Hi! It’s me again, back with another chapter. I hoped you liked the last one. :)
2 : a few bits of background before this story continues…
Nearing fall, the community was abundantly full of the products of the harvest. A year’s nonstop and incessant care and tending was paying off. The village was basically beautiful hamlets over carefully tended fields surrounded by Jungle. Overall, the feeling was wonderfully opulent. Save the dreary air about the peoples of this perfect village. What was there to be afraid of or even sad about at a time like this? What could possibly be the matter at all? Nobody talked about them… The ravenous, somber, beasts that inhabited the darkest and most inscrutable parts of the myriad of trees stretching out from all sides of the majestic mountains. Those flitting beasts that you didn’t see. That you didn’t hear. That you only felt. At their most benign, they were ostentatious little creatures, who would pinch horrible little pinches, and made objects so displaced that it would be an eccentric waste of time and energy to retrieve them. They took away everything that was not needed. Everything.. Everyone, too. They used everything that was not put to use by they’re surroundings. One might be horrified by such an atrocity, but they were a part of life for the people of the Jungle.
lol, I was feeling a little morbid when I wrote this.
By the way, the words in bold are spelling words that I’m sneaking into my posts. :P
Tatiana (As a newborn, crawled out of the jungle. Adopted by the whole community.)
Xavier (About 14)
King Iso (Ruled as long as anybody can remember.)
Raul (pronounced Ra U l)
1: the first chapter in a story in which amazing and unexpected things happen.
Xavier took the knife boldly in one hand as he mutely cut the first stroke. His thoughts consisted of this: At some point, this will be a fish-looking thing, maybe… This blasted wood is impenetrable! The knife obviously wasn’t cutting. “I have gotten a piece of steel, sharpened it, twice, and fitted it a handle, and for what? I can’t believe I did all that in vain! I mustassert myself over this stupid chunk of wood.” He grumbled to himself. “Whatcha doing?” A voice behind him questioned. Xavier turned to see Tatiana sitting on a tree stump, looking at him utterly un-oppressively. “Trying to carve a fish out of an inexplicably hard wood, with an extremely dull knife. You?” He replied. “Watching a boy try to make a piece of a very old oak look something like a fish, while he tries to carve it with the wrong side of a knife that is the wrong shape and metal for the wood.” She cast a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. A sarcastic smile played on his lips. “Ok, fine then. Got something better?” She raised her eyebrows furtively. “Surely you know me, don’t you?” She took a gorgeous blade out of her leather satchel. “Give me that,” She said. The knife slid through the wood, crafting a perfect ridge with hardly any effort. “Geez,” Xavier said, “I’d ask how you knew all that, but I know you wouldn’t tell me.” She laughed, and said, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, I’m an amazing oddity, that’s how I learned.” Then, without warning, Tatiana’s eyes went wide. She screamed. Then, dropping the knife, ran. “Crazy girl.” Xavier said, and went back to his newly evaluated carving. Clouds showed an impending storm, he noted. He finished carving the wood quickly with Tatiana’s knife. Xavier turned to head back.
He saw it, but never heard it. Something not quite human.