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Chapter 4
Duo stood among the masses, carefully scanning the crowd for Heero. The Persian eyed man had been gone for too long. Sighing in frustration, he hastily left the crowd for a less noisy refuge.
'If he does not get back soon, we both shall suffer the consequences,' thought the braided young man.
Then a drunk, swaggering and slurring, bumped into Duo, causing the young man to draw back in surprise and frustration. It appeared that the man had something to celebrate, for his face was nothing but joy.
"Shorry, s-hir," tried the drunk, "I...I...I found shome veery goo...goo...good fortu...for...gold."
"Yes, that is all well. Now, will you please leave me be?"
"Shure. Whait! I know! Followsh me."
Before Duo knew it, the drunk was leading him out of the pub and into the streets. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. This drunk wasn't acting as drunk as he had been in the pub. In fact, he started walking in a straight line and his words became more formal. Something was up.
Heero knelt by a brook, trying to listen to the silence. A lush green forest enveloped him, while the green canopy of the trees created a harmless feeling. The brook babbled softly as it rolled down to its mighty destination. Birds chirped softly in the distance and the sleepy feeling of the setting sun settled over all living creatures. For a moment, Heero felt totally at peace. There were no wars to fight, no kingdoms to look after, and nobody to bother him. Or perhaps not.
"I sense you are there. Come out."
"Very good. Very good, indeed. I expected no less, Prince Heero."
Heero whipped around to see an old woman, wrinkled by time. She held a warped piece of timber as her walking stick and rags hung off her body. An air of mystery enshrouded her like a cloak.
"Who are you?"
"Why Prince Heero, is that any way to speak to a lady?"
"Hn. Lady indeed."
"Interesting. Now, take heed. The world is changing and you about to be swept up in its magic. Are you prepared? Go to the center of the earth. The light shall guide you."
"Wha...? Who are you?"
The old woman just cackled and walked away, back into the shadows of the forest.
Duo faced the now sober man in apprehension. The "drunk" had led Duo to an abandoned stable. The place smelled faintly of horse manure. Duo had not noticed any of this though. The man in front of him was the enemy. He was not to be trusted. Anyone who impersonated a fool was a fool.
"What do you want with me?"
"Just this, Sir Duo. Stay close to Prince Heero. You two will not survive without the other. If he shall die, so shall you. If you shall fall, so will he. You are about to embark on a great journey filled with danger, mystery, sadness, and laughter. Heed my warning."
"Wait! What are you talking about? Is this just the ramblings of a crazed man or do you speak the truth?"
The man just laughed and then spoke in a language Duo had never heard, yet seemed so recognizable.
"Cun nek so xugo."
Then the man was gone. Vanished, right before Duo's eyes. He shook his head and pinched his arm, but he would not wake up. This was no dream though, and Duo was now a part of an epic tale.
Hey everyone. See if you can unscramble the "foreign language". It's not going to be easy. I'd suggest waiting until I've written more in the language.
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