Monday, June 23, 2008

The Chosen chapter 1

I have been writing a book and here is the first chapter for your enjoyment!

Chapter 1

Fourteen-year-old Elisabeth pulled her blanket over her head trying to block out the noises of soldiers barking out orders, women screaming, and infants wailing. Her mother hugged her close as another cry erupted. She pressed her hands over her ears, willing for it all to stop. Tears streamed down her face. Why? she thought, why our village?

Enemies from the East, the Galamians, wanted to own more land. They attacked the closest important village, Tiam, which was her own town. Tiam was located in Malave, a country well known for their rich fertile lands. They now tore through her beloved community taking captives and looting homes. Elisabeth’s father, General Dralton, had bravely led an infantry of all of the males from as young as ten to the eldest of men to attempt to stop the Galamian forces. Somehow they failed and now the Galamians tore through Tiam with no mercy.

She heard a tremendous crash as the soldiers smashed into the cottage next to their own. Was their home next? Would they find her mother and her? Elisabeth sneaked a peek at her mother. She was moving her lips in silent prayer. Elisabeth dared not to move a muscle. She was afraid that a little motion would indicate their location. They were hiding in a secret room hidden behind a shelf. Her mother had dug a hole for their most precious possessions. There was a sword, a shield, a smooth stone, and some food in case they did evade the soldiers.

SMASH! The guards broke their door. She held her breath as she heard them scour their house. Abruptly, she felt a little tickling on her nose. She had to sneeze! She plugged her nose hoping it would stop what was sure to happen. She gasped for air. She could not hold it back! “ACHOO!” Her sneeze echoed on the walls of the room. Her mother’s eyes grew wide. She shoved Elisabeth against one of the walls of the cave.

With expert precision, she built a pile of logs around Elisabeth to hide her, and slid in front of the door to await the dark knights. The knights were tapping on the wall listening for a hollow sound. The next moment they swung the door open and seized her mother.

“Looks like she will make a tidy sum at the market, Eh boys?”

They bound her with chains and led her away. Elisabeth was shocked. They did not see her! She leaned harder against the wall trying to disappear.

She heard cheering as a gravelly voice shouted, “Victory is ours men! This is the final house! May this triumph please the king! Take whatever things you desire! Eat everything you want! As a sacrifice to our great god, Tarmesh, we shall burn this house as thanks for our victories! May there be many more!”

Burn?!

The shouting and cheering increased. Elisabeth knew she would have to get out of her house. NOW. She knocked the wood over and grabbed the shovel her mother used to bury the valuables. She rammed it against the wall. After several tries, the wood soon gave way, and she rushed outside.

She collapsed on the cobblestone with a loud smack. Her palms stung, but she ignored it. Immediately, soldiers yelled at her. She would have to make a run for it. Turning toward Mt. Kleapstok, she sprinted to her favorite hiding place. Her brother and she always used it as a clubhouse.

A man’s voice yelled, “Get her, men! I do not care if she is alive or dead!”

A woman’s voice cried out, “Elisabeth! Run! Never look back! Do not forget th-”she abruptly stopped.

A soldier had probably gagged her mother. Soldiers ran behind her set on capturing her. Elisabeth was glad she was the best runner in Tiam. She was the errand girl, so she had a lot of practice. A soldier swiped at her back. Fear urged her on. She ran through woods. What had once seemed like a peaceful place now was like a cold stranger. The soldiers were no where in sight. Just in case, she swerved left and ducked into the hidden cavern. They ran past, and she knew they would never ever find her. She quickly caught her breath.

A metallic noise reverberated. What could it be? Curiosity overcame her fear as she crept over to where the sound came from.

She whispered, “Hello? Anyone there?”

It felt strange talking after being silent all day.

“Who is there, friend or foe?” a gruff voice called out.

A boy jumped out of the darkness holding an incredible sword. He looked dirty and very tired. Elisabeth decided not to question him since she had no weapons. She slowly walked up to him.

