My third chapter is up and i hope you all enjoy it! I'll try harder next time to make the next chapter better.
Chapter Three: Make A Long Story Short
Laila's eyelids slowly fluttered open and she was greeted by a blinding light.
'God, it's bright here?' She thought as she blinked once. Twice and a third time as she realized she was laid out on a gravelly surface.
'Pebbles, sand…dust?!' She felt herself say in her mind, as she her nose inhale a load of dust, which made her erupt in several fits of coughs.
When she finished her episodes of coughs, she sat up as she took a good look around her. She sat on a gravel path which seemed to lead downward which appeared to be a hilltop she was perched upon. Aces of grasslands were spread out in front of her and the whole area seemed to be unoccupied. No one was around.
"How the hell did I get here"? She said, confusion could be noticed in her voice as she helped herself up. One minute she was at the coffee café-then next minute she's was in conversation with that guy.
Then realization hit her, "Oh my god! It's him!"
It was that man who was with her at the café. He was the one that gave her the coffee.
'Oh, god! Her coffee! He must have put something in it!' She mentally hated herself at that moment. She knew she shouldn't have been so friendly to him. If only she wasn't so vulnerable, she would've been more careful.
"Oh…I'm so stupid" She exaggerated while she looked down again at the pathway that lead downwards from the hill.
"Oh, yes," a voice sounded out, amusement could be heard, "You are a very stupid human being".
Laila's head whipped round behind and there stood that one man who was in so much trouble right now.
An amused smile graced his lips, showing off a full set of nicely white teeth and his blue ocean eyes held nothing but mischief.
"You!," Laila growled as she walked up to him, finger wagging away, "What. Have. You. Done!" She breathed out the last part of that sentence, anger now boiling at the pit of her stomach as she stopped directly a breath away from that she could almost smell her masculinity.
"Me?," He asked innocently, arms shrugging, "All I did was asked how you wanted your coffee? There's no harm in that?"
"All I said was can I have it quite strong, not can I have it so strong that it will knock me unconscious and make me wound up in the middle of nowhere!" She exaggerated; sarcasm could be heard in every line.
"Actually, we're not in the middle of nowhere. We're-"
"Oh Please. Do tell me where the hell we are" Laila pronounced as she rested her hands on her hips, as she walked back and forth on the dirt road. She could physically kill this one man.
"Okay, we're in Halelith or the Kingdom of it." Nathair stated, "And it's your job to stop it from falling into chaos." He added as he pointed towards her like that would give her some reassurance.
"Wait! What!" She exclaimed as Nathair lazily looked up at the sky as it suddenly seemed to become far more interesting than the problem itself.
"Okay, okay," Laila breathed in, as she really tried to contain the pit of anger that waited to overflow any minute now, "One: you randomly walk into the café and directly take a seat next to me, where in fact-you could've taken any seat you like," she did state the obvious fact. For the next few minutes Laila ranted on to a completely oblivious Nathair.
Nathair watched the clear sky above him as he stuffed his hands in his cloak pockets.
God, this woman was driving him crazy.
He took no note of the fiery woman that was willing to break the world in half if that was the only way to get him to listen to her.
He instantly regretted that he picked out this woman to task her up in saving the kingdom. He knew how miserable she was in her boring little world and thought that he would make the place livelier but when she opened her mouth, he cursed himself.
Never in his hundred years of life had he had a woman talk so much in such little time. The things she said, the way she said things and just the whole topic of it made he's existence not worthwhile.
"Cease your wailing, woman." Nathair demanded as he turned from the woman that caused his ears to ache and started to trek down the dirt path.
Out of nowhere, something hard and round collided with his back. He stopped. He turned and stared the woman with disbelief.
"Did…did, you just throw a stone at me"? He asked.
The small little woman that held a collection of stones huffed and stood proudly while she waited to throw another one.
She could not stand this man.
"I wouldn't throw that"-
Nathair dodged the second and then the third that came his way but he missed the fourth that followed, and it wacked him right in the center of his forehead, sending him to the ground.
Laila huffed and puffed as she triumphantly smile a victory as she peered down at the man that seemed to be out cold amongst the dirt and sand.
After she was satisfied that the irritating man was done for, she brushed herself off and hurried down the pathway, leaving the good-nothing man fend for himself.
Far away from where Laila stomped her way down the mountain, the council men seated themselves in the council room within the castle walls. In front of them laid a map of the kingdom and neighboring clans. They were discussing of the villages' food rates and home accommodations. Due to years of warfare and food shortages, the villages and residing clans had a hard time getting back to normal.
They were too busy analyzing the information front of them that they failed to see a hawk, perched up on the nearby window's edge, peering in.
The beadle eyes watched with certainty as they brought out more maps that would've belonged to the ancestors from the connected rooms. There, upon the wall, hung a sword encrusted with precious stones and it told that it had great power given from Raveryn-the Mother of Witches; enough to summon a dragon and make him king.
When the door was shut and the sword no longer in sight, the bird let out a small shriek and with a flap of its wings, left the window.
Somewhere below the castle grounds, the bird entered a small archway and settled itself on its bird stand on that was set upon a fine desk. A rustle of clothing could be heard and the chair groaned as a smooth hand came up to stroke the back of the bird's neck.
