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Here is Chapter Five:

Chapter Five:

"What do you mean they are after you? Are you a fugitive? Are you a thief? Are you a murderer? You know what….. I am not walking around a forest, alone with someone who is running away from a guard. Good bye," I started to walk away but I was stopped when Kered grabbed my arm.

"Look will you just let me explain? I am not a………… well I guess I am a fugitive because I am running away from the guard. But I am not any of those other things you said……. I was framed."

"Really? You were framed?"

"Yes," he said with a sigh, "can we go the other way now?"

"If you were framed then I'm an unicorn. If you were framed…. Which I highly doubt, then why didn't you just tell them that?"

"You would be a very cute unicorn. You really have never talked to those guards have you? I tried but they wont listen. Now if you would just calm down and avoid the guards I will tell you the story."

I thought on that for a little bit then decided to go with him, "Fine."

He led me on a way back into the forest avoiding the guards. It seemed like hours until we finally stopped in a clearing. He sat down and I sat down we were both breathing hard because we had been more running than walking. When we finally had our breath back Kered started to tell me his story of why he had run away and more importantly…… why he was running away from the guards.

"Well I used to hang out with this friend of mine when we were kids. We were best friends. When we became older he stopped hanging around me and started to hang out with this other group of kids. After that he started getting in all sorts of trouble; gambling, stealing, and vandalizing. Every time he got into serious trouble he would come to me asking for help. One time I told him to stop hanging out with those kids and he said he would," Kered paused for a moment, "a couple years later he came back to me and said that him and his old friends did something very serious. I asked him what it was but he wouldn't tell me. He ran away that night and I haven't seen him since. Then the next morning a rude knocking on my door awaked me. It was the guards, I was being accused of murder, and that I was going to be sent to jail and that I might even be executed. I was so scared that I escaped them and ran away to this forest. That night I ran into you."

"Wow," it was all that I could say. I didn't know what to believe, his story was very convincing, but he still could have lied. Nobody said a word for a long time.

After what seemed like over an hour, Kered finally spoke and asked me, "So do you believe me?"

I thought for a while then I finally decided that I did believe his story and answered, "Yes, yes I do believe your story. We should probably eat something and start to go on our way, shall we?"

Kered smiled sweetly and answered, "Yes we shall." I am so glad that she doesn't think that I actually murdered someone. It just makes me happy.

I sat in the clearing while Kered went to go look for food. When he got back I had started a fire and we cooked some fish that he had caught I a near by stream. When we were done eating I noticed that it was getting very dark, "Kered, maybe we should just spend the night right here in the clearing. It would be unsafe to travel when it is getting this dark outside."

"Okay, you can sleep by the fire," he answered me.

When I started to walk over by the fire I slipped on some leaves that were on the ground. But right when I about hit the ground Kered caught and stopped me from falling to the ground. We both didn't move for a couple minutes until I got up and started to walk over by the fire by account of awkwardness.

Kered stood up right after I got up. Obviously, he felt that I had been a little uncomfortable. He asked me quickly, "Are— er—um--are you okay?"

"Yes thank you," I answered to him.

When I was almost asleep I quickly asked Kered, "Kered, the murder that you were accused for…….. Who was the person who was murdered?"

"I think his named was Raul Turner if I remember right. Why do you ask?"

I just got up and ran off, almost in tears.

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