A/N:I hope someone besides thecollector1298 is reading this. If you do read this, please review. I feel ignored...at least tell me some of my faults...SO...IF you are reading this, REVIEW. Okay, here is Chapter 3
Disclaimer:Yeah Yeah I don't own anything so far except Dreawyn...
Chapter 3
I yawned. Slipping out of my bed, I thought back to last night. I dressed, still half awake. It was then that I looked out my window, and saw light. Aargh! I thought to myself. But that couldn't be changed now. Next to the bed was the crude wooden box where I kept my food.
Blinking myself awake, I sorted through the contents of the box. Some berries, a basket of mushrooms, and some leaves. Then I found what I was looking for. A small bird that I had killed the night before the last. Not often did I find meat. My bow was crude and badly made. I pulled the bird out and began a fire with kindling from the well-stocked pile.
Taking a long stick, I speared the bird and held it above the glowing fire, pinching spices onto it every few minutes until it was roasted brown, and a delicious smell wafted through the air. Then a knock came upon the door. I set the bird upon a wobbly table and wiped my hands on my shirt. I opened the door, letting in Dreawyn. Behind her was a man, another of the Grey Folk.
Just like her, his eyes were gray, but of a lighter shade. Also, he had short silver hair and bright eyes.
"Angela, this is Jaeren. Jaeren, this is Angela." Dreawyn smiled.
"It's very nice to meet you, Jaeren!"I chimed in a singsong voice. He did respond, instead studying me as if I were a lab specimen. At last, he spoke.
"I am Jaeren. We arrived here not long ago, and remember nothing of our pasts. But we know they exist"a fire could be seen burning in his gray eyes, "We will rebuild and become great!"
I thought of my own past, and I could see we were not so much different, but quite alike. He muttered a quick goodbye, and left my house.
"You should excuse Jaeren, he is still quite young, and impatient as all youngsters. I have to watch him, in case he gets lost... I'm sorry, Angela."she apologized. Then she turned around and left the room. I could not decide whether to relieved, or burst into tears. So I chose the third option.
Outside, birds chirped and squirrels hoarded acorns for the winter. The sun illuminated the clearing, giving it an almost heavenly glow. If only there was someone I could share this place with, someone whom I could trust...
A faint glint caught my eye. I looked up, and to my amazement, I saw a blade dangling upside down, caught on a vine. Immediately, I thought back to the note. I pulled it out of my pocket. Then a thought occurred to me. I flipped it over. In a somewhat more readable text, it said:
Your sword is called Albitr. The sharpest blade that exists or ever will exist. Do not tell anyone of this blade.
-Crogan
The vine upon which Albitr was caught on was too high for me to reach. So I decided to look for a long stick to whack it down. In my house, I took the long stick that I had speared the bird on and ran outside. I poked at the sword, fearing that it would fall and decapitate me. When nothing happened, I threw the stick at the sword. The perfectly aimed projectile, hit the sword, and was cut cleanly in half. Albitr came spinning down, landing with a plonk on the ground.
Unfortunately, I was too late to avoid the stick, and one halve landed upon my head. Ouch! That was not a good idea. Albitr lay on the ground, shining like a stray star. Cautiously, I lifted it off the ground, admiring the keen edge. Runes filled the flat side of the blade, meaning Albitr, I assumed.
"Angela..."a familiar voice spoke behind me, and I jumped.
"Who are you?"I asked, turning around. He was certainly not one of the Grey Folk. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a wide smile plastered upon his face.
"I am... your brother...You do not remember me, but you must believe me. Father will not be happy when he realizes I have come here, but he is an old fool. He cannot harm us."he smiled at that.
"How do I know you are telling the truth?"
"Because of this."he smirked, holding up a dagger made of the exact same material as mine.
"How?"
"Father was lying when he told you Albitr was the sharpest blade. It has a rival,Sharp."
"Sharp?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, first thing I thought of."
"Oh, dear! If you are my brother...How ignorant am I? I have not even asked you name."
"Lewyn."A memory stirred inside me as I heard the name, but I could not see it. My mind was like a jail, my memories locked behind bars. I knew they were there, but I could not find the keys to the iron doors.
"You must come inside, Lewyn."I held open the door to my house. Finally, someone who loved me as who I was, a person I could trust. A foothold on that sheer cliff. I smiled to myself. Joy filled me. I would show him the forest tomorrow. Sometimes, life wasn't all that cruel...
A/N: Did you like chapter 3. My personal feelings- I think I totally failed. This is in my opinion the worst chapter I have ever written. Don't try to convince me otherwise. At least now she has a friend. I'm sorta unsure how I should put Tenga into the story...}:/
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