“I am a friend, I suppose, my name is Elisabeth. Who are you?”

The boy, sensing she was no threat; he cleared his throat and spoke, but he was still wary of her.

“My name is Lucas. I do not remember much else” he sighed, “something happened and I woke up in a crevice. I stumbled into this cave and now here I am. Do you perhaps have any food?”

Elisabeth told him no, and he frowned. His clothes were worn, but and material of the garment looked expensive. He was probably the fifteen or sixteen-year-old son of a nobleman. He had a strange accent, but Elisabeth decided that noblemen talked like that.

“I do have food in my house, but I am not sure if the knights left yet.” she said uncertainly.

Maybe it was a bad idea to tell him about the food. He could be a thief.

“I will let you have some bread if you hunt for game and pick berries and nuts.” She plugged her nose “Most importantly, take a bath!”

He smiled sheepishly and agreed, practically drooling over her mention of having food. Later, they both trudged toward the village. In the far distance she could see a tiny herd of her people being led to slavery.

“I promise to find you someday, Mother,” she whispered.

They finally reached the ruined village. Her house was now a pile of burned rubble. All her memories were now ashes being blown away. All her family was somewhere either dead or alive.

“What happened here?” Lucas ask

Elisabeth told him all that had happened to her. Her mother’s sacrifice brought tears to her eyes. Why hadn’t she gone instead of her? She started sobbing. Lucas patted her back awkwardly.

“Tis okay Elisabeth, I am sure one day you can find her.” he said nervously.

She nodded her thanks, and they made their way to the houses. She first went to her house. Lucas went off to the other houses to see if they had food. Elisabeth doubted they did. All the soldiers would have taken it.

She stepped over fallen wood and stood at the place where she believed the items were concealed. She took the shovel she had used earlier and dug. She soon found a red blanket. In it, all the treasures were buried. She tenderly took them out, one by one, and looked at them she attached the sword sheath onto her kirtle. The bread was put aside. There was enough to maybe last for two or three weeks. She wrapped all the other belongings in the blanket.

Lucas soon returned with a few jars of jam, two wooden spoons, three bowls, a stew pot, cloth with needles and thread, and some more blankets.

Elisabeth gave him half of a loaf of bread. He ate ravenously, like a starved wolf.

He reached out for another loaf, but she slapped his hand.

“No more bread for you until we find some meat or herbs.” She chided. “This bread will go splendidly with stew.” Elisabeth was a good cook. Her mother had worked as a castle cook before she had married Elisabeth’s father. Naturally, Elisabeth had learned a lot from her.

“So, tell me more about yourself.” she said, “Who is your family?”

Lucas looked around tensely.

“Well there is not much to say. As I said, I do not remember much about what happened before finding myself in the fissure.” He seemed guilty about something. Elisabeth looked at him skeptically. He got up suddenly.

“Well, I suppose that I should go out and try to find some meat and herbs.” Elisabeth stopped him.

“Have you any weapons to hunt?” she asked. Lucas shook his head. She handed him the bow and arrows from her red blanket sack.

“Then take my bow and arrows. I trust you shall return them?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

He nodded and agreed to meet her in the cave.

“Remember to take a bath!” she added.

Elisabeth looked around her village for several hours remembering the people who had once occupied them. Old Man Gluhderhum had lived in a run down hut at the end of their town. He was quite strange, but he had always been kind to her mother. Her mother had never told her why the elderly gentleman enjoyed their company, but Elisabeth suspected that they had known each other since her mother was a child. She hoped he was safe. Was he going to be able to stand the long trek to Galamia? There was also the chalet of the Randot family. The mother had just had baby! Were they okay? Their father had left with her father to try to fend off the Galamians.

