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Chapter 2: On the Road

"Do you think I could go on the roof?" Kris asked after about an hour's silence.

"It depends. Will it hold?" Tyran said from the front seat.

Kris looked at the wood with tarps bundled up on the sides. "I think so."

"Then go for it." Tyran said.

Kris easily hoisted herself on the roof, lying down on the sun-warmed boards.

Rob woke up from his nap, realizing Kris was on the roof. He stood up, and being the tallest of the 4 there was only a couple of inches between his head and the roof.

"How much longer until we get to River Belle?" He asked Tyran.

Tyran looked behind him at Rob, "Until we get more experienced in battle, we have to take all the longest, safest routes possible, so it will take about 1 more day."

"Dang. This is so boring." Rob grumbled.

'Great. I get to travel with probably the laziest selkie in the world. At least I have Mike; and maybe it's possible that Kris and I will become better friends, possibly even like with...' Tyran shook off the rest of his thought. 'It has been almost four years Tyran; knock it off. No one, not even Mike could be that close to me.'

They rode on for a couple more hours, stopped for a quick lunch break, then rode on until dinner, which Kris volunteered to cook.

"OK, Mike, go get some firewood, but stay within the circle. Tyran, you find something to start a fire with. And Rob, stop starring at me and gut the fish. I'll prepare the meat." Kris commanded, and everyone went on with their assigned jobs. "And don't even try to weasel your way out of your job, Rob! I know you're the fisherman's son and can gut a fish perfectly well!" Kris said, thinking that he was going to try to get out of his job like at lunch. Rob just continued to gut the 2 fish, making sure he did a good job to try to impress her, while Kris threw many different seasonings on the meat.

When Mike returned with firewood, she assembled it under the grilling rack she had set up and laid the meat on it.

Finally Tyran returned. "I found some flint."

"Sweet, that will come in handy. Good thing we have you, hunh?" Kris remarked.

"Of course!" Tyran kidded. He handed Kris the metal, and with a knife started a fire. Soon after, the fish was perfectly cooked, and soon after the steak.

They complimented her on the meal, and after they cleaned up they sat around the fire in conversation.

"Someone needs to stand guard tonight." Mike stated, changing the subject from the reality that they wouldn't be able to acquire a million gil for a phoenix down and onto protection.

"What do you mean?" Kris asked.

"He means to protect us from monsters tonight." Tyran supplied.

"Then who's it gonna be?" Rob asked as he lay on his stomach, facing the fire.

"How about you? You were sleeping in the caravan all day, you do it." Kris said.

"No I didn't! I did a lot of other things too!" Rob said, thinking of how he had gone through everyone's things, though not stealing anything that would have been noticeable, which was everything at that point.

"Oh, yeah! You also ate everything and weaseled out of your jobs!" Tyran exclaimed.

"Come on guys, leave him alone." Kris said, looking over at Rob, who smiled. "He probably wouldn't do a very good job anyway!" The smile faded. "I think Tyran should do it. He's the leader, and the leader is supposed to protect us."

The others nodded.

"Fine! I'll do it! As long as Kris does it tomorrow!"

Kris smiled "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine; I'd have to do it eventually, so might as well do it tomorrow!"

Then they put out the fire, though leaving a torch for Tyran.

-:-

Tyran sat on the back seat, keeping watch. He had fought it for so long, but now the memories came back clear as day.

Flashback 3 1/2years

"Dad, can we go out in the wheat fields and train?" A 12-year-old Tyran asked, with an equally aged girl standing by him.

"Hm, I'd rather you stay closer." The father stated.

"It's not that far! Besides, the wheat is at its tallest point now before they cut it down, and it'll be great training for the caravan! AND we'll wear armor so we can't hurt each other!" The girl complained.

"The caravan is more than 3 years away." He pointed out.

"All the more reason for us to prepare for it!" Tyran said hopefully.

*sigh* "Well I guess there is nothing I can do hunh? Man, when you and Tyran get an idea in your head, I swear there is nothing I can do but to let you do it. Go ahead, just be back before dinner."

"Yes!" The twins yelled in unison.

15 minutes later the twins were happily at play in the wheat fields. Each was equipped with a short sword and were both equally dull from over-use. There was a soft ocean breeze blowing from the south, rustling the golden plant. The young girl giggled as she disappeared into the wheat and her twin chased her shadow. She ran until they had left the wheat fields and entered a grassy plain, and they collapsed near where the first sprouts of wheat had shot out of the ground.

"Oops, I dropped my pendent." The girl said.

"Don't worry, I'll find it." Tyran disappeared into the wheat.

"Tyran!!!" She screeched. "Get Dad, quick!"

"Wait, what?" He started to head back to her. Suddenly, a Selkic man jumped in front of him wearing a mask, displaying a long, sharp dagger.

"You're not going anywhere, kid. Now give me everything you have on you!"

Tyran started to run, trying to hide in the wheat, but the armor slowed him greatly. The same man appeared in front of him again. Tyran took off the armor he was wearing and chucked it at the man, hurling him to the ground, also knocking his mask off.

"Why you little…!"

Tyran got a quick glimpse of his face before he ran as fast as he could back to his house, dropping his sword, which was a burden, on the way and yelled to his father. "Dad! Help! Bandits! Ha-" His dad raced out of the house at lightning speed, brandishing a golden sword given the name 'Excalibur'. Tyran followed him to the field.

When they arrived about a quarter of a mile away from the wheat field, the bandit was gone. All that remained, in a pool of blood, was a young girls body, her clothing and skin stained red.

"H-Hah-Hanh-Hannah!!!"

Tyran grimaced with tears pouring out of his eyes. The memory was so vivid, so clear. He could remember the exact proportions of the man. He also remembered, that there was only one man that day.

He could have bet his life that the man was still living today. He remembered his face. It had been the face of an 18-year-old man; smooth with green eyes. He had blonde hair and wore a green tunic. Tyran remembered his face clearly.

He vowed that if he ever saw the man again, he would kill him. He killed Hannah, his twin sister, his best friend, the person that would never leave his side, and his her's. That man would pay, with his life.

Tyran looked up to see the sun rising. If there had been a rooster around, it would have crowed. He looked behind him to see the rest of the caravan stirring inside the wagon.

'With his life.' Tyran repeated in his head. 'His life for my sisters.'

I like this version of Hannah's death better personally; it's much more emotional, and it also sends a clearer picture. And in case you haven't noticed, Tyran isn't racist this versoin. That makes it fit a bit better with his personality: calm and collected.