Welcome back to A New Life! Let's first address my wonderful reviewers!
Koal (Guest) - Well, at some point, the game WILL have to be followed, whether I want to or not... I mean, when a giant destructive dragon god is reborn, ya kind can't just ignore that, right? In any case, I'm just happy somebody is enjoying this series XD
Guest - So, if I hand you a sword, you'll know how to use it? I gave information with that - That he doesn't know how to use a sword, and that he's never wielded one. So, how would you be able to know how to use a sword, when it is your first time using one? I've taken fencing before, so I vaguely know how to fence (it's been ages), but when I started, I didn't even know the correct way to hold the blade (we used fake foils before pulling out the real ones). Besides, it adds in some comedy!
In any case, I like the flow of my current summary right now, so I cannot change it.
And there we go. I'm sorry if my writing is still not up to par yet, but I guess you wouldn't be reading this fanfiction if you weren't used to bad writing XD
So, let's just start the third chapter now!
P.S. Sorry this took so long to put out; Midterms start start on 12/16, so I've been busy.
Chapter 3 - The turning point, the speech of anger
"Breakfast is ready!" I said in a light voice as I entered the room Charles was in. He was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, with the covers up to his waist. Hearing my voice, he turned to look at me with a smile. A smile! The thought filled me with glee. I've rarely seen smiles - especially directed at myself. Even my mom doesn't smile often. She usual just sells fruit and vegetable in the village and sometimes she heads out to the town to buy some food for the two of us for a cheap price.
I gave Charles the tray that contained a bowl and a spoon.
"More stew?" He asked, with a thin smile, sitting up so he could eat.
"Yes! I made your favorite; do you not want it?" I showed him teary eyes, much like a dog would show when you take its favorite toy away.
"My favorite..." I heard him mutter, but in the next moment he smiled. "Then I'll eat it!" A warm feeling spread throughout my body, and a smile formed on my face.
"Thank you!" I yelled from happiness and excitement. I watched him eat with a smile, though he took his time, he looked like he liked it! Well, of course he did! It is his favorite stew, after all.
He muttered some words looking away from me, but when he looked back at me, he wore a smile. "That was a good meal. Thank you for it." My face grew hot from the praise, and I giggled out of embarrassment. Charles' smile grew upon hearing my laughter.
After cleaning up, we started to talk more.
"Where did your mother - Juliet - go to?" He asked me with a questioning look.
"She traveled to the town." I replied cheerfully.
"The town?"
"Yeah! It's south of here; three days hard ride. She'll be back after a week."
"I see. So she left yesterday, so..." His voice lowered to the point where I couldn't hear him, but I waited patiently for him to finish. He cupped his chin, deep in thought. "That reminds me - where did you sleep last night?" He asked as he turned to look at me, letting go of his chin, but keeping his hand raised.
"Hehe." I giggled. "There is the only one bed here." He blinked.
"Oh, no. So you slept on the ground, or on a cou... you didn't sleep next to me, did you?" I replied with a grin. He slapped a hand on his face, muttered something, and then told me - "Sleeping with a guy that you don't know that well is a bit wrong, ya know?"
"But I do know you!" I argued halfheartedly with a grin
"Not by much..."
I responded with a giggle. He sighed and gave up on the argument.
He then told me of a story that he had heard, about a city underwater he wanted to go to. But because he's only human, he can't go. I asked him why, and he replied - "Humans can't breathe underwater, so I'll drown before I even see it." He told me of a city in the sky - the complete opposite the one underwater. The reason he gave for not being able to go there, was - "Humans can't fly, so it'd be impossible to go there."
His eyes reflected feelings of regret, of sadness, and of the grim face of reality. At least to my young eyes it did.
However, noticing that I was starting to feel down, he plopped a hand on top of my head, ruffled up my hair and gave me an encouraging smile.
"Don't worry, little Malina. Though there is a lot of things a human can't do, there are things only we can. That city underwater wasn't always underwater. Same as that city in the sky. Humans built the city, and then natural causes, and magic of some kind affected it. One was flooded and remained underwater, and the other was sent to the sky... somehow. So don't worry! Only focus on what you can do, not what you can't."