Father. She hoped he had somehow survived. She did not usually see him. Mostly it was because he was always at war. As the general, he was expected to be away from his home very often. He had been away more lately because of the disappearance of Jared. He had been ten years older than her. Starting to climb up the ladder of success, he had suddenly disappeared in action. Her dear older brother would have been twenty-four. When her father had come back with the news, she felt as if a part of her was gone. Whenever Jared came home, he would always swing a giggling Elisabeth onto his back. Once, he given her a little heart shaped silver necklace. Her mother thought that it was too luxurious for a little girl like her.

Jared had said, “Come now, mother! Dizzy Lizzy is a big girl now! She is very accountable! She also needs something to remind her of her very generous brother!”

He turned to her, “Am I correct, Dizzy?”

Jared had always called her Dizzy Lizzy. Elisabeth had nodded as solemnly as a stoic judge and then had hugged him. Her mother had laughed and allowed for him to present her with the necklace. She fingered the cool metal and smiled as she remembered him putting it around her neck.

“Oh Jared” she whispered, “You would have known what to do!” It was pointless wishing for him for he could not come rushing in riding his trusty mare and swoop her up then take her to their mother. It was just a dream, a silly dream at that.

She went in all of the houses selecting various bits and pieces of what they would need. Surprisingly, the soldiers had not been feeling too covetous of their things. I suppose that is to be anticipated she mused sarcastically the Galamians do not want to lay a hand on the poisonous Malave property. She picked up a little doll from a table in a house. It was the doll of a little girl Seriti who was only six years old. Elisabeth tucked it in the pouch of her kirtle. Her red blanket was crammed with all kinds of supplies. Well, I suppose I should head back to the cave and wait for Lucas.

Who was he, anyway? He had seemed very uncomfortable when she asked him who he was. Hopefully time would tell.

Night approached like a swift gazelle. She looked out the cave. The sun was setting. She wished she owned a flint. A fire would be heavenly. They could not cook without a fire! Maybe Lucas owned one. Most boys around his age were trusted, though warily, with flints. Elisabeth picked up the material Lucas had found. Maybe she could make outfits for Lucas. Elisabeth had found two dresses about her size in the village. They belonged to her best friend, Mardianna, who had the violet eyes just like Elisabeth. Their eyes were a murky violet that looked like a combination of violet and cloudy silver, but when they were angry or really happy, their eyes shone. Unlike Elisabeth’s silky mouse brown hair, Mardianna had long flaxen tresses. She had been an exceptional singer. Mardianna’s voice sounded like a million beautiful songbirds singing in unison. Elisabeth, however, sounded like a drowned screeching cat. They had been taunted by the other girls on their street for most girls from Malave had blue eyes. Mardianna and Elisabeth were taunted and teased by all the older girls. They were told they were ugly, worthless, filth, strange, mutations, and that they would never be accepted. Mardianna and Elisabeth bore each other’s burdens and they became like sisters. Elisabeth was resolute to find and rescue Mardi, as she nicknamed her, and her own mother.

Lucas was astonished at the precision of the arrows. He was never very good at archery. Give him a sword, though, and you had better watch your back. He had already caught a rabbit. Poor creature he thought it is so beautiful. Lucas had always been teased for his love of animals. He hated shooting beautiful creatures, but bread had been at the top of his wishes. If only he could find a way home. The way that girl, what was her name? Elisabeth. The way she had talked about the Galamians was filled with hatred and revenge. It was quite scary. Lucas decided to stay on her good side. He hoped she was a good cook. Not eating a well prepared meal for a week made even hardened bread look heavenly. Maybe he could just snag a meal then leave her by herself. Lucas sighed. As a knight it was not good to leave a damsel defenseless. But he had to find his way back home! The country surrounding him looked very unfamiliar. Even if he was not allowed back home, he could at least be somewhere that was familiar. Maybe Elisabeth can show me how to get back home, he thought.

Ahead of him was a waterfall. It was about ten meters tall! He took a step backwards to drink in the beauty of the magnificent natural wonder. Snap! A sharp pain shot up his left leg.

“Ahhhh!” he yelped.

