WIND
WARRIORS
Chapter Two: So we meet again.
(Merle)
Rafer and I were never friends.
That
was always very clear in my mind. I'll go as far as to say that I
hated him... ever since he burned my hair when I was seven and he was
nine I had hated him with passion. Fast forward twelve years and we
still hated the likes of the other... though it had been two years
since we last saw each other.
It was April; we had been out
of Cloud City since the previous December. In the last few years the
Braeden had started to call their kingdom Terra and they had only one
thought in mind: Expansion. They thought Seaside and Fireland were
too well protected so they turned their sight north to our Valley. As
part of the King's Guard I traveled to Terra with King Roger to
negotiate a peace treaty.
We were, by no means, prepared for
a full on war... we had had enough trouble keeping the King Bolek's
Army out of the Unicorns Forest – the most direct path to our
Valley. We were desperate to keep the peace. Being that so, King
Roger found himself in a "between a rock and a hard place"
position and gave a lot of concessions to Bolek... such as Prince
Blake coming to our court as an "advisor".
When we had
made it to the Romney Forest, we were an hour away from Cloud City...
"I'm telling you, Donovan, I'm getting too old for
this." King Roger declared.
"You're young yet, Roger;
though I'll admit that these trips seem longer each time." My
father, Sir Donovan Raleigh, said.
"All I have to say is
that I'm glad Rafer is coming home soon. I look forward to delegate
some responsibilities on him... though I know is still a long shot
till I can abdicate... Rafer is not prepared to be king. His mother
spoiled him rotten and gods forgive me, I gave him too much freedom."
"Well, I'm not one to talk about spoiling or giving too
much freedom... I let Marit go and I let Merle stay. I let them do
what they wanted instead of what was better."
"But things
turned out good for your girls."
"You could say, I guess...
still, I have daughter who all she knows about responsibility is how
to spell the word and other that acts like a 40 year old trapped in a
teen body."
"Father, please..." I said tiredly.
We
had had that argument a lot of times. Dad used to say that ever since
my mom died I drove myself like a load lifter: always pushing myself
to do more... he used to say that my only answer to pain was to keep
too busy to notice. Dad was right, of course, but I wasn't about to
admit it.
"Okay, okay... but don't think I've changed
my mind, young lady!"
"I know, dad."
"Close
circle around the king!" William called riding from the rear end of
the column. "We are being followed."
I spun around
pulling at the bow and arrow in at my back, "Where?" I asked.
Will knew what I meant, he pointed toward a dense part of the forest
at my right. I took my shot and soon after we heard a "Damn!!!"
coming from where my arrow had landed.
I didn't recognize
the voice. Will, Mike and I dismounted and walked into we came face
to face with a man in his early twenties, my arrow had caught in the
hood of his robe and was pinning him to the three at his back.
"Who
are you?" Mike asked.
"Why, sir, I'll give you my name
if you give me yours." The man answered, his voice dripping
derision.
"I believe he asked first." I said, "Plus, we
are the ones with weapons, we ask the questions."
"Says
who?"
"Say the general law of all nations." I said, my
own voice matching the derision on his.
"When my father
finds out about this..." he said.
"When I find out what?"
I heard King Roger asking at my back. "Rafer! What are you doing
alone, in the forest, at this hour – so close to twilight – and
following us?"
"I was on my way to the Palace," Rafer
said, "I heard your horses and decided to come and join you and
your knights since I thought it was getting late and one shouldn't
wander alone in the forest at night."
"That doesn't
explain why you were traveling without escort in the first place,"
King Roger said reproachfully, "But we will talk about that later.
Merle, dear, would you mind retrieving your arrow?"
I moved
to take my arrow –and un-pin Rafer Windam from the three – but I
soon realized the arrow was way out of my reach. Rafer was at least
six feet tall, I was barely five ft four and not even jumping could I
get to the arrow stuck above his head.
"Do you want me to
fetch you a box, Merle dear?" Rafer asked sardonically.
I
narrowed my eyes at him but before I could say something else, Will
reached from behind me and retrieved my arrow. In doing it so, Will's
elbow 'accidentally' hit Rafer's head in the back of the head.
"Let's better get going then." my dad said.
"I
lost my horse about two miles ago; I dismounted to rest and the
stupid animal just ran."
"That's why you always have to
travel with a spare horse, Rafer." My father said kindly as one of
the elder knights approached guiding one of the spare horses we had
took with us on our trip. "Now, I for one don't want to be stuck
in the forest after the sun sets so let's get moving."
"Yes,
lets." Rafer agreed. "I've heard this Forest is haunted."
"Haunted?" King Roger asked.
"Yes, people say
that you can hear a woman's cry at night. People say that some
maiden mourns her dead loves at night in this forest. I personally
don't want to stay and verify if the stories are or are not true."
I laughed. "Is our baby prince afraid of the big bad ghosts
of the forest?" I said while mounting my horse.
"I heard
that." Rafer said with scorn.
