A/N: I apologize once again for the late update. My brain just took a total crash on me! But I got it to reboot again and with that Chapter 7 also! And great news! I am out of school on wednesday! Summer vacation means faster updates and a possoble 2nd story I may work on alongside this one. Also I'm sorry if there are any mistakes! I didn't go and re-read it, haha. Anyway...

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Chapter 7

Disul's eyes flickered to the girl leaning against him, mouth slightly open, sleeping. Sighing loudly, he shut his eyes and ran a hand down his face. He could feel the invisible thorn dig deeper into his side, wedging itself into him where he wouldn't be able to get it out.

He felt the girl shiver and shift closer against him. Knowing the girl could get sick or freeze, he made the decision of scooping the Human into his arms and rocked his body forward onto his feet, stepping into the rain. Pulling the girl's hood over her head, he walked through the woods with a sense of direction, moving quickly in long strides.

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She heard voices, glasses clinking, feet thudding across floorboards, wood creaking, pitter-patter of the rain falling onto something above her. She heard a door open, then click close, the sounds becoming drowned out.

"Hey girl."

She felt herself lowered, leaving a comforting embrace she felt around her.

"Hey girl, wake up."

Cracking her eyes open she saw the face of not the creature but the man he had posed to be before. Farah's brows furrowed in confusion, where were they? Her gray eyes scanned what seemed to be a room - a room that could have similarities with others in articles and magazines she had once looked at a long time ago.

A simple wooden nightstand sat next to her right, two candles sat atop of it - neither lit. Across from her the creature's weapon sat atop a large rectangular table, a picture of snowy mountains hung above it where she guessed a TV once sat. To her left a large windowpane, with curtains drawn shut, had a small table next to it, two chairs on opposite sides. Her eyes slid to the small hall to her right, a wooden door faced her, another sat closed on the right wall.

They were in a hotel, but how? Her eyes landed on the man staring down at her, had he carried her here while she was sleeping? Opening her mouth, she coughed.

"Here, drink this. Should help to prevent you from getting sick." She stared at the odd vial he held out to her, eying it cautiously, she reached out and took it from his hand.

Sitting up, she realized she was placed onto a bed. Glancing up at the creature, she saw his Human eyes - unatural, look around the room in slight curiosity. Taking a deep breath she put the vial to her lips and drank the liquid. It held a bitter taste but warmed her being as it flowed down her throat and pooled into her stomach.

"Change into these too."

Fresh clothes landed on her lap. Eyes widening a fraction, she quickly hopped off the bed and scurried down the small hall. Opening the door to the right, she stared into darkness. Feeling around the wall she felt a switch and flicked it up. Light filled the small bathroom. Working electricity, she never thought they would still have workable electricity. Closing the door she tossed the fresh clothes onto the small counter. Moving over to the shower, she pushed the curtain aside and stared at light brown colored tiles, silver handle knobs and a silver shower head.

Trembling fingers turned one of the knobs slowly. Water spurted from the shower head before cascading down onto the tiles. Farah quickly pulled off her sneakers and placed them in the corner of the shower before ridding herself of her damp clothing and stepping under the scalding hot water. A hiss escaped her lips, her hand turning the other knob to cool the water to lukewarm water.

Disul stared at the blank wall, his ears listening to the water in the other small compartment, or restroom. He settled himself into one of the chairs, propping his feet up onto the table. His eyes drifted to the polearm; the weapon itself had dragged little attention but the girl he carried into the Humans Inn had peoples heads turning. Whispers filled the room when he had approached the front desk, many eyes glancing from him to the sleeping girl.

"Would you like some fresh clothes for the girl? Poor thing is shaking in your arms." The woman at the front desk hadn't even waited for his answer, instead called for a young man. "Get this pretty little thing some clothes from Darren's room. Shelly should know where they keep the spares."

That had caught the attention of the whole room. He could feel all of the stares on them now. A pale skinned man built and muscular with short blonde hair and blue eyes had approached him and leaned against the counter.

"Names Nate." The man's eyes had swept over the Human girl before landing on the deadly polearm strapped across his back. "Girl don't look to good. I can take her to are doctor if you like."

The man had smiled a fake sincere smile.

"No. She's just cold." Disul had said, straightening his posture, sizing the man up.

"She don't look cold, she looks sick and should-"

"I said no." Disul stated coldly as the young man came back carrying fresh clothes.

The woman plucked the clothes from the young man's hand and placed a key ontop, her eyes glancing back and forth hestitantly between him and the man called Nate. "Rooms down that way."

A door clicked shut. Looking away from his polearm he saw the girl approach the bed, hair damp, dressed in the fresh clothes; a small gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. In her hand she carried her sneakers, now clean of mud.

Settling herself on the bed, she combed her fingers lazily through her hair. "How are you a silent Human?"