My eyes sparkled at his words. He was like a poet! Does being a traveler like him give you knowledge? Going from one place to another - having an adventure - is what made him so strong? As my respect for him grew, I felt like my knowledge was expanding past this tiny village.
Cities located under the ocean, up into the sky, built into the sides of mountains, lands that are dark and light at the same time, lands that are never engulfed in war, people who live in peace, giant waterfalls, lands that cannot be described by mere words! I want to see them!
Charles coughed to get my attention. "Anyway, I don't really want to stay cooped up in here, so how 'bout we go outside and you can show me around the village?" He asked with a charming smile.
My heart dropped at that. I felt my skin go cold. I broke out in shivers all over my body. The thought of going there always scares me, but if I'm by myself, then I can manage it and try to look happy... but if Charles goes there with me, then what will he think? When he sees everyone hating me? Will he hate me? Will he be hated since he's with me?
A groan escaped through Charles' lips as he sat up and threw the covers off himself. "I'll take silence as a yes, ya know?"
He held a neutral look, but to me, it looked like he suspected something was off.
I bit my lip. "S-sure. We can go." I smiled awkwardly.
"Mhm." He hummed. "Is there anything like a crutch here?" He asked, looking around the room.
"Uhm... no. So does that mean that you can't-"
"Then I'll just use my sword. I'll have to bend down a bit, but whatever." He shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't mean much to him. "Can you fetch me my sword?"
"Um, well..." I looked to my left, then right, up, and down. Anywhere that wasn't at Charles. I didn't want to take him to the village, but if he goes as far as saying that he'll use his sword as a crutch! I might as well just take him there. "Actually, there is a cane... I forgot about it!" I said lightly. "I'll go get it right now!"
I frowned at those words. At first she said that there wasn't a crutch, but now she says there is a cane. When she left the room, I quickly thought to myself. 'Why did she suddenly get so nervous when I asked if she could show me around the village? Why was there a small stain of dried blood on her shirt near the waist?' What was going on? First she broke out into shivers when I mentioned the village. She grew nervous. She didn't answer, so I started getting more suspicious. When she finally agreed, and I asked for a crutch, she said there wasn't any, and started to ask if that meant that we didn't have to go. So, I said I'd use my sword as one. Then, possibly realizing she couldn't back out, she "remembered" that there was a cane that I could use. Maybe she actually did forget, but I can't be sure.
Either way, her reactions are definitely suspicious for a ten year old girl. I mean, don't kids always want to go outside? I didn't, but then again...
I shrugged my shoulders. I could hear Malina going through things and making a lot of noise in the other room. She must be looking for that cane.
It seems as if it'll take some time...
When Malina came back with the cane, thirty minutes had already passed.
She presented the cane to me and gave me a short explanation about the cane. Apparently, one or two years ago, her mother broke her leg, and Malina hand-crafted a cane for her from some wood. When the two went to sleep, and they slept together, in this bed, Malina would work on fixing and perfecting the cane. Even after her mother healed, and no longer needed the cane, Malina still worked on the cane, and now it was pretty smooth, with nary a rough part to it. It even curved at the top, though just enough for a hand, and it would still be awkward. It must've taken a lot of work to make it.
And so, like that, Malina helped me up, and I used the cane to make my first steps since waking up and after jumping off that cliff and breaking my right leg.
I then discovered that the house Malina and her mom lived in was more of a shack, a hut, or something, and that they lived ten minutes away from the village, pretty much in the forest. Their backyard is basically where I landed when I jumped off that cliff. Luckily, the Risen didn't follow me down, because if they did, Malina and her mom could've died.
Once we entered the village, Malina, going from walking at my side, moved to be behind me. With her head hung down, she followed behind me with small steps.
Of course, just in case, I had brought my sword along, and strapped it to my belt on my left waist in its sheathe. Though I didn't wear any of the armor I had, I figured I didn't need it. And as footwear, I had on some black boots that belongs to Juliet. Apparently we share the same foot size, or at least, close enough.
Since it was a village, we obviously walked past the villagers. Some were walking to some destination, perhaps where the worked, some were just standing around, talking to friends, and some children, who were running around.
