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This chapter is done. xD I started it like... in Feb, and it's done in December. Lol. Anyways, it's done. :3 Be happy. XD It's like. 6pages long. xD Just under my goal. xD
Chapter One: Troubling Meetings
The sun had long set, taking the warmth with it. Verai was left in the darkness, the cold enveloping her like a blanket. But she didn’t mind, she was on patrol. Tonight was her night to watch the soldiers who had their tents pitted in the Trion field. They had been situated there for a few months, since they came to Carast at the end of April.
She watched as the remaining soldiers finished up their exercises. She had been on watch duty so many times now, that she knew the order they did their routines. They had just finished a hike through the dense forest of Ryatt trees. Verai grinned; most of the soldiers would have deep cuts covering their bodies. The trees were known for their merciless attacks, as Verai knew full well. She had gotten lost in that forest when she was younger, an experience she wasn’t in a hurry to repeat. She left following the soldiers through the trees to Jintai, who was quite nimble and silent and enjoyed spooking the soldiers as they hiked throughout the woods.
“…All these cawing sounds, like a giant bird, swooping through the trees. It’s a frightening sound. You’re lucky you don’t have to do exercises in there.” Verai’s ears picked up the conversation between two soldiers as they stumbled sleepily to their tents. She grinned; she would have to congratulate Jintai on a job well done when she got back to her own camp. But now wasn’t the time to think about that, right then, she had to work on getting some new information about what they were doing there as they currently had none. But, at least they knew some of what they were doing.
“Did you hear that?” one of the men said, glancing to the side with wary eyes.
“Hear what?” the other asked, turning his head to look at the other man. He watched blankly as the men pointed to some bushes, unknowing that there was something there, he quirked an eyebrow. “What…?
“There, that’s where the noise is coming from. I bet it might be that one guy again…”
“You mean the dirty blooded b***ard?”
“Yeah, him.”
“Kresnick said not to worry about him, and you know about the general, he’s the only man I know that knows what’s going on everywhere.”
“Yeah, you’re right. But—“ The man was cut of by the sound of a siren; he looked to the other, and nodded to himself. “We’ll check it out later, Kresnick wants to talk to the troops ‘bout something,” he finished and began turning around.
“But—It’s f***in’ midnight! Why would he want to talk to us now?” the solider muttered, just continuing stare at the bush, before he shook his head and turned to follow the other.
“F*****s,” Verai growled, her hazel orbs narrowed, and she found herself scowling, hating the fact that she had almost been caught. But that name, she hadn’t heard that name before. Usually it was ‘general’ or ‘Bossman’, so she was intrigued. She stopped her fuming briefly to see one of the men turn around and stare at the bush once more. She put a hand over her mouth and quickly calmed her breathing. This wasn’t going to be easy anymore, she mused.
She glanced down at her watch for a few seconds before sighing. It looked like there was no reason to stay any longer, it wasn’t like she could pass off as a solider, she was too short. …and very much just entering puberty. She frowned a bit before getting up and leaving.
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Running, he was always running. Whether it be from the soldiers or some people who thought he was crazy, and decided ‘let’s play kick the crazy person.’ But either way, he was always running away. Never facing anything, he couldn’t face anything. Not after what happened to him, he himself didn’t even know the way it made better than anyone else.
All he knew was that he used to be human, but he wasn’t anymore.
How he became that way wasn’t important… all he remembered was that he had been abducted in the very first raid, and tortured. He remembered hazily about what happened during the period that he was tortured. But while lying on the cold, hard metal table in their torture rooms, he distinctively remembered the feeling of loss. To him, it felt like someone had taken something very important away from him. He just couldn’t discern what it had been until he returned to his own planet.
Dhylin felt himself slowing down, and felt his breath ragged in his chest. He willed himself not to, to keep running along the dark paths that set up the boundaries of Shean.
People wouldn’t understand what he had gone through; people wouldn’t understand that he was no longer human… and probably never will be human again. Auburn tresses drooped into his eyes as he frowned some, and shook his head, willing the strands away from those frigid depths.
He then heard voices, as his running came to a stop, where was he? He didn’t know. But he could hear the voices getting closer… and maybe they wouldn’t understand why a half naked man was standing in the middle of a darkened path in the middle of night. He cast about for a suitable hiding place and his ice blue eyes fell on a cluster of trees. He didn’t have much time before the voices stumbled upon him.
Picking out a sturdy tree, he quickly shimmied up its trunk. He let out a sigh of relief that he was clad in dark pants; the dark leaves would hide him well. Now if only he could calm his breathing…
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To Verai’s ears, the dark, winding paths were quiet. Looking over at her companion, she noticed that Jintai was alert and focused. She must have heard something that Verai had not.
