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He had thrown the dagger at the last moment, praying it would hit the mark. It did. The blade hit the fiend’s weak spot, the point in the center of its back where the muscles throughout its body met. The creature remained standing for a moment, then slumped to the ground unable to move. Caleb now let out the breath he had been holding. He’d been trailing the haken beast all day, hoping for a free lunch. Judging by the way it had been moving, it had to be something small, like a rabbit or fox. it had been four days since his last meal. he would take anything he could get.
“Well that’s done. Chow time!” His mouth watered at the thought of food. He could imagine the taste of roasted hare on his tongue and his stomach growled at the mere thought of it. As he walked toward it to retrieve his blade, he savored the thought. But he was stopped short by a slight movement from the haken. “No way,” he thought , unsheathing a second blade,” It should be dead, at least paralyzed!” Caleb watched, then realized that the haken wasn’t really moving at all. Something was under it, and it wanted out. From beneath the fiends massive body a hand became visible, then an arm. It was a human! Caleb couldn’t believe it! Dreams of a full stomach disappeared before his eyes. Whoever this guy was, he was dead for wasting his time!
Outraged, Caleb started to yell, “ What the hell are you doing out.........here.....,” but was stopped in awe. The guy who emerged from under the haken was a girl. Only a kid, she couldn’t be any older then sixteen. She was dressed in the strangest clothing he had ever seen. The clothing she wore was brightly colored. She was wearing a skirt that was ridiculously short; it was cut above the knees. It seemed to be spun from a material that wasn’t wool or leather; a dark violet color. She wore a shirt of similar material that was sky blue with a v-cut neck, something he only saw worn by sailors, not by women. The girl had long hair, but it was so soiled by dirt and blood that he couldn’t tell what color it was. Deep gashes were visible on her arm and shoulder; fresh blood was flowing from them and dripping onto the ground. She sat next to the corpse, not moving at all, just staring. Suddenly she looked up, not toward Caleb, but passed him for a moment, then she passed out.
“ Great.....just perfect,” he said. This was not what he had in mind for the day. He didn’t have any medical supplies with him, and his healing abilities were rated a little more than a joke. About all he could do at the moment was bind her wounds. He pulled out a light blanket from the satchel he wore on his back and, with his dagger, cut it into strips to use for bandages. He then bound her wounds tightly, hoping to stop the bleeding. This would work for now, but she would need real bandages and healing herbs soon to prevent infection. Those were things that didn’t exist on the plain. Caleb’s mind wanted to leave her. “ This isn’t my problem,” he thought to himself, “Why should I have to deal with it?” He contemplated the thought for a moment. Some one would come along eventually, maybe a merchant with supplies. Caleb sat back on his haunches and looked up to sky, feeling the heat from the sun tan his face. His stomach was growling again and it was almost the hottest part of the day. “ Yep, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!” He really didn’t want to get involved, something wasn’t right. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head. The temperature was rising quickly as usual. Caleb grabbed the handle protruding from the haken’s back and pulled his dagger free. Then he took off.
He reassured himself as he walked. “Pretty soon someone’s going to pass by and see her. They have supplies and she’ll be fine. yep, any moment they’ll come by........maybe. It’s not like I did anything wrong, it’s not my problem! And no one can say that I didn’t try to help the kid. I mean I did use MY blanket , my ONLY blanket, as bandages! If she dies it’s not my problem; it’s not my fault. She shouldn’t have been all the way out here, that stupid girl! No one ever comes this far out onto the plains without a death wish! No one ever comes this far out.......Damn it!” The heat was sweltering as he ran back to where he left her. Caleb was an infamous thief, having never been caught by the Royal Guard. Everyone knew who he was, but very few knew what he looked like. He was the perfect criminal, or so the general public thought. But those who knew him knew differently. He possessed a trait not often found in a thief: he had o good conscious. And that was the one thing he hated about himself.
In the sun, the creature’s corpse was beginning to decay and smell. the girl was still unconscious even in the intense heat. The only way anything would get done was if he carried her. From where they were, the closest village would be the mining town of Krem, a good five day walk away. With a mind filled with complaint, Caleb removed the satchel from his back and gently placed it on the ground. He decided to carry her on his back so he could still run if he need to. satchel around his waist and his new companion asleep on his back, Caleb headed east toward Krem, kicking the lifeless corpse of the haken as he left.
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“ Lernyll!” Lanis called as she crossed the main corridor. The walls were hung with tapestries that illustrated the Legend of the Forgotten Time. Images of valiant knights slayig gruesome fiends gently swayed in one of the drafts that were common in the ancient castle.
“Where are you, you blasted bird!” The echo of her voice and footsteps was all she could hear in the momentarily abandoned hall. She knew exactly where he was, having heard him return at dawn, but she was in a foul mood and Lernyll did not venture from his tower often. something was going on and she wanted to know what it was. “ Lernyll!!!”
At the corridor’s far end, one tapestry bearing the royal seal of Durfallal, an eight-pointed silver and gold star encased in three crescent moons, swayed a little more than the others. Lanis walked to it’s left corner and pulled it back, revealing a hidden door. She opened the door and ascended the stairs behind it. She climbed the stairs quickly and emerged at the top of the abandoned lookout tower. It had been years since anyone besides her had come up here, so Lernyll had claimed it for his own.
He was roosting in a corner, his head tucked deeply beneath his rainbow-feathered wing. The sun made the crimson feathers on the rest of his body dance like torch flames. He was one of the last phoenixes still living and he was truly a beautiful being. But he was also stubborn.
“ So, where have you been?!”
With great laziness, Lernyll uncovered his head and stretched out his massive wings. then he settled himself , prepared for the ranting Lanis was about to unleash. “ What have you found that was so important that it would keep you out until dawn! I need you last night to scout out the southern hills! His Highness was not pleased!” He didn’t pay her any mind. Midway through her rant, he had begun cleaning his feathers. Lanis waited for some sort of response from the bird, but he continued to ignore her. She angrily continued to wait for a response, but it was futile. The birds temperament was just like his late owners’.
She leaned against the tower’s wall and looked out at the northern horizon. The sky was deep blue and cloudless. The castle itself was surrounded by a massive green grassland that fed most of its livestock. Beyond the field lay a forest. It indefinitely in all directions. as the wind blew through it, the trees seemed like an emerald sea, the leaves like waves. The view on a day like this always had the power to calm her and, for a moment, she forgot her anger and her suspicions; she momentarily became lost in the gently rolling waves. For a while, her mind was clear and it was peaceful. Not long after, a sharp whistle from behind brought her out of her daydream. Lernyll was ready to show her what he found.
It's not very good, i kind of got stuck on the first part so my friend did some of the writing. tell me what you think of it please.