I also noticed that everyone we walked by stopped and stared at the two of us. First Malina, then me, then back to Malina with a distasteful look.
I see. Now I understand. So that's why she didn't want to come here. There is obviously a story here, but I'm not going to ask. If she wants to tell me, then she'll tell me. If not, then there is really nothing I can do. However, one thing I can do, is to make sure nobody starts anything with her. If someone comes up to her, intending to do harm, either verbally or physically, I will stop them.
And probably get beaten up even if I was squaring off against a ten year old boy.
I mean, I have a broken leg! What can I do? Well, maybe swing the cane at them... but I don't want to break it.
"...Monster."
"Just die bi-"
"Distasteful."
"Go aw-!"
"Monster!"
I heard many words directed at Malina, some of which I couldn't hear clearly, as another voice spoke over them. I sighed. They haven't done anything other than insult her, and judging by the way she barely reacted to them, it meant that this was a daily occurrence. She was used to it. Then again, I was used to insults too, though I was never really insulted much in my life.
...
Well anyway, if she wasn't harmed by this level of insults, then I won't do anything. Though I'll still be mad.
After a couple of minutes of walking around the relatively small village, with some forty-or-so living here, we settled down at a table. It was apparently a kind of "restaurant" though small, it had two tables outside with two chairs at each one since it had enough space for them. Though the employees here stared at Malina as if they were looking at a bug, I'll just have to put up with it for now.
I looked at Malina. Her body was tense, and her body shook ever so slightly. She must've been thinking about a lot of things.
I can easily imagine one though. One thing she never really had to think about. And that was... "what would happen if I bring someone to the village?" She must be questioning whether I'll be hated because of her, or if I'll come to hate her.
I sighed. No matter which world you are in, there are some people who will just hate you and always attack you. Physically or mentally, it didn't matter.
I reached towards her with a hand. I lowered it gently onto her head of hair. Her body jumped, but after a few seconds, she looked up at me. She stared into my eyes and her own widened slightly.
"I will never come to hate you, so you don't have to worry about me."
I told her.
How could you hate a little girl who has done nothing wrong? I'd understand it if she was ungodly annoying, but I don't think you would completely hate them, I think it'd just be like seeing someone you don't really get along with. It doesn't mean you hate them, you just can't deal with them. That kind of thing?
Well, it doesn't matter. I will never hate this little girl, or any other little girl. I might get annoyed with them from time to time, but I won't hate them for it.
Just then, the sound of a chair being dragged was heard. I turned my head to my right, and let go of Malina's head. A guy who looked to be in his mid-thirties dragged the chair to sit next to me. He had a bushy black beard and black hair that was slicked back. He wore a plain red shirt and black baggy pants with black boots. His arms had a lot of hair on it, but it wasn't enough to be called a werewolf amount.
"Hey there, new in town?" He asked me, not even bothering to look at Malina.
"Yes, first day here, pretty much." I said. This could technically be my first day here, if you don't count how I stayed a day with Malina at her mom's house.
"I see, I see." He nodded his head up and down several times, as if it was obvious. "Then, let me giv' ya a word or two." He definitely gave me more than a word or two, but I'll listen. I waved my hand for him to go on, and he nodded with a smile. "This littl' girl here?" he said, looking at Malina briefly. "She's a monster. You shouldn't 'associate' with her." He dragged out the word 'associate' with her slightly. But I really can't forgive what he said.
I knew it would be something like this, but to say it in face with her sitting right there? That just pisses me off more. However, before I could give a retort, he continued on.
"I also noticed that your... leg is broken. How 'bout ya let me giv' ya a vulnary, if you help hold down the girl, so I can ge' a few hits in? Don't worry; I'll let ya slug her a few times too."
I stared blankly into his eyes. He pulled out a brown bag, which must be where the vulnerary is kept. 'A medicinal solution used for healing minor wounds.' Is the in-game Fire Emblem description for a vulnerary. Vulneraires are extremely helpful in the beginning of a Fire Emblem game, but the later in you go, the less important they were, as you are being dealt more than ten damage with each hit, and you have more hp to recover.
The reason I so suddenly started talking about vulneraires, is to cool down my anger. To even suggest that to me... This guy was out looking for death.
