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Ch 1 Part 5 A Difficult Decision It seemed that either their attacker had not followed them, or he had decided against killing them. Figuring that most assassins didn't tend to give up so easily, Beall remained jumpy and alert for the rest of the day, but he saw no signs of being watched, or hunted, or whatever that insane monstre was up to. That night was a restless one for him. When the sun came up he decided that he wanted to sleep in a bed very badly, meaning that they where to begin heading for town once again. It wouldn't take nearly as long, seeing as they had made most of the journey yesterday, but that was on horse back, and on a c

Ch. 1 Part 4 An Unpleasant Surprise The next day found the two on the road to the nearest town. The girl, riding on the wide back of a gentle looking work horse, had still not spoken a word and barely responded to the woodsman's questions or anything else he said. He had tried to get her name, telling her that he was Beall Grosvenor. She didn't show any outward reaction, and He informed her tiredly that she was making it harder for the both of them. This statement caused her to award him with a slow blink. Looking up at her now, bobbing sleepily to the horses pace, Beall decided that she didn't look quite so pale as she had before, and, lik

Ch. 1 Part 3 Friends and Foes She woke slowly eyes focusing uncertainly on the slanting ceiling above her. She heard a door swing shut and sat up. Looking about with wide eyes she caught sight of the large man on the other side of the room. She huddled over on the far side of the bed she was on watching him warily. “Good morning, tout petit 1 ” he said cheerfully “how are you this fine day?” Her heart started to pound. At first she had been merely wary it was bad enough that he was a stranger, but this man was a Norman! He was not to be trusted2! Her fear must have shown on her face, for he went on in a soothing voice, &

Ch. 1 Part 2 Help A woodsman was making his way home with his fresh caught meal when his foot caught on something and he nearly fell. He looked “Aw, horse manure.” Lying there was a small girl smeared with blood and ash and dirt. He bent down and held his hand over her mouth, she was breathing. “Horse manure.” He stood up again and looked for some one, any one, that could help this girl. There was no one, except for him. “Horse manure!” He picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. She moaned softly. Rearranging his things to carry with greater ease he stalked of towards his home. “Horse manure! Horse

Spider There is a spider in my bag of chips, so what should I do now? I want to grab one of those chips, the question now is how? I try to go over it but my hand does swerve I really cannot touch it, I fear I've lost my nerve. So I crush that bag with it and throw it to the floor then, cautious, peek inside of it I don't want chips any more. : (

Ch.1 Part 1 Do Not Cry She was running. Crashing through bushes, stumbling and then dragging herself on. The horrendous images of that night branded into her memory, and his words beating in her ears. That's right! Run away and cry little girl! I'll find you! Your own tears will lead me to you! She rubbed fiercely at her eyes which stung painfully with tears she held back. What ever she did, she mustn't cry. If she did he would find her. She stumbled and law there, gasping for breath as darkness filled her vision. Don't cry, she thought to herself, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...