"It wasn't a secret." I
retorted.
"Kids! Please, shut up!!!" both my dad and King
Roger yelled at the same time.
Rafer shrugged and moved
forward, his horse falling into step next to his father's, I stayed
behind with Mike and Will.
Growing up- before Rafer got sent
away- we used to fight a lot. Day and night, seven days a week all
year long. Dad and King Roger used to say that we gave them more
headaches and King Bolek himself.
As we rode to the city, I
started to remember many of our fights... we had called each other
every name imaginable and done all sorts of things to annoy the
other... but we weren't kids anymore, all I had to do was take a
good look at Rafer for that to be all too clear.
Rafer was
taller now, his hair hanging an inch or so above his broad shoulders,
and his steel-gray eyes –that rarely reveled emotion of any kind -
framed by long dark lashes... Rafer had always been a good looking
boy, but now he looked more like a man and he was lethal. I was sure
no woman in the Windam Valley court would be safe from him – well
except for me but I knew better than to be fooled by his good looks.
We arrived to the palace just after the sun set. We were
greeted warmly by the court – Queen Dana even wept while she hugged
her husband and son. Father and I declined staying for diner at the
palace and decided to go back to our home in the outsides of the
City.
"You should move to the Palace, Donovan," King
Roger told my father, "There is plenty of room here, Merle and you
would be comfortable here."
"Your offer is kind, but I
like my home." Dad answered as usual and as usual I was glad... our
house was the only place where I could still feel my mother's
presence and I wasn't willing to lose that.
"Hey! Mer,
are you making big breakfast tomorrow?" Will asked, he and Mike
always show by the house when I make what they call "Big Breakfast"
which is an 'all you can eat' basically. And I have to put up
with them because they are my cousins and I sort of love them...
"Yes, I'm making big breakfast tomorrow, but service last
till noon." I said rolling my eyes. "And if you two show up drunk
I'll slam the door in your faces."
"We wouldn't
dare!" Mike exclaimed outraged. "What makes you thing such horrid
thing of your two lovable cousins."
"That you did show up
drunk last time?" My dad said smiling.
Dad really liked
Mike and Will, I guess that deep down he always wanted to have sons...
but he only had Marit and me. Mom died before she could give him more
kids.
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I woke up early the following morning. I
rarely slept anymore... and when I managed to doze off, even the
smallest sounds could wake me up. I never saw much of a point in
staying in bed looking at the ceiling so I bathed and changed into
fresh clothing – as a soldier, warm baths and clean clothes were
some of the things I came to appreciate – and went out to the
market.
As usual after returning from a trip with the King's
Guard, I was having a bit of a hard time re-adjusting to just being a
daughter and not a knight. We had a week free before Prince Blake
came and we were called to duty again. And I was set to enjoy myself.
But three things happened that made me suspect that my free
week wasn't going to be so much fun after all.
The first
thing was that, we I arrived from the market, there were about ten
trunks outside our house, I soon learned they belonged to Marit, who
had decided to come back home. She said she missed us, but I found
out from a reliable source that she had been part of a little scandal
in the Seaside social season – apparently Marit had her eye on a
young lord, and it looked like he was going to propose to her but at
the last minute it turned out that said lord chose to marry Marit's
best friend: Noelle- heartbroken and in shame, Marit decided to come
back to the home she had left ten years before.
At first I
thought it was a good thing to have my twin back... I really did
until it became all too clear that Marit had exactly nothing in
common. Still, while I cooked, she sat in the kitchen table and told
me all about a bunch of people I didn't know and didn't care
about and all the while I could feel the back of my skull tightening.
My sister was the ultimate chat hound.
Then, little before
eleven, Mike and Will arrived with, oh surprise, Rafer.
"Did
you think I was going to miss the opportunity to make your life
miserable?" He said when I almost slammed the door in his face
while asking what the hell he was doing at MY house. "Think again,
dear."
Okay, so I had to feed Rafer too. Rafer who spend
most of the meal saying how he had tasted better food at this place
or that place and offering 'friendly' advice to improve my
cooking. I took all my will power not to spit on his food... though I
did have a little fun by 'accidentally' dropping a plate of eggs
on him.
All in all, those things – Marit's and Rafer's
sudden visits. I could handle.
What nearly drove me into
drinking was the look on Marit's face when she sat at the dining
room table and her eyes landed on Rafer. One look at her and I saw
that she was sick with puppy love for Rafer... and Rafer, I must say,
didn't look like he was all too indifferent towards Marit.
And
I sat there – my breakfast about to come right up my throat –
thinking that if I didn't do something quick, I just might end up
being Rafer's sister in law!
But what could I do to prevent
such fatality?
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End of Chapter Two
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Author Note:
Okay, I'm not so happy with this
but what can one do? I hope this to get better soon.
Any
questions just post, I'll answer.
Just keep in mind that
Merle and Rafer go way, way back... that's why they are that way
with each other.