His smile started to turn awkward as he noticed that I wasn't responding. Malina had looked down when he asked that, but even she looked up at me in confusion when I never responded. Before the man could understand what was happening, she knew what I was thinking almost immediately upon gazing at my eyes, and seeing my hands tighten into a fist under the table.
"A vulnerary... huh?" I let out after a minute of no response.
"Y-yeah..." The man responded with some hesitance. "They are for... minor wounds, and can easily heal your leg. Whether you drink it or spread it on your leg... doesn't matter."
"I see." I smiled. "What are you waiting for? Pass it over to me." The man slowly started to smile, and he handed me the vulnerary. Malina widened her eyes in shock, but then she remembered what I had said to her just before this happened. She... mostly had complete confidence that I wouldn't hurt her.
I opened the bag, and stared inside it. It... kind of looked like a liquid. It was green, and seemed to be slimy? If that is the right word for it. It wouldn't be like water if spilled, so it is probably like a cream that you can... drink.
Weird.
Where the hell did these things come from anyway?
It probably tastes bad...
But I don't want to touch it so I can't spread it on my leg.
Then... I'll just... begrudgingly drink it.
I brought the bag to my lips, and drank. The only word that I could think of to describe the taste, is disgusting.
After I swallowed the shit, I stood up. The man, understanding my actions, stood up as well.
"Then, let's get started..." He looked over at Malina, completely forgetting about the bag that I tied to my waist, on the right. I was keeping it.
Once his eyes were off me, I struck.
My fist smacked against his face, and he fell to the side and to the ground. He laid sprawled out on the ground, holding his face from the pain. My fist hurt a little bit, but I ignored it.
I let my anger take over from there.
"What the hell are you trying to make me do?" I screamed at the man, an angry expression on my face. My eyebrows were scrunched up, and my lip was quivering from the rage. My fists tightened, and if I had longer fingernails, I would've cut into my flesh. The man, and the surrounding villagers, stared at me in surprise. "Are you telling me to help you beat up a little, defenseless girl? Is this how you all live your lives? Beating up, yelling at, and bullying little girls as if they're the ultimate evil?" I mean, I've seen some fucked up anime, but actually seeing something like this really pisses me off.
"D-defenseless?" The man muttered to himself.
"She's a monster!" Another yelled out. Turning to him, I cast my anger unto him. He backed a step away from my intense glare. I never though I could feel this much anger.
"Monster? How? What did she do, that is worse than any other human? Did she kill someone? Did she steal? Did she attack a country and try to destroy it?"
"W-well..." He replied. He couldn't answer me.
Humans will be humans, no matter what world you are in. They'll hate, they'll lie, they'll steal, and kill, and do a many bad act to satisfy themselves. But they can also be loving, compassionate. Humans will frequently hate something they don't understand, whether it was another human, animal, or even a piece of technology. If they didn't know it, if it was an unknown, they'll most likely dislike it.
This must be the same for Malina. She is different than them. She might not even be human. However, before that...
"A little girl." I suddenly said with sadness in my tone. "If you had a daughter, what would you feel if others hated her? If they insulted her, yelled at her, beat her? What would you feel?"
He looked away. I already knew his answer: He'd hate it.
"So, does that mean it was okay to do this to another girl? Whether she is human or not does not matter! First, look at her!" I yelled out, and, following my words, everyone looked at Malina. She squirmed a bit under their gazes, but she managed to meet each gaze at least once. "What is she? A little girl. Ten years old. What can she do to you?" At my words, the villagers looked away.
They hated her, since they didn't know her true self. They saw her as an unknown, a monster. Juliet might not even be her real mother, just someone who decided to take care of her and was pushed away as an effect. Looking at Malina, I knew she wasn't a Taguel, since they actually show animal-like qualities, such as with the ears. I think. I only know them from Awakening, so that might not be the case.
She could be a Manakete. Though I think she'd have long ears. Or she could just be a human that was left here and became hated by everyone.
The answer doesn't matter one bit. All that matters... is that she is a little girl.
Before I could continue my angry rant, on of the villagers, this one a teen who was around my age, stepped before. His face was red with either anger or embarrassment. "W-we don't need a reason to hate a monster!" He yelled.