A metal trap of some sort had sprung on his ankle. He desperately tried to eradicate it from his bleeding ankle. Unfortunately his strength could not unlock the snare. The sight of his blood was nauseating. How could he get the trap off? Red liquid was pooled around him. Help me! he thought and fainted.

Elisabeth was arranging her things when she saw a little radiance from the back of the cave. What could it be? She thought. She did not have any lamps because the soldiers had taken all the lamps from the village. She turned to the second cave behind the primary cave which was to be her own “room”. Her red blanket was glowing! She threw aside the cloth. “Augh!” she cried. The light was blinding. Soon, her eyes adjusted, and she saw that the stone tablet was the culprit. She picked it up. Just as quickly as it had lit up, it dimmed. A map appeared on it. It showed a drawing of all of Tiam. A little pulsing remaining light stayed. It was near Opniul Falls right next to the Realhorse Forest. What could it mean? Slowly, words appeared under the tablet. It said “Help Lucas.”

“Help Lucas?” she asked, “What is happening?”

Something crimson seeped through the tablet filling in the word etchings. She examined it closely. It was….What? Could it be? It was blood! She took her sword and ran outside.

“Guide me, tablet.” she whispered.

Bewildered, she went out into the forest. What could be wrong? Was he dead? Or maybe he was stealing her bow and arrows? No, the tablet would have said “Catch Lucas.” Why was she going out to help him anyway? He was a stranger! A mysterious stranger, at that, and why was the tablet etching things on itself? A quiet voice echoed in her head. He is a human being, just like you. And he is in need of help.

It was getting darker outside quickly. How would she able to see as soon as the sun set?

“I wish I had some light,” she muttered.

The tablet started lighting up. Wow. Jared had once told her that these weapons were incredible, but she had not thought that the tablet was this incredible! They had once been presented to her great-great-great grandfather by the king when all of the land had been in unity. She was near the Realhorse Forest. Where was Lucas? She walked to the waterfall. There he was! She jogged up to him.

“Lucas! Can you hear me?”

She looked at his leg. It was surrounded by blood. She lifted up his head. It was pale and cold. His sandy hair was stringy and plastered to his head. She crawled to his legs. An animal trap was crushing his ankle. She felt around until she found the button. Spring! The snare that had crushed Lucas’s ankle yet also acted as a tourniquet released its prey. Blood started pouring out, covering her hands.

“Oh no, what do I do know?” she cried.

Carefully, she lifted his foot and wrapped up his ankle in her torn apron. It was useless. His breathing was shallow and weak. She picked up the tablet. The map had changed to an illustration of her sword. She lifted up the sword and mindlessly set it on Lucas’s foot. Something whined behind her. She spun around. A small dog was behind her with a fearful expression. His ears were laid back and he was whimpering.

“Come here, little man. Everything is fine.” She paused and glanced back at Lucas “I hope.” It limped over to her.

“Oh no!” she cooed,” Are you hurt? Oh come here, I shan’t hurt you!”

A bright flash lit up the grass.

“Lucas?” She turned around.

He was on the grass looking around with wide blue eyes.

“A-are you an angel?” he asked.

Elisabeth laughed. His eyes must have not cleared up yet.

“No, silly. ’Tis me. What happened?” she asked.

Lucas shook his head as if shaking away the cobwebs in his brain and shrugged. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

They sat in silence for several minutes each mulling over their own thoughts.

“Who is the little scamp?” Lucas asked pointing his chin toward the bundle of fur cowering against Elisabeth.

Elisabeth told him about the poor dog.

“Hand him to me, I might be able to see what is wrong.”

She tenderly lifted up the puppy and passed it to him. He quickly examined him. A terrible scrape was on his tender paw. Elisabeth gasped and petted him. Lucas ripped a portion of his shirt and wrapped it around the dog’s foot. This reminded Elisabeth that she needed to sew some clothes for him and maybe an apron for herself. Lucas set the dog on the grass. The pup gingerly placed his hurt paw on the ground and walked over to Elisabeth. With his tiny pink tongue, it covered her hand with slobbery doggie kisses. She picked him up and kissed his black button nose.

