Thanks so much to all that reviewed! I know this has been really slow pacedso far butI now have a storyline thatI can follow and with the long hockey bus rides I can not only write but know what to write.I also have the prophecy written down which im excited about. I promise the story will start to be more intresting after chapter 8, whichI might put up tonight; ALINA wakes up next chapter! You have no idea how many versions of this chapter i have gone through, originally zard trant brence and the whole gang was there and Zard did this wierd zap thing and well... be thankful this version is up! sorry this is a short one.
Awkward
We managed to bring the girl to the house without running into anyone. Once there, I laid her down on the bed in my room, bringing relief to my arms, which tingled for hours afterwards from carrying her all that way. Brence brought me a sponge and bucket of water, along with some spare blankets.
I quickly covered her with the blankets hoping to bring some warmth to her cold skin. Dipping the sponge in the warm water I bathed the wounds on her forehead and watched as her skin started to regain a healthier color, but never quite losing the paleness.
"She's going to need new clothes, hers are practically non-existent," Brence casually commented from the doorway where he stood watching me.
I sighed, "I have some that I can give her, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave while I dress her."
Brence gave me his trademark half smile, "don't have to tell me twice, Call me if you need anything."
"Will do," I called at his retreating back. I stood up and grabbed some of my spare clothes and carried them back to the bed. I scrutinized the curly red head with a raised eyebrow. "Now, I'll have you know, this will be as awkward for you as it's going to be for me, but sometimes we just need to grit our teeth and bare it."
I moved her unto her side as gently as I could to reach what was left of the buttons on her blouse. As I awkwardly started to slip her shirt off her arms I noticed a mark on her left shoulder blade. It was of a lions head with a roaring mouth in the shape of a C. The lion's eye was the letter A, but made to look almost like a gem. Altogether it drew a strong ferocious figure. The mark reminded me of something, but I just couldn't place what it was.
I sat there debating on whether or not I should call Brence in to look at it or not. But going against my better judgment I decided against it, with the indecent amount of skin showing and the chances of her waking up while Brence examined it, was something I rather not risk. I also decided to trust that I would figure out where I had seen her insignia before.
"Well, you get to keep your secret for now," I told her, "But to help keep it, I'll just leave those clothes on. You'll be warm with all those blankets anyways."
"Besides," I added to myself "I know what its like to have a secret, but I doubt yours is as big as mine."