The question caught them both off guard. He hadn't expected he'd voice his thoughts aloud, knowing he shouldn't care but was curious as to why she never spoke like all other Humans do.

Farah's fingers stopped, her gray eyes shifting to the creature. She shrugged nonchalantly, fingers continuing to comb through her hair and eyes drifting towards nothing.

"Can you not speak?"

She furrowed her brows before nodding her head 'yes' then shaking it 'no'.

"So you can and can't?"

Shifting her gaze towards him she nodded 'yes'.

"How?"

Sighing quietly, she ran her fingers through her hair once more before raising her hands and moving them, knowing he wouldn't understand. 'I can talk with my hands.'

Disul arched an eyebrow, his eyes following the graceful movements of her hands. He stared at her, a hint of confusion in his eyes. Farah pointed to herself and put her right hand next to her mouth, making a talking motion with it before putting both her hands in front of her and pointing to her left palm.

"Your hands speak for you..." Disul nodded his head in understanding, eyes shifting towards his feet.

A small grumble reached his ears. Looking at the girl, she stared back at him, a small sheepish smile forming on her lips. Disul sighed, placing his feet on the ground he walked to the door, hand on the knob as soft knocks came from the other side.

His eyes narrowed, turning the knob he pulled the door open. The woman at the counter smiled up at him, a tray in her hands with a bowl of steaming soup. "Thought I'd bring something warm for your girl to eat."

Farah watched the woman warily as she came from the small hall, a smile on her face. "Glad to see your dressed in the fresh clothes. How do you feel?"

Farah glanced at the creature. He nodded his head acknowledging her. "She can't speak."

"Oh?" The woman set the tray on the bed in front of Farah, her smile disappearing. Farah's eyes widened, a bright smile forming on her face as she watched the woman's hands move. 'Speak Sign Language?'

'Yes, I do.'

Disul watched curiously, taking notice that the girl's eyes seemed to brighten in excitement as the woman's hands moved.

'Can you really not speak? Is he threatening you?'

Farah stared at the woman in bewilderment, shaking her head furiously and signing quickly, 'No, he's not!'

The woman gave her a hard stare before nodding. "Alright. But you really can't speak?"

Disul watched the girl glance in his direction before staring down at the bowl of steaming soup.

'No.' She signed, lieing.

The woman hummed. "Well I bet your hungry, so I'll let you eat."

Before the woman could turn away Farah grasped her sleeve, asking her a question.

Disul arched an eyebrow as the woman looked at him. "She wants to know your name."

Shifting his eyes to the girl, she sat there expectantly, waiting for an answer. Letting out a soft sigh he plopped himself down onto the chair he was seated in before. "Disul."

He watched the girl move her hands once more and the woman looked back at him. "Her names Farah."

"Farah..." he repeated, the name sounding odd on his tongue.

A small smile appeared on the girl's face. She tugged on the woman's sleeve once more, her smile fading as her brows furrowed and hands moved in another question.

The woman stared at her. "The Refugee town."

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The Refugee town, they were in the Refugee town. He had said that it wasn't far, but she didn't expect to wake up in it. Staring at the rays of sunlight that peeked through the curtain, Farah hugged her knees tighter, wishing the storm hadn't passed.

Disul had left, saying he was going to take a look around, find somewhere she could stay for the time being. She didn't understand why he wouldn't let her stay in the motel and when she tried to sign it to him - through a complicated game of charade - he refused, muttering that he'd be walking around with a heavy blanket of guilt if he left her to stay here.

Her eyes gazed at the weapon, left in the same spot on the table against the wall as the night before. She wasn't staying in this town, she never planned to. It was Disul's idea to drop her off here, pawn her off to someone else. Well, she wouldn't be here when he did find somone.

Placing her feet on the carpet, she put her sneakers on, her eyes never leaving the weapon. Standing up, she walked over to the long table, her fingers curling around the cool metal of the staff, her eyes sweeping over it curiously.

Tightening her grip on the weapon, she took a deep breath, knowing well enough Disul wasn't going to be happy when he came back to an empty room and missing weapon. His voice echoed in her mind, calling her name; his face slowly appearing, still a blur, but she could see the corners of his mouth raised into a smile. She wouldn't stay, not after that...

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"There's a descendant in the Refugee town near the border of Cannibal territory."

Long elven ears twitched, fel green orbs opened slightly. "Is there now?"

The short stocky man nodded his head. "A man is with her. Nate sent word that it might be from your world with the weapon he carries."

"Tell him he has the go ahead..."

The stocky man nodded his head, taking his leave from the room as the cloaked figure rose from his posistion on the floor. He had summoned Veetira moments before, only to banish her back into the nether. Her plan of forcing the Cannibals to cooperate had failed. A Forsaken Rogue single-handedly disposed of the small Cannibal groups, leaving Veetira a deadly warning for him.

He would test the Undead's warning later, for now he was waiting for another descandants arrival.


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