Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
All right. Here is chapter 4. It's going to take longer to post because this is the 'meet new characters' and 'rewrite all of me' chapter. Basically, this chapter is a royal mess right now.
Okay, so the first scene was actually from chapter 3, but chapter 3 was so long, I moved it.
Chapter 4: How Far
While the sun waxing in the sky cast its rays of light upon the glassy clouds, Creiha lay in the darkening room above Arillo’s house, staring up at the ceiling and sinking into boredom like an overwound spindle. Even as the sun retreated behind the mountains and moon emerged, Creiha could not sleep. Her arms folded behind her head, she watched the wind comb through the strings of beads on the ceiling. The strings bent to the wind’s prevailing stream, jingling dully in the room. Merciful sleep began to coil itself around Creiha when Markus trudged up the stairway and into another room, collapsing on a creaky cot nearby. Creiha stiffened and waited to hear Strick follow, but no sound reached her ears. After waiting another few minutes to ensure Markus was asleep, Creiha rose from her cot and sidled down the stairs, peering into the wreck of Arillo’s first floor. Strick wasn’t in the house either.
Sighing, Creiha picked her way through the debris littering the floor until she stood before the window; she gazed out in the darkness. The valley was still as the matte sky, only the hushed rustle of grass brushing Creiha’s hearing.
Only then did Creiha notice the ruffling sound of pages behind her; she glanced back to see the book she had found earlier today lying open on the ground. She strode over to the book and knelt beside it, lifting it in her arms and allowing the pages to fly by.
Turning her face towards the open front door, Creiha stood and slid the book into the folds of her cloak, walking towards the door and slipping from the house quietly.
She slowed as she neared the tree line. A faint and scattered moonlight glinted upon the canopy of silver leaves above. Fascinated, she pressed on, regarding the forest with a note of awe. A smile had edged its way across her moonlit face when she tripped on a log, falling face first into the mud.
“Ah!” Creiha kicked the log angrily, but her foot sank into the rotting wood. She screeched and tried to step out of the log, but her foot was caught. Wrinkling her nose, she plunged her other foot into it and then lifted both feet out. Creiha glared at the log, resisting the urge to kick it again. Her fascinated trance broken, Creiha marched on and slid down a pile of leaves and into a small clearing. When she finally stood, she ran fingers through her hair vigorously, leaves falling at her feet. Then she saw Strick.
“What are you doing?” Strick asked, an infuriating note of amusement in his voice.
Creiha scowled at him and stomped out of the leaf pile, disgruntled, “I have been falling in logs and sliding down leaf piles looking for you!” she whispered hoarsely.
“Impressive.”
Creiha exhaled. “So, what are you doing?” she asked, moving to stand beside him.
“Nothing in particular.” He didn’t turn his face to look at her.
Creiha bit her lower lip and stared at the forest floor. “Oh.”
“And what are you doing in the middle of the forest?”
Shrugging, Creiha muttered, “Searching for you, I suppose.”
“And why is that?” Strick asked, lifting his head reluctantly. He glimpsed the book which was nearly hanging out of Creiha’s cloak “Creiha,” he addressed her impatiently, “You won’t understand anything in that book.”
Creiha glanced at the book and then at Strick, irritated. “Sorry,” she muttered, “but you sure aren’t going to tell me anything unless I leave my home forever.” Bitterness stagnated like a sour taste in her mouth when she swallowed.
“Creiha.” Strick drew in a deep breath, his face lined with weariness in the shade. “Markus and I are held to secrecy. I won’t force you into anything; you should be allowed to choose whether you want this life.”
“I’m not afraid of pain, Strick,” Creiha whispered, almost feeling the regret she sensed in Strick’s voice.
“Just like you never scream?”
Creiha frowned, “That’s different!” she protested.
“Of course it is.”
“Well, I certainly don’t think it is fair of you not to tell me what danger I may be in if I do follow you!” Creiha pressed. Loneliness swept through Creiha when she realized exactly how alone she was: her entire life remained in Sray-Valom and here she was – in a land she did not know with two mysterious men who were deeply involved in something Creiha could not comprehend.
“It’s a long story I can’t tell you, Creiha.”
Creiha scowled and fought angry tears when she shouted, “I’m tired of all this secrecy. Fine. I’ll go with you if that is what it takes. Yes, I will go with you!” she yelled, “I will follow you to your death, Strick. I will! I’ll even die with you if–”
“Don’t say that!” Strick interrupted, a terrified look crossing his face and his eyes flashing with an emotion Creiha could not read, “Creiha, please don’t say that. I’m begging you, never wish to follow me that far!”
Creiha nodded with wide eyes at his unexpected reaction. Swallowing hard, she whispered “All right.”
Strick did not respond for a moment. He just stared at the ground bizarre interest. An unspoken fear lingered in his eyes; a frightened dread etched in his features as if some terrible fate loomed before his very gaze. “These decisions are not to be taken lightly, Creiha.”
Creiha lowered her eyes.
Sighing, Strick turned to her. “We should return to Arillo’s house– preferably without falling,” he said, a hint of a crooked smile playing upon his features. He stretched one hand out towards her.
Creiha smiled weakly, and took his hand, allowing him to help her up. “Maybe it will be lighter in Arillo’s house,” she remarked with an encouraging smile.
Strick did not reply.
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Notes: Is the humorous part with Creiha a little too much? Also, I have cut tons of dialogue from the original of this, so if you see any awkward dialogue, please tell me. Sometimes cutting dialogue can prove problematic. Do you think this is all right for the beginning of chapter 4 or should I move it back to end of chapter 3? All crits and comments welcomed. Thanks!
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