“…going on and on about how there’s this giant bird flying through the forest following them, swooping in and out of the trees, making these loud cawing sounds. I think you had them a bit terrified, Jintai. Good job.”
“Thanks. It’s not every day one of us gets a compliment from you. But I think they need a bit more than what I gave them. I think next shift, Kitarin should be the one to follow the soldiers. She does an excellent imitation of an Arine.” Jintai looked pleased with herself and watching Verai nod carefully, she smirked and followed along silently.
Up in the tree, Dhylin let out a soft chuckle. He stifled a gasp as he felt his hold on the tree branch faltering and tried to get a better grip. He tried to avail, and he slipped off the branch. He landed clumsily on his feet, but then lost his balance and toppled to the ground.
Lying on his back on the well-beaten path, he gazed up at the star-strewn sky until it was blocked by two faces. He smiled up at them, and gave a short, dazed wave. “Hello!” he chimed merrily, before he sat up and swayed some.
“What the hell!?” Verai shouted, glaring at the man who had fallen out of a tree. Hazel orbs narrowed down at the auburn haired man, as she took a few cautious steps towards him. “Who the hell are you?”
“Ah? I’m Dhylin,” he replied with a small ditzy smile. “Just a wanderer,” he added off handedly.
“How do I know that?” she accused, her eyes narrowing at the auburn haired male. “You could be a solider,” she pointed out and frowned.
“Ah, I’m hiding from them actually, so why would I be one?” he asked with a small shake of his head. “I’m nobody you need to worry about, kid,” Dhylin muttered with a wry smile appearing on his face.
Verai frowned and blinked at him a bit. She screwed her eyes shut for a few moments before listening to Jintai’s soft chuckling.
“And what are you laughing at!?” She demanded from her friend, her eyes shot open and she glared at the other girl hard.
“Nothing, you just… act like my dad does,” she said between giggles.
“Thanks,” she paused. “Thanks a lot.” Verai turned back to the man and narrowed her violent optics. “And WHERE are you going, sir?” she asked the man with the auburn hair. Those complex hazel irises watched the man and took in every ounce of his physical being. He was thin, very thin. But that wasn’t anything new. Most men she knew were thin, but he… was scrawny. Dhylin’s hair was almost a fiery-brown, and those eyes were almost ice-crystals; piercing right through her soul with every wary glance she got. It was almost breathtaking at how honest that gaze was. Almost.
Dhylin quirked an eyebrow for a moment, before shaking his head. “Out of this city, I guess, anywhere’s better than here, y’know,” the auburn haired male said with a slightly glazed look. The girl in front of him was peculiar, she was… very annoying if anything. Asking him where he’s going, what a laugh; that’s like asking a solider what he’s going to eat in the morning. Ha. Though, he knew the answer to that and grimaced. Mystery meat, the worlds worst enemy.
“I think you need to come with us,” the black haired girl demanded, Jintai quickly turned to Verai, who was watching the newcomer with a bit of interest. “Right?”
The sandy-brunette nodded and watched Dhylin carefully. “I think so too.” Obviously, Verai was thinking that some how she could talk—-well, force would be a better word—-the brownish-red haired man into coming back to base camp, and getting him to tell them everything he knew about the war. Well, that’d be her hopeful idea of how it’d go. But one could never believe in a plan fully, knowing that they could always go awry.
Noticing the two girl’s serious-looking gazes, he shook his head and shrugged. Whatever, they weren’t going to actually… try and force him to go with them, were they? “What are two prepubescent girls going to? Hit me in the knees with your fists? You’re not older than twelve are you?” Dhylin asked with a small chuckle, obviously making a joke at the idea of teenagers pulling him down to the rebel camps and getting sent back to ‘jail’. Oh. That was an excellent idea. Go back to the place he was just returned from. He smiled once more, this one more disarmingly and more perky. “Of course I’ll go,” he said after a while of thinking. “Anything is better than going all the way to the next town without any money.”
Verai had looked like she was about to beat the stranger into a pulp after he finished talking, she was tempted to sodomize him with one of the tree branches she could’ve found. The fifteen year old narrowed her eyes at the taller (but not by much, he was like… what? Five inches taller than her! That’s a good thing. That way she could kick him pretty f***** hard still.) male and shoved her nose into the air. “Come with us, this’ll be quick walk back.”