"Yeah, he's right!"
"Of course he's right!"
"She's a monster; that is all that matters!"
"Shut up!" I yelled louder than the voices. Maybe the entire village heard that, as everyone immediately went silent, and no sound remained but the wind. "How do you classify her as a monster? What tells you that she is a monster? Does she have sharp claws? Teeth? Does she have evil eyes? Does she want to kill all of you? Tell me; what does she look like? Please describe her appearance to me? Is this not tears in her eyes? Is this not a little girl who was hated for who knows how long? To me, she looks like a little girl that is hated for no reason. So tell me. What. Does. She. Look. Like."
The teen faltered. The only way he could describe Malina, was as a monster. Most of the villagers shared this sentiment. However-
"I see a girl who is on the verge of tears." An old voice remarked. I turned to the owner of the voice and saw an old woman. She was bending her back slightly, and she carried a small bag with bread and vegetables in it. I nodded at her, and she smiled.
The other gathered villagers started to chatter to their neighbors, their friends, their family, and whoever was standing next to them talked back.
"What does this little girl look like?"
That was the question they tried to answer. They finally looked past her being a monster, and are now earnestly trying to find the answer to this question.
Is she a monster? Or is she human?
But I did not want to let this continue to develop like this. I was, more or less, a useless person before coming here. I really only watched Youtube videos, and anime, and read the occasional manga, light novels, and played video games. I've read a ton of books made in America, and I've experienced many different written scenes because of this. I've experienced a ton of different situations and I loosely remember them all. Things like what is happening right now has been in several works of art. Whether anime, light novel, manga, game, or some other kind of source. I've read it. I've seen it. And I've dreamt it. If this situation continues on like this, then everything can turn out good. But, there is still a chance it could go bad. Instead of waiting for them, the ones who condemned this little girl as a monster, to finish, I should say one last final thing. But what is it?
What could I say, that could change everything?
Anime episodes passed through my brain. Manga scenes followed. Then lines from light novels. I saw books. I saw games. And then, one particular scene caught my attention. I couldn't exactly remember where it came from, so I couldn't give credit for it and thank it, but whatever, I'll remember eventually.
"Anyway, here's my point. Trivial arguments like this are nothing but common occurrences in everyday life! Getting hung up over pointless crap like this shows that you're a joke! A complete and utter joke! Hating others for no reason; it isn't the first, nor the last time it will happen. But that only shows how much of a joke you are! Get over it! You say she is a monster - but then when you look at yourself in the mirror after beating up the so-called "monster" how do you not see yourself as the monster? You do not even think her a human! Evil is when you use the weak for your own gain and crush them under your foot! You're just using a little girl to feel better about yourself; to relieve some stress via acts of violence. But you know what? You are human, are you not? You are allowed to make mistakes. We all are. But, since you are human, and can make mistakes, learn from them. Do not belittle Malina. Do not hurt Malina. She is just a little kid. Just a small girl. She is no monster; she is human, just like you. She has made mistakes, just like you. She eats the same food, just like you. She sleeps and wakes up, just like you. She lives, just like you. So why is she any different than you? That is just the misguided thoughts of a regular human. But now it is the time to awaken. Stop being fools. Do not stay the same. Change. Become men and women of wisdom and become better than what you were!"
Okay, I might have slipped in a few other kinds of quotes I remembered in there, and changed a few, and screwed some up, but whatever. You take what you get. It might be a bad speech, but at the same time... it might work.
They were silent. Nobody could speak up. I saw some of them look down and loosen up their fists, and some shed tears. I felt my heart beating frantically. That was the first time in my life I blew up like that. I... actually spoke to a large group of people without messing up! Man, this helped me much more than that public speaking class I took last year!
I felt someone pull my shirt from behind. Looking back, I saw Malina, with tears falling down her cheeks. I felt like she wanted to leave, so I smiled and grasped her hand. The two of us started to walk away, and the crowd moved out of our way.
Once we were past the crowd, and a good distance away, I looked back. Most were still there, talking to each other, but some were following us. Though they didn't look hostile in any which way, I couldn't let down my guard.