“I think I’d be correct to say he likes you!” Lucas laughed.

They wondered about what to name him. Elisabeth liked the name Patches, but Lucas said it was too common.

“How about we name him Baby?” she asked.

Lucas rolled his eyes. How girly! he thought. However, the puppy did look like a baby; not only did it have adorable black eyes; it also was being cradled like a baby in her arms. Elisabeth looked over at Lucas.

“By the look on your face, it is easy to conclude you hate the name.” She tapped her chin and handed him to Lucas.

“I believe you should name him. After all, he is a boy.”

She got up, picked up her sword and looked down at him. Lucas rubbed the puppy’s round belly.

“I do not know what to call him. Give me some time, I will think of a suitable name.” He got up and followed Elisabeth out of the forest. Her slender form was weaving between the trees like a ghost. He looked at his leg. It was as if he had never hurt his ankle. What had happened?

“Hurry up, sluggard!” she called.

Lucas shouted back, “You try walking fast while holding a delicate creature!” The dog looked up at him with loving eyes. “I know what I shall name you, pup. Someday, you will be as strong as a wolf and as brave as a lion.” The animal yawned and fell asleep. “You will also be the knight I never was.” Elisabeth slowed to let Lucas catch up to her.

“I came up with a name for him.” he whispered.

“And what, may I ask, have you christened him?” she answered with mock importance.

“Shhhh! Do not wake him! I named him Knight.” Elisabeth looked puzzled. “Why on earth would you name a white and tan dog Night? If he was black, however, that would surely be-”

Lucas interrupted, “I said Knight with a k!”

Elisabeth looked amused. “I presume you have many expectations for the little man.” she laughed. Lucas sighed. Girls, why did they never understand? It was quite dark when they reached the cave.

“Why did you not light a fire?” he asked. She put her hands on her hips.

“In case you have not noticed, I am a girl. Only boys are allowed to own flints in Tiam.” she sighed. Boys, why are they not capable of being more aware of their surroundings? Lucas stepped outside where the moonlight illuminated his bright eyes; he was going to gather tinder and rocks for the fire.

“Do not step in any leaf piles! It is most likely they will contain a trap! I am in no mood to try to find you again!” she yelled.

“Thank you for reminding me, Oh wise one!” he answered sarcastically.

“You should be thankful I rescued your ungrateful skin!” she hollered back. “He is a thorn in the flesh if you ask me, Knighty.” she huffed.

“I heard that!” he yelled.

“You really need to have your ears cut off!” she countered. Lucas did not answer. He was probably out of hearing range or he thought what she had said was not worth responding to. She sat down next to Knight. “He acts so much like Jared did, a silly boy. I wish you could have met Jared, Nighty-Knight,” she sighed.

It was a full moon and it reminded her of one of the last days she had with Jared. The fireflies had flown everywhere as they sat on a hammock. Jared had captures several of the little bugs in a jar and had used it as a lamp for them. She smiled as she remembered him holding her hand… “Dizzy, you know how mother and father always talk about the Prince of Peace and religious things? They told us how to have eternal life and told us of a Savior, who loved me, you, and all of mankind enough to die, for us! He suffered a cruel agonizing death to give us a way, a way to Heaven. He was a perfect person, The King’s own Son! I accepted him as my King. He was dead for three days, and then he rose again! Is that not amazing? My friends and I talked about it before we went out to the battlefield, and I accepted Him as my King and Lord. I hope that one day, you shall too.”

Elisabeth had laughed at him. She regretted it now. He had such a love in his eyes. Elisabeth wanted to learn more, get to know The Prince of Peace personally, to know Him as Jared did. Her mother and father had believed the Savior and had trusted Him with all their hearts since they were children. They prayed often together and soon Jared had joined them regularly.

