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We're reposting this chapter because before it got rid of the ...s that were marking the switches to a different character. Otherwise it's the same.

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Chapter Four

"Even if it is a fantasy world, it's your world now. You need to learn to adapt to it," said Eowyn calmly as Ainsley began taking deep breaths.

"I guess... hey! Can you teach me how to use a sword?" asked Ainsley. Eowyn frowned. "I'm not the best teacher, but I'll try."

Ainsley clapped her hands like a little girl. "Yay!"

Eowyn sighed and shook her head. "I'm not sure you're ready for it..." However, she did lead Ainsley out to the fields.

"Why are we out here?" asked Ainsley. Eowyn smiled innocently. "I didn't want any of the boys to see our pitiful attempts at fighting. Or rather, if you don't mind my saying, your pitiful attempts."

"I don't mind," said Ainsley cheerfully.

"Here. Take this," said Eowyn, and handed her a crude sword carved from wood. "No, don't hold it like that. When you swing you'll sprain your wrist."

Ainsley readjusted her hand grip. Eowyn nodded. "That good. It'll give you freedom of swing, but you also can control it." Eowyn pick up another wooden sword. "Now we get to spar. I don't really know how to teach you, so I figure we'll just fight and I'll tip you every now and then."

Ainsley gulped. That didn't sound very good...

Eowyn jumped at her and rapped her head sharply. "Pay attention! That's one of the biggest lessons... stay attent, react quickly, and use strategy!"

"What...type of..strategy?" asked Ainsley, gasping as she blocked a blow to the shoulder with her... hand.

"For instance, trying to guess just what someone will... DO!" said Eowyn as she dropped to the ground and banged her sword against Ainsley's shins. Ainsley performed a small dance as she flailed at Eowyn, who had quickly rolled over and jumped to her feet.

"Hit hard!" urged Eowyn.

"I'm trying!" said Ainsley.

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"The police found Ainsley's fishing rod... it was..." Mrs. McDiarmid's eyes teared up. "It was broken."

"What do they think?" asked Mr. DcDiarmid quietly.

"They say she probably was fishing in a deeper part, and fell in... hit her head on a rock... and got carried downstream to where the- the rapids were."

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"I give up. This is hopeless," said Eowyn, dropping her sword. Ainsley sank to the ground, immensly relieved that they had stopped. Eowyn had creamed her.

"In a few minutes, you can start working up your agility by running an obstacle course or something."

Ainsley breathed a sigh of relief. "Now that is something I can do."

Eowyn looked at her somewhat curiously. "You seem to have accepted the truth pretty quickly. Much quicker than before."

Ainsley shrugged. "Actually, I think I'm still in denial."

"Well, that's better then screaming." Eowyn looked around. Fields... fields... tree... horse... sheep.
Sheep?

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Eomer sighed and took a gulp of his ale. He hoped Eowyn had taken that girl... whatever her name was, he didn't care, and dumped her off a cliff or something. It wasn't that he actually wanted her dead, he merely wished her bodily harm.

"So, where'd you pick up that girl?" said one of his many friends, slapping him on the back.

Eomer gritted his teeth. "I did not 'pick her up'. She was standing in the road, and the captain made her ride with me."

"Whoa, am I seein' things er what?" slurred another friend from by the window. Eomer sighed and glanced out. His jaw dropped. "What on earth is that girl doing?"

"She's jumping over the sheep. Must be some kinda obstacle course."

"Not just jumping over, crawling under too..." Just then Eomer caught a glimpse of another girl. Eowyn.

Of course. Who else but Eowyn would think of making somebody jump over sheep?

Eomer looked down at his mug of ale. Then he looked back out the window at the girl and the sheep.

"I think I've had one too many," he said, pouring the ale from his mug into his friend's.

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Ainsley dived under a large ram, rolled under a ewe, leapt over several lambs, and continued across the field in this fashion.

"What on earth is 'Track meet'?" murmured Eowyn. "Thirty... thirty one... thirty two..." (She was using her pulse to time how fast Ainsley ran.)

Ainsley smacked the fence, wheeled around dizzily and started back. She jumped over four lambs side-by-side in a row, stumbled under the ram, and began leaping over ewes.

"Seventy three... seventy four... seventy five... seventy six!" Eowyn laughed and thumped Ainsley on the back. "Not bad, not bad at all!"

"I.. haven't done Track since tenth grade," gasped Ainsley. Eowyn handed her a waterskin. "What is 'Track'?"

"Umm... it's like... racing and endurance tests, basically. You know, running. I ran track for three years, but I haven't done any hard running since I was fifteen. That was three years ago."

Ainsley sat down on the edge of the wooden fence and took a gulp of water.

"Well, Ainsley, I'm inspired," laughed Eowyn. "I think I might join you. Just for the exercise."

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Eomer checked his pulse. It wasn't beating terribly fast. He held his hand in front of his eyes. Not blurry.

"I don't feel drunk" he commented, picking up another mug-this time of water- and taking a sip.

His friends laughed and one of them held up a hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eomer rolled his eyes. "Three. Now, I think I'll go."

He walked out the door, taking his mug of water with him. He took another sip, then stood staring. The mug dropped from his lifeless fingers.

"Oh, no!" he groaned. "I'm seeing two of them now!"