AN:
Thanks to nekuranekomegami
And to teenpain1
And to Hedgi
And thanks to LilmissMaggie thank you, I'm flattered. But are you saying that I am or that I'm not making Marianna mary-sue?
And I'm not telling with what's going to happen with Clyde and Marianna. But if you look at the following things I wrote, you may try to guess in your next review.
Thanks for reviewing
I wanna see something, cause I realized that a lot of people (not necessarily my reviewers, but some people, have no idea who is 'going to get the girl'
Some think it's Flint, some thinks it's Clyde, some think that both of them are, and lets not forget those who think that the boys are going to screw up and neither of them are going to get her.
So I'm trying an experiment. I'm posting poll with these options, I want to see who thinks what. Check it out and vote! (It hasn't shown up for some reason when I go to look for it, so if you can't find it, just post what you think will happen in your reviews)
Choices
1. They're going to screw up and Marianna is going to leave them. FOREVER ALONE!
2. Both Brothers of course! Who wouldn't want both hotties and who wouldn't want such a kick but lady?
3. Clyde will get the Girl, after all he's the quiet one and who doesn't love a guy who has to show you he likes you. He's already done that.
4. Flint will get the Girl, after all the story stars him...and he can talk, plus he's already admitted he thought she looked good
Back to the story! (After this chapter we're going to take a little break with Marianna, but it's important that we do, so we can read about them Brothers.)
The Brothers walked toward the forest. It was maybe five in the morning. They turned around when they realized that they no longer had someone following them. They turned around; Marianna was standing on the stone bridge that connected the kingdom and the land.
"You coming?"
Marianna shook her head. "While you're gone I have to go back to my old duties."
"What were they?"
She gave a small shiver. "Serving the Caption of the Guards and his troops." She gave a small sad smile. "So, hurry back!"
"Yeah."
She gave a small cheery wave and the brothers raised their hands in return. They turned around and started walking. Flint looked behind him to see Marianna already heading back.
"That is one odd girl." Flint said. Clyde nodded.
Clyde pulled out the map. He looked down at it before pointing diagonally off to his right. He stuffed the map back in the satchel. They started off.
They had originally started out with a jog, but after ten minuets they had to stop.
Flint put his hands on his knees. "We're out of shape."
Clyde nodded as he leaned against a tree. They looked at each other. Both knowing what the other was thinking-smiling- before breaking into a run. Flint breathed heavily, this felt good. His legs were burning and his lungs felt like they were going to burst.
They were a good while into the forest, nothing but green. Flint liked green, it was his favourite color. Clyde ran beside him smirked and ran in front of him. Flint made his legs go faster, trying to catch up.
Normally, he wouldn't dare let anybody but Clyde see him cut loose and mess around, but after being in prison, he didn't care. He kept pace with Clyde before…
He blinked. Where did he go? One minuet Clyde was there the next he wasn't. He skidded to a stop, nearly tripping on an upturned root. He turned back to the last place he saw Clyde. A creek. He looked down in the hole. It was deep and filled with water.
"Clyde!" He yelled, scaring some birds farther along. He leaned down into the hole. He saw something under the water. Clyde's head burst out of the water. He coughed and choked on water. And immediately slipped back down.
Flint swore. There was one thing that nobody-except Flint-knew about Clyde. He couldn't swim and although he may have been good at hiding it, he was scared of it. Flint crawled onto his stomach and lowered his arms. Clyde burst through the water again, tried to grab onto Flint's arms and missed. Flint didn't have enough length in his arms. He crawled closer to the edge.
"Come on, reach idiot!" He said, trying to grab onto Clyde again. He slipped back under. Disturbed dirt rose into the water causing it to cloud over and block his view. Flint looked around desperately. This was not how he was going to loose his brother. If he died in a sword fight, that could be avenged. Drowning, not so much.
Something clicked inside his brain and Flint opened the shoulder satchel. There was a short piece of rope. It wasn't long enough, he looked up.
He grabbed one of the many hanging vines and quickly tied the two together. He tugged on it. He cried 'hold on!' over his shoulder to be answered with sputtering and choking. He tied the rope around his boot. Tugged it and crawled to the end of the hole. He leaned forward. He breathed in right before he kicked himself off the edge. Hanging upside down, just below his chest was submerged in water. He stuck his arms out, feeling through the water. He arched his back, bringing his head out of the water only long enough to take a quick intake of breath before his chest collapsed and he was forced back forward. He held still for a minuet and he swayed. The water was deeper then he thought, he felt something brush against his fingers. He trust his arm out and was greeted with the feeling of Clyde grabbing his hand. Then he felt something he hoped wasn't the rope loosening around his foot. He grabbed Clyde's elbow, bringing him up. And the rope snapped. Flint fell forward. Unlike his brother, Flint was an excellent swimmer. He grabbed Clyde under the arms and kicked upwards. Their heads broke the surface. Clyde started to choke. Flint tugged his brother along to the now loose rope. He tugged on it. It was still tied to the vine. He planted his feet against the wall and held onto the rope. Clyde-still coughing-understood and climbed up his shoulders and up to the ledge, then grabbed onto Flint's waiting hand.
Flint spat mud out his mouth and looked at Clyde. He was doubled over, his hands on his knees and he was spitting up lots of water.
"Easy." Flint said, grabbing him by the elbow and making him sit on a fallen log.
Clyde looked at him. "You have to stop falling in water. I'm getting tired of jumping in after you."
Clyde glared at him, before spitting mud at his face. Not that it did much difference, they were covered in the dirty water, so much for clean clothing.
"One of these days, I'm going to teach you how to swim."
Clyde rolled his eye. He made a climbing motion with his hands.
"And you're going to teach me to not be afraid of heights. Wonderful."
It was sadly true; Flint not actually scared of heights, just more of uncomfortable around them.
Flint stood up and smacked Clyde on the shoulder. "We got to start moving. Come on."
Clyde got up and started following him. But not before giving the hole a good Stabbington Glare.