Chapter 2

Kyle sighed as he moved another crate full of striped apples onto the wagon. Unlike the others he was the only one preparing early for their trip. He turned his head slightly to take a look at the morning sky. It was then that he caught sight of David sleeping on the bridge. Sighing to himself, Kyle grabbed a bucket of water from nearby and approached David very quietly. When David was within a few inches away from Kyle, he bent slowly. With the bucket full of water raised over David's head Kyle couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

The first thing David felt was the ice cold water filling his nostrils. Thrashing everywhere David began to cough up all the water that had filled his mouth. Looking up to see his friend Kyle with a bucket in one hand did not make him any happier.

"Just what the hell do you think your doing?"

Kyle asked, snickering slightly. David slowly got to his feet, his hair now soaking wet along with some off his shirt.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?"

David said his eyes blood shot slightly. He had only fallen asleep an hour or two ago. Kyle kept laughing, feeling pretty good about himself. He failed to notice David get up and leave without a word.

Hannah sighed as she began to pack her stuff. It was going to be a long trip so she needed to pack the proper amount of clothing. She turned to look out her window for a second and when her head came back to her bag she noticed a stuffed animal. Her two sisters kept throwing in stuff she wasn't going to need or wanted for the matter. Removing the animal, Hannah tossed it behind her back.

"Lindsey and David are so lucky. They don't have to worry about siblings."

Dalton yawned slightly as he uncurled from his small metallic ball position. He scratched behind his visor a little and then got to his feet.

"Mission complete!"

He said to himself, he hadn't slept in and he was proud.

"A warrior has to have control. I wonder what is for breakfast, im hungry."

Dalton ripped his spear from the ground and put on his manly stance. Slowly marching down the hill he began to whistle to himself again. As he made it to the base of the path leading to the cliff, he began to smell something; something that smelled like warrior's food. Sniffing the air a little more he picked out just what the smell was.

"…Gourd Potatoes…meat… and round corn! A warriors meal indeed!"

Dalton then set fourth to find this meal and take it. Following the scent of the warrior meal Dalton came across a problem. Before him was his goal, and before his goal was an unsuspecting David about to dig into 'his' warrior meal.

"Now how do I go about this?"

He asked himself. Dalton had to hurry if he was to get any of that meat and potatoes. It was then that he spotted his opportunity, a rock. Making his way to the golden rock of opportunity silently he picked it up. His plan was to throw the rock at David's head and while the clavat was distracted, take the meal without notice. With rock in hand Dalton threw it at David, but instead of it smashing David in the head it merely hit him in the shoulder. His whole body froze and then tensed up. His head turned slowly towards the direction the rock came from. However Dalton had already made his move and snuck past the clavat and to the meal. Licking his lips slightly he ripped away the plate quickly and quietly. Without another word Dalton was gone before David could even see what had happened to his breakfast. When he felt he was a safe distance away from David, Dalton plopped onto the ground and began to eat like a warrior should.

"It's his fault anyways, a warrior should always be prepared. Besides aren't clavat vegetarians anyways?"

He said with a mouthful of food. Quickly finishing his meal, Dalton ran home to get packed.

David rubbed his shoulder slightly and turned back to face his breakfast. Unlike most clavats he enjoyed his meat and potatoes. However the smile that had quickly replaced his evil glare was tossed away as quickly as it came.

"What? Hey! Where did my food go?"

Smashing his fist on the table he got up from the stool he had been sitting on and stomped into his house. He had to pack after all, and a stomach that was demanding some meat and potatoes.

End of Chapter 02