“Please. Help me,” she whispered.

Nothing changed. No huge light from the sky or an angel appearing. But a small voice whispered to her soul that everything would be okay.

Why had The King let her mother and brother be taken from her? Why did He leave her alone and uncertain about the future? Why had the Savior let her mother and brother be taken from her? Why did He leave her alone and uncertain about the future?

“Prince of Peace, if You really exist, please give me someone to help me find my family. I do not want to be an orphan.” she held back tears. She curled up with Knight and waited for Lucas to return. Not a thing moved, and for the first time of the day there was silence. The cries of people being captured screamed in her mind. People in shackles, stretched across in a somber procession begged her to free them. She held a ring of keys in her hand. No matter how hard she tried, she could not move to help them. Finally, she prayed for help. Strong arms lifted her up and took her to the people. She tried her key on the first person, but it did not work! She turned around. The strong arms that had been carrying her belonged to a man with deep scars on his hands. He held out the key in his hand. Elisabeth hesitated, not knowing how to react.

“Come child” He said “Take the key and free your people. You must trust and obey.”

Elisabeth nodded and with a trembling hand, took the key from his warm hand. Once she took the key, courage strengthened her. She bent down to unlock a person’s chains. The key fit!

“Elisabeth, wake up! Knight is missing! Wake up!”

Elisabeth pried her eyes open. What a strange dream! Soon, Lucas’s words hit her.

“Knight? Is he not here?” she looked around with wide eyes already planning a search and rescue plan.

Lucas stood in the middle of the room holding Knight. He smirked at her.

“Works every time.” he said.

“Argh! You- you pig brain! You scared me to death! Do not dare try anything like that again! Why are you so mean? I-”

“Are you finished yet?” he asked impatiently.

“It would most benefit you if you kept your mouth shut. Do you want bread or not?” she retorted.

Lucas immediately straightened up. “I am sorry. May I have some bread now?” he asked.

She inwardly clapped. Finally! A way to make Lucas to do my bidding!

Now, Elisabeth by no means wanted to use this harshly.

“I shall go fetch some water from the stream near the waterfall. You start a fire and keep an eye on Knight. I shall be back as soon as I can.” she said.

“And how do you plan to do that?” he asked “Tis pitch black outside!”

Elisabeth held up the tablet. “I shall use this!” she said. She leaned over the tablet.

“Light, please.” she whispered.

The tablet started glowing again. Lucas’s eyes enlarged. “H-how did you do that?” he sputtered.

Elisabeth smiled and headed out into the dark. Even she did not know how it happened, but it did. She wondered if it had anything to with a tiny inscription on the top of the tablet. “Agnus Dei Qui Tollis Peccata Mundi.”

What could it mean?

Lucas took several fist sized rocks and arranged them in a ring where the fire would be. A little problem he had developed from wandering alone was talking to himself, and now that Elisabeth was gone, it was back.

“Great. The girl has found a point to toy with me. Why is she so devious? Well, I suppose she is not too bad. She did save my life. But maybe she just wanted someone to protect her from those knights of hers?”

His trusty flint easily started the fire. Light flickered across the walls of the cave. With light, he could scout out the cavern.

The grotto he was in was made of a reddish rock with brown stripes in it. The cave was shaped like a rounded diamond. The merry fire was a bit off right of the heart of the cave. He saw that there was a crack at the back of the cave. If he was not looking closely he would not have seen it. Taking a log from the fire to act as a torch, he walked to the break and slipped in. There was Elisabeth’s red blanket with all the objects inside, including the bread. Lucas shook his head, trying to shake off the temptation whispering in his ear. The compartment was an exact circle about the size for two men to squeeze in. There were drawings all over the ramparts. Whoever drew them was a very good artist. He saw a picture of a young girl with a young man about his age. He saw a huge dog, knights, a family, and three young men on magnificent snorting Arabian stallions. There was also detailed sketch of a necklace. It was in the shape of a heart with flower and vine carvings across the left side. He examined the picture of the family. The girl being held in the arms of the young man looked very familiar.

