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Post by laurabeth on Apr 2, 2007 10:33:25 GMT 9.5
Rain felt especially sad for him, her own eyes were strung with tears. She felt awkward in a good way, though she wasn't sure just how to explain it.
"Just rest." She said, and stood up. The barn was surveyed by her eyes carefully, noting every crack it held. Rain stepped silently towards one knot-hole in a board, peering out to the small town. A few figures bustled about the dustly streets, though nothing else could be seen besides the backs of homes.
In her mind she moulded what she would do when they left, if she left. She also wondered if the Enemy would return, possibly knowing his location. Her thoughts darkened; she had seen Them before, though they had never seen her, or had taken no notice of her. They were dreadful creatures and merciless. She turned her neck and gazed at Erik's resting form, and felt protective. Her hand moved to the handle of her sword quickly, as if They were already appraoching, and beating on the walls.
A knock on the door gave Rain a start, and she crept back in the shadows again, the door opened and bright sunlight flew in, though a silhouette stood, leaving a shadow on the barn floor.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 2, 2007 11:31:26 GMT 9.5
As Erik lie in a deep sleep, he seemed unaware of the door swinging open. The old man came back in, this time a look of concern was on his face. He quickly closed the door, looking around, almost slyly.
He came to Erik's side and knelt, pulling out a strange bottle from his cloak pocket. The old man seemed to be muttering strange words to himself as he uncorked the bottle, a plume of strange violet smoke dancing from the opening. His words came out, "They said... one drink.. slows the heart.. and then They die..." The old man smirked. "And then the Enemy dies."
He looked about over his shoulder, eyes wide as if he had been caught. He couldn't see Rain hidden in the shadows and he turned back to the form of Erik. "And soon..." He continued to mutter. "They'll stop attacking.. they'll never bother us again.."
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 2, 2007 12:35:39 GMT 9.5
As soon as he had opened the bottle, Rain put her hand on her hilt. She listened to him mutter, then felt growls rumbing in her throat. She leaped out and stood grounded, teeth bared viciously. Her blue eyes sparkled fiercely. She growled low, at least low for her small frame, and slashed at his hand quickly, trying to knock the vial from his hands.
The man was startled, but not surprised. He stood and looked on at Rain as if she was not a problem.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 3, 2007 5:42:38 GMT 9.5
The old man's eyes settled on Rain. For some time, he tried to find the right words. "Rain, you've gotten me mistaken... I am saving us all.." He still had the bottle tight in his grasp.
For a moment, the man's eyes shimmered a strange red color, almost as if filled with fire. He held his hands up defensively. "I know he's your friend, but someday, he'll betray us all... you will see..." The old man smirked. "THough you certainly have taken a liking to him.. haven't you?"
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 3, 2007 6:14:44 GMT 9.5
Rain held his gaze fast, his flickering eyes reflecting in her own. She dropped her hand to her hilt, "I doubt you." She said quietly, pulling the sword from it's sheath.
Rain poised herself to attack, not knowing if the old man was armed. She steadied her stance and haunched slightly, "Give me one good reason to let you live." She flashed her fangs and narrowed her eyes on his own.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 3, 2007 9:12:04 GMT 9.5
The old man shook his head, as if he couldn't think of how to respond. Finally, he replied, "I'm not here to fight you, young lady. You must understand that the Enemy must be stopped at all costs, and this boy belongs to them. Someday, he's going to kill us all." He sighed. "It's a shame that you find me as a threat when I'm only trying to help." The man, easily told, was going crazy beyond age.
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 3, 2007 10:04:09 GMT 9.5
Rain was confused and frustrated. She stepped back, her arms down at her side, and stared at him. What was she to do about him? He surely wasn't going to drop the bottle; she had already tried to slap it out of his hand. She glanced over to see Erik stirring restlessly. How he had remained asleep was beyond her.
She slipped slowly towards his mattress, keeping her eyes on the senile man across from her. "What do you mean by 'belongs'?" She asked, trying to distract him, "I don't understand you."
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 3, 2007 10:19:43 GMT 9.5
The old man smiled, a crazed look in his eyes. "He's a child of the Enemy. The Enemy won't rest until he's taken onto their side. That puts our town in danger, and if he is killed, then we won't be bothered any more." The old man's grip on the vile was strong.
