I am… somewhat… back! I decided to update as soon as possible, and I think I've earned a reputation as the most updated writer in the SA section of FanFiction. LOL, anyway, let's start.
"What is this… this… gibberish?" The mean one exclaimed out of frustration.
"It's a prophecy in the Hellan language… this is priceless! It could be anything! A warning, a blessing, a curse, history, or even a map to treasure!" The nice one squeaked happily.
"Can you even read it?" The mean one said, exasperated.
"I don't know…" Suddenly, the nice one started having seizures. Her eyes turned white and she started chanting in coherently.
"Can you speak up?" The mean one asked rudely.
The young boy goes to drink the Nectar,
It tastes sweeter than ever,
The light flashes quickly,
His head pounds roughly,
A fire starts randomly,
Everyone runs frantically,
Then it appeared,
But to anyone you ask,
He disappeared.
Then, smoke started swirling around the mean one, and in a blink of an eye, she was gone.
Clarobo, Amaya…
Jamey Foresthelm sat in front of the fire, wondering about the prophecy his father told him two years ago. He wondered about a lot of things right then, especially about his dad's well being. His dad was an retired Greencloak, but they'd called him back for some unknown reason, promising to tell him once he got there.
"Jamey? You know you still have to go to your Nectar ceremony, even if your father can't make it in time." Jamey's mother told him, smile decreasing a bit when she spoke of his father.
"I know… but can we stay just a bit longer?" Jamey asked, sadness filling his eyes for he already knew the answer. Mother shook her head sadly. Jamey nodded and went to grab his coat. His mother cautiously opened the door and looked around, making sure there were no bears or bobcats lurking. When she found nothing, she stepped out and gestured for Jamey to do the same. The second he stepped out the cold night bit him, making him shiver. He had gotten used to the fire, now he wished he'd grabbed an extra jacket. Then they started the trek to town.
Soon, Jamey was shivering like crazy. He tried to ignore it, like is mom was achieving so easily. He quickened his pace.
Why is the weather so terrible tonight? It's spring! He thought as the wind howled wildly.
Grrrrrr
Was Jamey hearing things? Or was there really just a growl? He started scanning the area, finding nothing as the source of the sound. Suddenly, his mother stopped cold in her tracks. The sound of a sword being pulled pierced the air. Jamey froze too, closing his eyes. He knew there were bandits in the forest, but he'd never seen one. A loud noise of something falling from a tree emitted in front of Jamey. It sounded heavy.
"Put your hands up and don't even think about fighting." Someone said from behind Jamey. Jamey dared to open his eyes to find a bear in front of him. It was an huge brown bear though, bigger than usual.
"Run." His mother muttered. Jamey took off, crazy thoughts running through his head.
Jamey didn't stop running till he saw the Nectar ceremony decorations. He was extremely worried about his mom though.
"Bring the Nectar tasters up to the stage!" The local Greencloak called. Jamey and the others obeyed. Multiple kids went first, two of them calling random animals. Finally, it was Jamey's turn. The Nectar was slipped down his throat and it tasted better than anything else. A light flashed, and when it cleared, fire was in it's place. People started shrieking and running around, trying not to get burnt. Jamey stood in shock. Amiss the terror and confusion, Jamie felt connected to something. Connected to the… fire? Something slimy gripped his shoulder. Jamey turned and saw a fire salamander on his shoulder. Someone grabbed his arm.
"Follow me." They said, pulling Jamey with them.
Okay, that was wonderful to write! Funny how I linked him to the last chapter. If you don't get it, he was the little boy in the last chapter, where his father told him about Krysten Wisesong.
Jamey: Tangycatching963
A thanks to my whale-loving beta, Fight4Whales!
