Chapter two: Findings
Syaoran looked at the other side of the bank with his neck hairs rising.
"A Wild.." he whispered to himself. She was sipping water and was not aware of his presence. Syaoran gazed at the markings on her arms, they were blue, but he didn't know what they said. Her auburn hair was short, and a bit musty, but he could still see the shine. He couldn't notice the color of her eyes. She was facing down, still quenching her thirst.
Syaoran rose to his feet quietly, then gripped his sword and brought it out slowly. He stepped forward, but stepped on a twig. He closed his eyes, "Stupid!" he thought in his mind.
The young girl stopped and looked ahead. Syaoran's amber eyes met with her bright emerald ones. She stared at him in wonder and looked at his sword.
He grunted and then shouted, "Wild! Attack me like you did my father!"
She did not dare to move at the sight of the sword.
Then the girl stood up straight, but soon started to flee in the other direction. "Stop Wild! Come back here and fight me!" he yelled behind her. She panted, but kept running, moving the tree branches, but tripping every few seconds.
"Ku! Ku! Haka manusa!" she cried in her native tongue. Syaoran saw her disappear into the bushes, but felt a hard pound on his head and darkness was all he could see.
Syaoran woke to the smell of warm cinnamon and meat. He looked around, seeing paintings of animals. He looked around finding his clothes in a pile. He then looked under the covers and then rose his eyebrow in shock.
He walked out while buttoning his shirt and around him he saw old women near crock pots, children playing with dolls or swords, and then he saw warriors as they glanced at him while he passed them.
"KUMA!" a big man said smothering Syaoran in his great big arms. When he was finally on the ground, he looked at the people around him smiling and laughing.
"They lead me right to their village, but why?" he thought.