“Fine, let’s go!” She heard him say this with ease, but she was already turned away and walking back towards camp, making Jintai the one who was making sure the “prospective informer” was following them. The short girl lifted a tanned hand to her face, brushing a few short locks of sand-colored hair out of her sight. This was going to be interesting, very interesting.
Dhylin was having similar thoughts, as he let his long auburn hair flow around freely, obviously looking like he hadn’t had brushed his hair in such a long time. And he hadn’t. It was almost… annoying, in some ways, but comforting in others. He shifted from foot to foot for a second before coming up behind the taller of the two, Jintai. “So, what’s her story?”
“Ehh? Verai?” Jintai looked confused and shook her head and shrugged. “She’s always been like that, it’s not like she could change or anything. Can’t teach a old dog new tricks, that’s her motto, at least,” the brown eyed girl muttered after a while. “But don’t mind her, she rarely brings new people back to camp. If she trusts you enough to bring you back, everyone in camp’ll trust you.”
“Why?” Jintai looked a little taken back by Dhylin’s question. It was almost like she didn’t believe he didn’t know about her ‘human-lie-detector’ abilities. Everyone knew about those. Even outsiders picked up on that straight away.
“You mean you didn’t notice?” She said quickly, but lowly. “She’s a human lie detector! She’ll know you’re lying a mile away.”
“Oh really.” Dhylin watched the girl for a moment and cocked his head to the side. “Hey, err, whatsyerface! I’m not wearing any underwear! Am I lying?” He called with a large grin on his face. He stopped in his tracks when Verai stopped and turned towards him.
“What?” she questioned with a sour-look on her face. She couldn’t believe he was actually asking that, what sort of man asked if they were wearing underwear? She paused for a moment and glared hard at the older male before giving Jintai a look of knowing, before narrowing her eyes at his pants, trying to wager if he was indeed wearing underwear. It looked like he was, but she wasn’t exactly sure.
“Am I wearing any underwear?” he asked again, this time a bit louder. The icy-blue eyed person then winced when he heard a loud thunk and some sad cawing from a few trees to the left. Looks like a bird landed on a tree wrong. He looked down at the ground for a few instant’s before glancing back up at the girl in front of him. “So? Am I?”
“…Yes,” she finally said, shrugging slightly, being generally annoyed with this stupid moron.
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“I am not.”
“I could show you if you’d like, but I’d rather not be arrested for public indecency.” She was going to kill him; he swore it, mostly because the look on her face was absolutely murderous.
She stared at him furiously for a few moments before muttering and turning back onto her way, she wasn’t going to stand there listening to this stupid tomfoolery, it was absolutely absurd! How was she supposed to know if he wasn’t wearing underwear, or not?! Ha. She was going to beat him or let the others at the camp judge him then! She snarled to herself and made a mini-rant in her head about how she was going to beat the [censored] out of him if he didn’t stop making mildly retarded comments and questions come out of that pair of thin set lips he had.
She snarled quietly to herself, though hearing cautious footsteps behind her told her that Jintai was trying to keep a distance away from her and her rather brutal temper. The man though, he was just right behind her, probably staring at her curiously, wondering what he said that was wrong. She was so focused on walking away from the bumbling idiot she had invited back to base, she didn’t even notice when she nearly got swept up into the air by one of the attacking trees. She did, however, realize that when someone pulled her back and moved them back a few inches.
“Ehhh? What happened?!” she demanded with a small frown. That wasn’t supposed to happen without warning. She glanced up and listened carefully to the wind. “F***, get behind a tree or a bush, whatever, just hide,” she hissed as she quickly dived for a bush, pulling Jintai and Dhylin back into a hiding position behind a cluster of trees. “Be quiet,” Verai whispered at a open mouthed Jintai.
“Did you get what Bossman said?” One of the soldiers from earlier had muttered. “Really Grollance, what does he expect out of us? Killing rebels, honestly. They’re actually quiet nice, I heard,” the other said to his partner, looking generally sleepy. “Well, until you capture them, torture them and then kill them, then they’re just a bunch of a****.”
‘Grollance’ laughed slightly and shook his head. “Harber, don’t let the general hear you talk about s*** like that. He’ll beat you black and blue,” the shorter of the two said, before stopping when he heard some cawing. “Oh god, it’s that bird again!”
“I know—f***! Run!” With that said; the two, Groll and Harb, went running off in a different direction; yelling the whole way.
Verai sighed and pulled the two out of the dark-concealing area of the forest, careful of making no noise. “Now. Hurry up quickly, before they come back this way.” With that the three shot off in one direction, hoping not to come up to anymore trouble.
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