sun hurt! He tried, halfheartedly, to talk his body into waking up. It was slow to respond. He rose, finally, groaning. He was not a morning person. Not at all. Duo peeled back his nice, warm blankets- whistling between his teeth at the cold. The warm days did not mean the nights were warm, in fact they were downright freezing!
Slowly, with much complaining, he got dressed. Harry was still asleep. His cheek had a nasty bruise on it- as did the bits of his arm that Duo could see. He wondered how many more were hidden by clothing. But nothing was broken, Elle had said. The bruises would fade.
Duo shouldered his quiver. He was going to check the road. He wondered, idly, if he should leave Harry a note. Could he read? Not many people could. Duo had been taught by the Monks, all those years ago. Memories flooded his mind but he shook them away. No time for that now. He picked up his bow and left.
AN: Haha. The shortest chapter ever written! Hahaha! Well, actually its not the shortest chapter ever, I once read one that was only a sentence. It went "Once upon a time, there was what was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell." So be thankful, this is an entire THREE paragraphs, I'll write my one sentence chapter later on.
Chapter 6 In which there are very, very few words.
By night an atheist half believes a God. -Edward Young
Duo opened his eyes a crack. And then shut them instantly. The sun hurt! He tried, halfheartedly, to talk his body into waking up. It was slow to respond. He rose, finally, groaning. He was not a morning person. Not at all. Duo peeled back his nice, warm blankets- whistling between his teeth at the cold. The warm days did not mean the nights were warm, in fact they were downright freezing!
Slowly, with much complaining, he got dressed. Harry was still asleep. His cheek had a nasty bruise on it- as did the bits of his arm that Duo could see. He wondered how many more were hidden by clothing. But nothing was broken, Elle had said. The bruises would fade.
Duo shouldered his quiver. He was going to check the road. He wondered, idly, if he should leave Harry a note. Could he read? Not many people could. Duo had been taught by the Monks, all those years ago. Memories flooded his mind but he shook them away. No time for that now. He picked up his bow and left.
AN: Haha. The shortest chapter ever written! Hahaha! Well, actually its not the shortest chapter ever, I once read one that was only a sentence. It went "Once upon a time, there was what was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell." So be thankful, this is an entire THREE paragraphs, I'll write my one sentence chapter later on.