PALAMON
Palamon could hear a warm, soft voice speaking to him. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, and he felt cold. "Palamon are you ok?" the voice spoke out to him again. When his vision cleared, he could see Athmae kneeling over him with her hand on his forehead. "Want me to get Rhapsody?"
"No. I'll be all right." Palamon replied laying his hand on hers. "Where is Achmed and Grunthor?"
"They went to go recruit. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Good." Athmae said snatching her hand away and standing up. "Then you can make breakfast." Before walking away Athmae kick the side of Palamon's leg hard.
"Ouch!" Palamon wailed holding his leg "Should have just said I was on the verge of death." He sat up on his sleeping mat and remembered what had happen last night. No wonder Athmae couldn't sleep at night. All he saw was a house burning and a woman screaming. Palamon was lost in thought when Athmae's constant tossing of gold coins at the back of his head interrupted him. He turned toward her and glared at her. She lazily picked up a gold vase, looked at it, then back at him as if going to toss it at his head. "Alright! All right! I'll get your damn breakfast." He said standing up quickly.
ATHMAE
Athmae closed her eyes and let the wind brush across her face. She was hidden within the shadow of a cliff waiting for her Que. She could see Blog of all ages, stretched out through out the Moot. She couldn't believe she offered to help Achmed with his 'Being king of the Bolglands' plan. She could hear him announcing his position. There was a loud uproar from below and a spear landed just beside her head. This was her Que.
Athmae slowly got up and walked to the edge of the cliff. She could feel all eyes on her as she walked forward. She jumped down to the ground and landed firmly on her feet. A large Blog stood in front of her and yelled at the top of its lungs. He pulled a large ax from his back, and sung it wildly at Athmae. She dodged it every time, just by stepping slightly to the side. Within a blink of an eye Athmae had drawn her sword. She slid through the Blog's legs and rammed the sword just between them. The Blog doubled backward, but before he fell over, Athmae was already on her feet. She swung the sword at his head and watched it fall to the ground. Three more Blog were charging at her. From up on the cliff, Palamon threw a black ring toward Athmae. She caught it in mid-step, pressed a small button on the side, and four black and blue blades popped out of the side. She cocked her arm and threw the bladed disk with all her strength. The disk sliced through all three of the Blog and land in the Moot wall at a slant.
She looked back up at Achmed and heard him say, "Anyone else?" There was nothing but silence. After the Moot slowly emptied, Athmae walked over to the Moot wall and placed her foot on the wall and pulled the bladed ring from it, then hooked it on her belt. When she reached the top of the cliff Palamon glared at her then said, "That was pitiful."
"Excuse me for being rusty," Athmae retorted stepping on Palamon's foot and twisting it back and forth before she walked back to the Teeth.
ATHMAE
"What did you call this place?" Athmae asked Achmed.
"The Cauldron," Achmed replied. "That hallway over there leads to my chamber so keep out of there."
"Wow! Look at this room! It's huge!" Jo exclaimed.
"Yeah it is huge." Athmae replied. She looked at Jo and grabbed her by her pack and pulled her to the ground in front of the doorway. "But this one is mine." Athmae threw her bag in the room and slammed the door shut. Leaving Jo with a scowl on her face.
Athmae lade on her back on her bed. Her room was dark, just the way she liked it. Athmae slowly closed her eyes, let out a deep sigh, and said to herself, "I could get use to calling this place home."
Palamon could hear a warm, soft voice speaking to him. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, and he felt cold. "Palamon are you ok?" the voice spoke out to him again. When his vision cleared, he could see Athmae kneeling over him with her hand on his forehead. "Want me to get Rhapsody?"
"No. I'll be all right." Palamon replied laying his hand on hers. "Where is Achmed and Grunthor?"
"They went to go recruit. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Good." Athmae said snatching her hand away and standing up. "Then you can make breakfast." Before walking away Athmae kick the side of Palamon's leg hard.
"Ouch!" Palamon wailed holding his leg "Should have just said I was on the verge of death." He sat up on his sleeping mat and remembered what had happen last night. No wonder Athmae couldn't sleep at night. All he saw was a house burning and a woman screaming. Palamon was lost in thought when Athmae's constant tossing of gold coins at the back of his head interrupted him. He turned toward her and glared at her. She lazily picked up a gold vase, looked at it, then back at him as if going to toss it at his head. "Alright! All right! I'll get your damn breakfast." He said standing up quickly.
ATHMAE
Athmae closed her eyes and let the wind brush across her face. She was hidden within the shadow of a cliff waiting for her Que. She could see Blog of all ages, stretched out through out the Moot. She couldn't believe she offered to help Achmed with his 'Being king of the Bolglands' plan. She could hear him announcing his position. There was a loud uproar from below and a spear landed just beside her head. This was her Que.
Athmae slowly got up and walked to the edge of the cliff. She could feel all eyes on her as she walked forward. She jumped down to the ground and landed firmly on her feet. A large Blog stood in front of her and yelled at the top of its lungs. He pulled a large ax from his back, and sung it wildly at Athmae. She dodged it every time, just by stepping slightly to the side. Within a blink of an eye Athmae had drawn her sword. She slid through the Blog's legs and rammed the sword just between them. The Blog doubled backward, but before he fell over, Athmae was already on her feet. She swung the sword at his head and watched it fall to the ground. Three more Blog were charging at her. From up on the cliff, Palamon threw a black ring toward Athmae. She caught it in mid-step, pressed a small button on the side, and four black and blue blades popped out of the side. She cocked her arm and threw the bladed disk with all her strength. The disk sliced through all three of the Blog and land in the Moot wall at a slant.
She looked back up at Achmed and heard him say, "Anyone else?" There was nothing but silence. After the Moot slowly emptied, Athmae walked over to the Moot wall and placed her foot on the wall and pulled the bladed ring from it, then hooked it on her belt. When she reached the top of the cliff Palamon glared at her then said, "That was pitiful."
"Excuse me for being rusty," Athmae retorted stepping on Palamon's foot and twisting it back and forth before she walked back to the Teeth.
ATHMAE
"What did you call this place?" Athmae asked Achmed.
"The Cauldron," Achmed replied. "That hallway over there leads to my chamber so keep out of there."
"Wow! Look at this room! It's huge!" Jo exclaimed.
"Yeah it is huge." Athmae replied. She looked at Jo and grabbed her by her pack and pulled her to the ground in front of the doorway. "But this one is mine." Athmae threw her bag in the room and slammed the door shut. Leaving Jo with a scowl on her face.
Athmae lade on her back on her bed. Her room was dark, just the way she liked it. Athmae slowly closed her eyes, let out a deep sigh, and said to herself, "I could get use to calling this place home."