Nathaniel...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote it for school, it's too long... I think that fact is just messed up...

Submitted: April 20, 2011

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Something moves up ahead and my head jerks in that direction, between me and the lost city’s ruins, a boar looks at me and with a twist of my wrist I release my first dagger into my palm. I toss it at the pig and jammed between its eyes before collapsing. I walk up and pull my dagger free from its limp form before pulling the thing up and hauling it through the woods back the way I came. I stop at the river and start to gut the dead boar. When I look down at the water, I see a reflection of myself—blood stains on top of bruises and dirt, way too skinny—before another reflection catches my focus, a wolf. I raise my head toward the opposite bank, eyes going wide. Shifter, I think, the same one as this morning. A growl ripping from its throat freezes me, but another from behind halts my thoughts along with it. While I’m scarcely breathing, the one in front of me jumps across the river, just to my right. He, because he was most defiantly a he, nudges my head before looking off behind me. As another growl resonates out of his throat, he steps forward and lowers his head. Paws hitting the ground and leaves rustling can be heard as the one behind me bounds away.
I turn my head but when brown eyes meet the gold of the shifter, my guard falls and my breath comes back in a rush. It was stupid; I knew, to be at ease around a wolf, but something about him, just something… He nudges my shoulder and I come out of my thoughts and remember that I needed to finish cleaning the pig—still limp in front of me. I turn away from the wolf—another stupid thing to do—and got back to cleaning the animal, until I am finally left with the meat. I look over at where the shifter had been, but nothing, not even the bones that I had tossed aside, were there. Saved me clean up at the very least. I washed the blood from my hands and hauled back to my sister and my hut, stopping to grab some of the wood I had chopped yesterday. I go inside and start the fire, ignoring Kaylee’s whining.
Cooked, I give the majority of the meat to Kaylee and keep the rest for myself. Inhaling my portion before Kaylee could ask for more, I head back out the door to search for fruit. Stopping below a tree with just a couple of apples that looked okay, I started to climb upwards and grab the apples. A couple limbs down from where I had gotten the apples, the branch snaps and I tumble with it to the forest floor—landing on a stick that was plunged into the dirt. I feel a sharp pain in my side but stand anyway. I pick up my fallen apples and start to munch on one as I drag my body home. I glance at my side to see the stick coming out of my clothes between my ribs and hipbone; I try to ignore it, knowing it would be stupid to pull it out now. I’m in the forest with food and predators. Stopping now would be suicide.
Lightheaded, I slump against the wall in the hut; I toss Kaylee the other apple before sliding the rest of the way down the wall. I grab the extra cloth that I kept just for this reason, and I give the stick an experimental tug. Before I could stop it, a whimper passes through my clenched teeth. I grit my teeth and yank, the stick comes free. I press the cloth to the wound and shut my eyes. I shift before looking at the wound, my blood is starting to slow and I bind it in the cloth I have. My hands shake as I lower myself down onto the floor, my eyes slip closed as my mind succumbs to the loss of blood.
“Girl! Get the door!” Kaylee yells, rousing me from my unwilling slumber.
“D*mn it!” I mutter under my breath before looking up. “Hello and you are?” I say to the stranger standing outside my door. I keep my eyes away from his face until I finish inspecting his clothes; they were new looking and clean. I look up to his face, round with shaggy brown hair; his eyes were gold, wolf eyes. I scarcely notice the gold band set around his head. My heart beats fast—they were the eyes from the wolf from this morning.
“I see you recognize me, may I come in?” his voice rumbles through the distance, seeming to settle deep inside me. I step away from the doorway and he steps through.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to our guest?” my sister asks, effectively breaking the spell.
“Oh, um, yes, Kaylee, this is…” I trail off to let him fill in the blank.
“Oh, sorry, I’m Nathaniel, Werewolf,” he tells her.
“Well, Nathaniel, this is Kaylee, human, and my sister,” I tell him.
“What about you?” he asks only to be answered by Kaylee’s laughter. “What? I was serious you know.”
“She, ha, does, ha, doesn’t, ha-ha, have, ha-ha-ha, a name, he-he, ha-ha,” Kaylee manages through her laughter at my namelessness.
“But everyone has a name,” he says, eyebrows scrunched together. I shake my head when he looks at me. “Why don’t you?” he asks me.