We continued walking throughout the village, with Malina finishing showing me around. A few of the villagers tried to start a commotion with us, but they were stopped by those who heard my speech. Malina held my hand tightly, and I didn't let go.
The cane that I was using was strapped in my belt next to my sword, and my left hand was lying on the hilt of the blade. If anyone tried to get physical, I wouldn't hesitate to use my sword. Okay, I probably will, but just pulling it out will probably stop most in their path.
"...And that is everything I know." Malina finished with a yawn. It had taken a total of two hours to go about the village, though we had two breaks to eat or rest our legs, it was still pretty lengthy. The village wasn't that big, I'd saw about normal... though I don't really know what "normal" is. And now, since we finished, we decided to go back home. Nobody had started anything with us, so I was thankful for that. But it wouldn't last for long.
It was when we left, that trouble came. But it wasn't from the villagers.
Two men were at the entrance to the village - the one we came in through - and they wielded axes. They wore fur over their shoulders, baggy pants, boots, leather gauntlets, and, most importantly, were looking for trouble. The one who seemed to be the leader, was bald with a brown beard. The other had short hair and no beard. Both had red war paint painted on their bodies.
"Now, listen up her' y'all." The lead bandit, as he obviously is, said. "If ye just giv' me, and my bud her', all yer gold, we don't hav' to start no troubl'. But if ye don' listen, we will come back, and destroy ye. How's 'bout that?" The other bandit was lightly hitting his shoulder with the axe. Obviously, the actual blade of the axe wasn't hitting him; just the pole thing. The, uh, part before the blades. Or something.
I'm not good at this "describing" business.
About seven villagers, including an old man with white hair and a long beard, who was using a cane to stand up, stood in front of them.
"I-I..." The elder said. He didn't know what to say. I could easily guess why: They needed to gold to live, to pay taxes, to buy food, that kind of thing. But, if he refused, they'll be attacked by a much larger force, and killed.
"Since yer not co-operatin', I'll jus' show some force. It'll help ya thin' quicker." He motioned at the bandit next to him. He grinned savagely and stepped towards the old man. The old man trembled in fear, but nobody stepped in. He hit the cane the old man was using, and it exploded into two with splinters flying everywhere. The old man wobbled to the side a little bit, as he had lost his balance, but he was supported with an arm.
"Oh-oh. Watch old man." The bandit who broke his cane said with a savage smile. He raised his axe.
From the moment he approached the old man, I had already let go of Malina and told her to stay away. When he stopped in front of the old man, I was running towards the crowd. When he broke the cane I had arrived, but I had to go through the men who stood around and did nothing, as they were in the way. When he helped the old man not fall, I had finally broken through the small crowd of useless adults. When he raised his axe, I slid my sword free.
And when he started to swing the axe - I pushed it to the side with my sword with all my strength!
"What?" The bandit yelled as his axe missed the old man and hit the cobblestone ground. His eyes went to his left and focused on me. He crunched his teeth together and his eyebrows knitted up in anger. His arm tensed in anger, he started to raise his axe. Before he could fully raise it, I stabbed at his chest.
His eyes quickly went wide as my sword dug deep into his chest. Though it didn't pierce the heart, or any vital organ, he could bleed out due to a wound like this. I quickly kicked him in the gut, which made him stumble backwards. My sword slid easily out of his chest.
My heart beat was just as quick, no, it was faster than when I gave that speech. The act of talking in front of a crowd cannot compare to wounding another man, and maybe even potentially killing him! Though it was to save a life, I sinned. I was horrified by what I did - by instinct. It is human nature to hurt others. However, I grew up in a world where "hurting" was bad. Especially killing.
But, pushing these thoughts to the back of my head, I decided to throw up later, when I was alone. Though it won't help...
Swallowing some saliva, I pointed my bloody bronze sword at him as he placed his free hand on his chest to try to stop the bleeding. "Leave now, or... die." I said, a bit nervously and nearly throwing up. I managed to swallow it back down.
The two looked at each other, and then at me.