“What are you doing in here?!” a female voice demanded.

Lucas turned around. Elisabeth was standing in front of him with fury written all across her face.

"Well, I was just looking around the cave and I saw this nook. Who drew those pictures?” he asked.

Elisabeth’s striking violet eyes glanced at the pictures.

“Tis of no concern to you.” she said coldly as she shoved him out.

Why was she so mad? He turned to speak to her. He saw a glimmer in her eye. A lonely tear slipped down her pale cheek.

“What is wrong? Did I do something wrong?” he said softly to himself. Elisabeth heard him and quietly answered, “My brother and me drew those pictures together before he disappeared in battle. He was the only person other than my best friend who really understood me. My father was a general and expected my brother to someday be a commanding officer as valiant as himself….” she trailed off as she wiped her sleeve across her eyes.

“My brother detested killing people. He often resented my father, and they were bitter enemies. They also did not agree on religion. One day when they were preparing for battle, my brother accepted the Prince of Peace as his Savior, someone who was one with The King and yet also a man. My whole family sensed his change. He was helpful to my mother, reconciled with my father, and he was more loving toward me. Many townsfolk started calling him Helpful Harry, though Harry is not his name.” she sighed then continued, “Soon he was off again fighting the Galamians. My father came back all alone. He had disappeared. He might have been killed, or knocked unconscious, or been taken captive. No one knows. My father and my mother are now gone. If I do not find them, I will be an orphan.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I do not have a clue about what to do next. My mother is somewhere in Galamia trudging towards slavery. I do not know where my father or brother is. They might as well be dead.” she looked down at her hands and was silent.

Lucas thought for a moment and said, “What about that tablet of yours? Can it not help you? Just ask it to tell you where your family is and what happened to them!”

Elisabeth told him that she had when she was getting water. However, the tablet remained still. No light, no map, and no pictures.

Lucas hesitated. He knew that the capital of Galamia had a huge black market of slave auctioning, but he had no idea how to get there! Maybe the tablet would help? He thought for a minute. Why should he even help this girl? She was nothing of his concern. Yet, she had saved him from certain death. He was nothing of her concern, and she had helped him even if she did not know who he was. He took a deep breath.

“I can help you. I do not know how to get there. Your mother has probably been taken to Galamia’s capital, Marquetta. It is known for its slave trade. I cannot promise that anything will be safe. I can do my best to keep us away from danger. I will try to help you find your mother. If I do, I ask that I may use your tablet to help guide me to my home.” he said.

Elisabeth smiled at him gratefully, but there was still doubt in her heart.

“What if we do not?” she asked meekly.

Lucas turned to her and grabbed her shoulders. “If we do not, I shall not return to my family. I will do my best to track down someone who is of your family.” He turned around and walked to the fire. “If that also fails, I will take you somewhere safe. I will not let anything happen to you, just like you did not let anything happen to me. Is that a deal?” he asked.

Elisabeth nodded and thanked him.

Elisabeth cooked a flavorsome meal for them, and they both ate until they were full. Elisabeth even cooked some meat separately for Knight. Elisabeth and Lucas walked back to the village to return some of the supplies they would not be able to use during their trip. Elisabeth wrapped up in some blankets in her little cave, and Lucas with Knight slept near the entrance of the cave, close to the waning fire. They both dreamed of the glorious adventure ahead of them.

2 comments:

Araken said...

OMG I love it! I wanna read more!!! That is really imaginative and I am wishing I had thought of the tablet thing first!

But keep on the alert for the following:

mistaking similar words: I noticed you used 'know' for 'now'.

And just make sure you hyphenate words that are supposed to be hyphenated.

Ciao!

A Girl of Many Colors! said...

Thank you! Goshness, I hadn't caught those.

Hyphenated? I couldn't see any. Could you please give me an example?

Again, thank ya for reading it!

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