He turned back to Erik, who seemed to move restlessly in his sleep, a faint sweat on his forehead as if suffering from a nightmare. He leaned forward with the strange bottle..
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 4, 2007 7:32:25 GMT 9.5
She immediately tackled him, grasping his wrists and pushing him over. She struggled to loosen his grip on the bottle, because he was stronger than she had thought.
The two battled over the vial, turning this way and that across the floor. Rain squeased his wrist until her hand burned. Her muscles threatened to give way when he loosed the bottle, and it rolled across the uneven floor to Erik's bed.
Rain sprung up and grabbed the bottle, holding her hand behind her back defensively. She stepped in a circle about the old man, quickly standing up and rubbing his wrist with one hand.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 4, 2007 11:42:43 GMT 9.5
The old man was left weak from an attack. Though he had such great strengths, he couldn't fight back any more. He swore silently to himself and he saw her grasp the bottle. "You know you're making a mistake! He will kill us all. Maybe not now, but he will someday.."
He backed away, seeing the light fire up in her eyes. "It's funny to think of a Sirin protecting a human." The old man quickly left the barn, shutting the door behind him. He wasn't to return for a long time until he could think of a way to rid of the two away from the village.
Next to Rain, Erik moaned slightly, breathing quickly and moving his head to the side. He remained asleep, yet he was caught up in a nightmare.
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 4, 2007 12:17:17 GMT 9.5
She flopped down to Erik's side and touched his hand softly, more for a reassurance for herself. In the other was the bottle of who-knows-what sort of poison. She lifted it up and sniffed it, though later regretting for it made her feel lightheaded.
What to do with it? What do to with Erik? She let her gaze fall on his sleeping face. His forehead held beads of sweat and wrinkles of worry. Her grip tightened on the bottle as her eyes shut in thought.
He said his horse would return, but when, and from where? She stood up slowly and walked towards the knot-hole in the barn wall. The light of morning had passed, and an afternoon sun hung warmly in the sky. She wouldn't think of stepping out so boldly in a town full of humans, and with that senile old man still about.
She took a seat next to Erik again, focusing her eyes on the door. She felt tired but dared not sleep. She wondered how long he would sleep and how well he would feel when he awoke.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 4, 2007 12:41:05 GMT 9.5
It was almost as if her touch had cured everything, because when she had touched it, Erik relaxed and returned into a relaxed state. For a while, it was silent, and then he opened his eyes.
He looked over at Rain and then at the door. "I'm awake..." he told her gently. Something was wrong though, because there was a look of worry on her face.
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 5, 2007 3:15:10 GMT 9.5
A smiled spread across her face as she sat up to look at him. "Good." She said, scootiong a bit closer. She didn't have to ask how he was feeling, because she could tell by his peaceful expression.
For a moment her worries left, but the feel of the bottle in her hand brought them back again. She lifted it up to show him, and shook it gently by the lip of the bottle. "That old man tried to kill you with this." She explained, slipping it back into her palm and gripping it tightly. "We need to get out of here before he comes back. I don't know if I could fight him off again." She sighed, a darkness falling over her eyes.
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Post by Frodobursh on Apr 5, 2007 10:49:00 GMT 9.5
Erik's expression darkened when he looked at the strange colored bottle, the liquid moving as though thicker than blood. The very thought of the man trying to kill him sent shivers up his spine. "I knew the old man couldn't be trusted. We should get out of here.. I can't fight too well." He clutched his blade, which was beside him, and tied it to his belt.
He leaned up and winced in pain as though an explosion had just taken place. He staggered up, holding his side, and bit his lip. He stood up straight, ignoring the booming amounts of pain he suffered through. "Let's go.." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I need to go as far as I can. I think I could run for about a mile and a half." Simply thinking of running even a few feet sickened him to his stomach, but he wanted to get Rain out of the miserable place.
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Post by laurabeth on Apr 5, 2007 11:02:45 GMT 9.5
Rain looked worried, and looked though the stalls of the barn. There were no horses, or any other beasts of burden. "We don't need to run," She said, "He has no horse, and I saw no corral." Then she added with anger in her voice, "If he did have a horse, I would surely take it from him."
She walked back to the front of the barn and stopped by Erik's side, his face again full of pain. She looked away quickly, "We don't need to run," she said quiently, "just stay out of sight."
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