Chapter 1.
Walking in the forest by the town of Faith was a young girl. She kept her hand on the hilt of a sheathed sword tied to her side. The girl paid no mind to any of the beauty of the forest around her. She came to a stop near two trees to rest. A voice stopped her in her tracks when she was about to continue.
“Hello, Miss?” Someone said. Behind her stood a short, portly man with dark eyes, and black buzz cut hair. With a small colourful bag was tied to his right arm.
“Hello,” she replied politely.
“Excuse me, Ma’am, but are you lost? You’ve been wandering around a lot,” he asked.
“No, Sir. Thank you for your concern.” She flashed a smile and turned from him.
“Wait!” He said.
She did and sighed turning back to him.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Taralyn, but I prefer Tara,” she answered. “Now what is your name?”
The man raised his chin proudly and said: “My name is Farsto the second."
"Farsto?"
"Yep. My father loved the name. So he gave it to me," he explained while untying two strings on his arm bag. He reached into the bag to pull out a rag but something else came out and fell to the ground before he could catch it. A dagger! Automatically she slid her sword halfway out of the sheath.
Her heart thumped seeing it.
"Why do you have that?"
Farsto grinned picking it up.
"Probably the same reason you have that. For my safety," he assured. When he had leaned down a piece of paper fell from the bag.
"Oh, you dropped something." Tara picked it up and stared at a seal on the paper. The seal was a light purple G in a circle of intertwined vines. The G meant 'Garnello' which was bad. For her anyway.
Farsto let out a yelp and snatched it from her hand.
"You're here to capture me aren't you? My father sent you!" Tara pulled her sword all the way out of its sheath.
"I guess since my cover is already blown... Yes, your father wants you home."
"So, I am not going home."
Farsto shrugged and pointed his dagger at her.
"I was sent by your father and he is expecting me to bring you back. I intend to do that."
"You'll have to fight me first."
"What ever you want," Farsto snarled. Farsto lunged first. Tara lifted the heavy sword with some strain. She used to never be able to lift it at all. The dagger made contact with the blade of her sword. She ducked as he swung again. To add to the weight of the sword, she also didn’t know how to use it right. So she went by the adrenaline that rushed through her body. Despite her swing the only strike that made contact was on Farsto’s arm. Blood barely surfaced from the wound. Tara lunged ahead and he moved out of the way. As Tara stumbled to gain her balance he took the chance to shove her against a tree. All the breath was knocked out of her lungs and her head slammed hard against the tree. She slid down, blood trickling from her head as her surroundings became dark.
“Uh oh." Farsto gulped, “Don’t tell me I killed her!”
Through slitted eyes Tara’s last sights before passing out were Farsto putting his dagger away then running off.
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