The leader of the two yelled at me. "'cause of ya, ya doomed this village." He turned, and ran. The bandit I stabbed, ran after him, dropping his axe and clutching at his stab wound. However, before the one I stabbed could get too far away, he fell down and stopped moving. He might've died, or he just fell unconscious. Either way, the other one was heading back to the others, and he'll bring them here.
I might've just doomed this village.
"Gramps, are you okay?" I turned and asked the old man.
"Th-thank you..." He said, breathing heavily. I grabbed the cane Malina gave me and slid it out from my belt. I walked over to the old man, and handed him the cane. He accepted it, and stood up, using it to support his weight. I then used my shirt to clean the blood off my sword - vomit entered my mouth, but I pushed it back down - and then sheathed it back at my side. I breathed in deep, and out through my nose.
"I'm sorry." I said, looking up at the sky. The old man looked puzzled. "Because of me, they'll attack this village."
"Ooh." The old man said in understanding. "Don't worry about it youngster; it wasn't your fault. You were just protecting me."
"Even so... I have to... apologize."
"What's the matter? You look pale. Was that the first time you fought a human being?" He looked past me. "And killed one?"
I nodded. I felt sick. I was sick. I could hardly take it. I just wanted to go home, back my world, and lay down. I want to wake up, and say that it was all just a dream. But I couldn't. This was my new reality. This is it. A New Life that I must live. This is my new reality; my new world, and my new home. I couldn't give up now. I have to help him. And the only way to do this...
"Is there anybody here that can..." I swallowed. "Fight?"
"There are some who know how to hunt." The elder replied, smiling in understanding.
I nodded. "Then, we shall fight." The elder nodded and turned to the other adults who had witnessed the entire event. Four were shaking and pale, but the other three were smiling. The three had some large muscles. They might've been farmers, or lumberjacks.
"You four - the ones shaking in your boots! Go spread the word across the village. We will fight! Gather them in the town square." Without waiting for an answer, he turned to the three who were confident. "You three, go to the blacksmith and get him to get weapons ready, and go to the forest nearby and gather the hunters. At this time of day, they'll be near the river, resting. There are forty-six adults here, twelve elders, and twenty-eight children. We aren't much in number, but for those who wants to fight for the village, for their family, their loved ones, and their lives, we will fight to our end." He finished saying to me. "How do you want us to fight?" He asked.
"Well, I have... some ideas." I smiled devilishly, though the action nearly made the puke rush out my mouth. The old man sighed.
"Go around the building over there and puke if you have to." The men laughed at that. "And you! Get going!"
"Yes sir!" The men ran off, four going to gather the villagers, and the three going to the blacksmith.
"Dear child, I ask of you to return home." The elder said to Malina. She looked over at me.
"B-but, uhm..."
"She's with me." I said, walking as fast as I could to get behind the building. If I ran, I would puke. If I go to slow, I'll puke. And by speaking too loudly, I'll puke.
Well, after I puke, I'll probably puke some more.
Yeah I'm gonna have some nightmares.
"I see." I heard the elder say, though just barely. He might've said some more, but I wasn't in a listening mood. The second I turned the corner around the stone and wooden house, I vomited.
Welp, there ya go. As said earlier, sorry it took so long to finish - I was preparing (via gaming, watching videos, and slacking off) for my midterms. I was totally doing all my work.
Well, an epic (probably not) speech, and the threat of bandits - barbarians - ruffians - savages - is looming ever so closely. The villagers will be preparing to fight, and it seems as if Charles here has some plan of sorts. Also, he is probably going to be traumatized for a good thirty years. Nightmares everyday, baby!
Sigh... how did this get so dark so quick? Well, whatever. Anyway, if there are any mistakes (there are definitely some in here (a lot)) please let me know. I'll fix it. If there is something you don't exactly understand, please pm me or leave it in the review. I will answer your question, much like God answers the peoples prayers... Oh, wait...
So, the speech. Obviously, it probably won't make much sense, that was probably the first speech I ever wrote, and I couldn't think of ANYTHING! So I just went everywhere. On topic, off topic, fuck all the essays I've ever written! I have zero skill in this.
So, uh... please favorite, follow, if you enjoy, and please ignore my shameless self as I crouch in the corner waiting for you to do so, and please leave a review about why I should kill my(you)self.
Have a good Christmas?