Several minutes passed when a soft, gentle, cold voice spoke up, "Now, little bird what have you seen?"
Laila's eyelids slowly fluttered open and she was greeted by a blinding light.
'God, it's bright here?' She thought as she blinked once. Twice and a third time as she realized she was laid out on a gravelly surface.
'Pebbles, sand…dust?!' She felt herself say in her mind, as she her nose inhale a load of dust, which made her erupt in several fits of coughs.
When she finished her episodes of coughs, she sat up as she took a good look around her. She sat on a gravel path which seemed to lead downward which appeared to be a hilltop she was perched upon. Aces of grasslands were spread out in front of her and the whole area seemed to be unoccupied. No one was around.
"How the hell did I get here"? She said, confusion could be noticed in her voice as she helped herself up. One minute she was at the coffee café-then next minute she's was in conversation with that guy.
Then realization hit her, "Oh my god! It's him!"
It was that man who was with her at the café. He was the one that gave her the coffee.
'Oh, god! Her coffee! He must have put something in it!' She mentally hated herself at that moment. She knew she shouldn't have been so friendly to him. If only she wasn't so vulnerable, she would've been more careful.
"Oh…I'm so stupid" She exaggerated while she looked down again at the pathway that lead downwards from the hill.
"Oh, yes," a voice sounded out, amusement could be heard, "You are a very stupid human being".
Laila's head whipped round behind and there stood that one man who was in so much trouble right now.
An amused smile graced his lips, showing off a full set of nicely white teeth and his blue ocean eyes held nothing but mischief.
"You!," Laila growled as she walked up to him, finger wagging away, "What. Have. You. Done!" She breathed out the last part of that sentence, anger now boiling at the pit of her stomach as she stopped directly a breath away from that she could almost smell her masculinity.
"Me?," He asked innocently, arms shrugging, "All I did was asked how you wanted your coffee? There's no harm in that?"
"All I said was can I have it quite strong, not can I have it so strong that it will knock me unconscious and make me wound up in the middle of nowhere!" She exaggerated; sarcasm could be heard in every line.
"Actually, we're not in the middle of nowhere. We're-"
"Oh Please. Do tell me where the hell we are" Laila pronounced as she rested her hands on her hips, as she walked back and forth on the dirt road. She could physically kill this one man.
"Okay, we're in Halelith or the Kingdom of it." Nathair stated, "And it's your job to stop it from falling into chaos." He added as he pointed towards her like that would give her some reassurance.
"Wait! What!" She exclaimed as Nathair lazily looked up at the sky as it suddenly seemed to become far more interesting than the problem itself.
"Okay, okay," Laila breathed in, as she really tried to contain the pit of anger that waited to overflow any minute now, "One: you randomly walk into the café and directly take a seat next to me, where in fact-you could've taken any seat you like," she did state the obvious fact. For the next few minutes Laila ranted on to a completely oblivious Nathair.
Nathair watched the clear sky above him as he stuffed his hands in his cloak pockets.
God, this woman was driving him crazy.
He took no note of the fiery woman that was willing to break the world in half if that was the only way to get him to listen to her.
He instantly regretted that he picked out this woman to task her up in saving the kingdom. He knew how miserable she was in her boring little world and thought that he would make the place livelier but when she opened her mouth, he cursed himself.
Never in his hundred years of life had he had a woman talk so much in such little time. The things she said, the way she said things and just the whole topic of it made he's existence not worthwhile.
"Cease your wailing, woman." Nathair demanded as he turned from the woman that caused his ears to ache and started to trek down the dirt path.
Out of nowhere, something hard and round collided with his back. He stopped. He turned and stared the woman with disbelief.
"Did…did, you just throw a stone at me"? He asked.
The small little woman that held a collection of stones huffed and stood proudly while she waited to throw another one.
She could not stand this man.
"I wouldn't throw that"-
Nathair dodged the second and then the third that came his way but he missed the fourth that followed, and it wacked him right in the center of his forehead, sending him to the ground.
Laila huffed and puffed as she triumphantly smile a victory as she peered down at the man that seemed to be out cold amongst the dirt and sand.
After she was satisfied that the irritating man was done for, she brushed herself off and hurried down the pathway, leaving the good-nothing man fend for himself.
Far away from where Laila stomped her way down the mountain, the council men seated themselves in the council room within the castle walls. In front of them laid a map of the kingdom and neighboring clans. They were discussing of the villages' food rates and home accommodations. Due to years of warfare and food shortages, the villages and residing clans had a hard time getting back to normal.
They were too busy analyzing the information front of them that they failed to see a hawk, perched up on the nearby window's edge, peering in.
The beadle eyes watched with certainty as they brought out more maps that would've belonged to the ancestors from the connected rooms. There, upon the wall, hung a sword encrusted with precious stones and it told that it had great power given from Raveryn-the Mother of Witches; enough to summon a dragon and make him king.
When the door was shut and the sword no longer in sight, the bird let out a small shriek and with a flap of its wings, left the window.
Somewhere below the castle grounds, the bird entered a small archway and settled itself on its bird stand on that was set upon a fine desk. A rustle of clothing could be heard and the chair groaned as a smooth hand came up to stroke the back of the bird's neck.
Several minutes passed when a soft, gentle, cold voice spoke up, "Now, little bird what have you seen?"
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