“She isn’t good enough to have one, our parents said so themselves before they died, God rest their souls,” she states with no empathy towards me. His eyes go wide and his face seems to get angry but before I can be sure, my side flares and I fall onto one knee. Hands clutching my wound, I close my eyes and let my mouth open in a silent scream. The pain flares more and I fall to the floor. A warm hand meets my cheek and the pain either fades or I start to adjust to it. My mouth closes and my eyes open. Nathaniel was kneeling by my form; it was his hand on my cheek. My body relaxes and words flow by themselves.
“‘If my heart swells, I will be in love—or in need of heart surgery—I wonder what will happen first.’ I always said that it would be surgery, but now? I wonder,” I whisper before closing my eyes to darkness. “Remember to lock the door,” sighing, I drift.
I wake a while later to the sound of the door closing, my eyes flutter open and I try to sit up. A hand appears on my shoulder and gently pushes me back down onto something much softer than the floor. I panic and struggle to get up pushing against the restraining hand.
“No, shh, it’s okay, calm down, it’s just me,” Nathaniel coos. I sigh and relax back into the covers. Covers? I don’t have covers, only Kaylee has covers. I struggle to get up but Nathaniel restrains me again. I’m not giving up, I continue to fight. “Hey, hey, calm down, what’s wrong? Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes. I calm again, but stay tense incase of other mysteries. My hands feel the covers, covers, under me and I realize they are too soft to be Kaylee’s. I sigh in relief.
“Where is she?” I ask suddenly, I meant Kaylee, of course, she wasn’t here; she didn’t wake me up. Thus she isn’t here.
“What? She’s doing chores, isn’t she?” he inquires. This time he isn’t fast enough to stop me before I sit up.
“She doesn’t do chores; did you leave at all during the time I was passed out?” I ask urgently.
“Yes, I went to get you the covers and by the time I got back, she was gone. I thought she went to do something productive,” he admitted.
“No, she would never leave the hut unless she absolutely had to. She is extremely lazy, I do everything around here. She only does things that will hurt me, ever,” I tell him, panicked. She may not be nice, but she’s my sister, I love her even as I hate her. I try to stand up but Nathaniel keeps me down. “What?” I growl.
“You should not be getting up!”
“Well to bad! If you weren’t here I would already be gone!”
“Well I’m not about to let my soul-mate hurt herself more!” he yells at me before freezing. I stare at him with wide eyes, my face disbelieving at his words. Soul-mate, I think, soul-mate! What the h*ll! “Oh, um, well, I didn’t mean to tell you like this…” I stand and push past him. I look at my wound before pulling on my sward and daggers. Walking to the door, I don’t turn to tell him.
“And I thought it could have been love.” I slam the door behind me. My mind races as I put Nathaniel out of it and focus on my sister. I look for some kind of sign; paw prints, leading northwest, toward the ruins. I run in that direction, toward the shifters and my sister, hopefully. I hear something giving chase but just brush it off, I know it’s Nathaniel. Pushing faster, I stumble only to have him catch me. I look up at him and he follows my gaze.
“I can carry you if I change, we’ll get there faster,” he whispers. I nod and he flashes into his wolf. I jump on his back and he takes off.
We get to the ruins and I jump off his back before he changes again. My eyes jump to the only movement, a few people just to the left of us. I turn toward them and jog over to their position. They look up at my quiet approach. Shifters, I think for the second time that day. My mind races as I see my sister lying on the floor nearby.
“We were wondering when you would come, we have decided you need to make a choice,” one of the men says. “Choose between your sister or you, it’s one of you or the other.” Nathaniel freezes and his voice floats through my head.
It’s your sister, or the two of us, is what he means. I look at him cross-eyed. What? You’re my soul-mate, you die, I die. My eyes grow as I thing of the gold band around his head, but he’s the king. What happens when you kill the king? It’s my sister though, how can I choose between my soul-mate and my sister? If I were to choose me though, wouldn’t we meet again, in another life or in whatever comes after? Yes, we would. It’s your choice.
“I choose…” with a glance at my sister, I continue, “I choose me, but you’ll have to catch me first.” I loose a dagger into one of them before taking off. I climb into one of the ruins and loose a few more. I hear a gunshot and pain explodes into my head, I see Nathaniel there, at least he isn’t going to feel me die, I think. I drop from the ruin and let them take aim. “I guess blood really is thicker than water, and love will last through it all.” When I fall silent, the wind blows away my words. The silence explodes with the guns firing.


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