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"Something doesn't feel right." Antirne whispered to Angelic, the two stopping and looking into the surrounding forest.
"I know what you mean." Angelic said closing her eyes and listening, "It hasn't been this quiet since." Angelic gasped and for the first time looked behind herself. "It hasn't been this quiet. since we joined up with Duade and Flitz!" She spurt.
Antirne too had looked behind, and was looking rather worried. After a few moments her lip began to quiver slightly.
"Where the hell is Flitz!" Angelic burst out, her eyes widening with the realization that she was nowhere to be found. "Thought it was kind of funny she didn't have anything to say when I called her a roaming idiot." Angelic said with a little chuckle, trying to brush the worry off her brow. Her money pouch had been left open at her waist. Odd, wasn't the same purse that Duade had left behind with the sleeping fairy within it? She thought.
"Excuse me? You called HER a roaming idiot? I distinctly remember you calling us-", Antirne began.
"Never mind that." Angelic interrupted, reaching into the open purse.
"Now you can't just get away with saying anything you like and brushing it of like it nev-", Antirne started in again after a moment's pause, only again to be interrupted.
"Look at this." Angelic burst out in the middle of Antirne's sentence, though it didn't seem she had even been listening this time. She raised her head up, holding in front her face a tiny piece of parchment wrapped tightly and tied closed with a single delicate hair.
"Eh? Whats that?" Antirne said, apparently intrigued by the little trinket.
"Guess it's something Flitz left behind" Angelic said making a feeble attempt at untying the little not without destroying the delicate ribbon of hair. After a few moments she uttered a sigh of frustration and snapped the hair in two it fluttered away into the darkness of the forest, though one could see it glinting still in the darkness of the underbrush.
Angelic unfolded the little piece of parchment and strained her eyes in an attempt to read it, after a few moments she growled, "Damn these eyes." Antirne pushed her head in next to Angelic's in an attempt to make it out.
'Sorry I couldn't tell you guys straight up, but it seemed best to tell you this way. I will not be following you into the city, or anywhere else without the company of Duade. And though I do not know where he is, or whether or not I will be welcomed when I find him. I refuse to go on without him. Anyways my reasons are of my concern alone, I hope you fair well on your journey, and find whatever it is you seek.
I guess this is goodbye to both of you.
P.S. Please do not follow me, unless you intend not to hinder my efforts.' Is how the letter read.
"So I guess it's just you and me then, eh?" Angelic said looking up to Antirne.
Antirne said nothing, as she delicately removed the parchment from Angelic's calloused fingers, and rolling it gently back up closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Tendrils of fog rising up from her nostrils dancing into the cold morning air as she gently exhaled. "I guess it can not be helped" She said after a few minutes of pondering, she opened her eyes and began again to move her feet.
Angelic seemed a little reluctant to follow, but after a few more moments of pause was quickly back at the lead. "So that's it." She said quietly to herself, Antirne's only response a quickening in her pace.
There had been no response to her shout, but the two being distracted by there argument had simply shrugged it off and made their way briskly toward the town that lay ahead. After an hour or two though. things had grown eerily quiet.
Signed, Princess Flavenontwianthat
In the dark shadows of the forest lay Flavenontwianthat's brightly glimmering, and delicate hair. Soon a number of shouts began to issue from the bushes and several shadows passed the clearing. A little shadow passed over the place where the hair had been, but when it had passed, the hair was no more.
"I gotses it!" Was the gleeful cry issued out of the darkness. Shortly there after there were many other shout's in reply of, "He gotsed it!", and "Shiny, Shiny, we haves it!", and occasionally there was simply a squeal of joy where no words could be found, like the cry of a child who has just realized his birthday was tomorrow. There were deep voices, average, and shrill voices, but among them could only be heard the voices of men, quiet though their voices were.
Soon the group had made its way to an old tree trunk, whose tree had long been hewn. The trunk had a clearly carved set of steps leading up to a little door in the wall. It was lined with tiny windows, and blackberry bushes grew thickly around it, and the surrounding Forest. The group of twelve or more brownies made there way hastily into the structure a rather gangly bright eyed youngen in the lead with his hands cupped together protecting a treasure that was clearly of great value to him and his company. They passed through several doors that were guarded by more stout looking brownies who carried spears and wore armor made from the glimmering blue, red,. and black shells of beetles. In each gate they were let pass but the last, where a giant of a brownie stould wearing purple plated beetle armor, and a mask made of the head of beetle. At his side were two swords that were large by brownie standards, and in his hands was a large and menacing spear.
"Halt!" the guard shouted, block the groups path. Everyone stopped and began to whisper to eachother. "What is this about!?" He shouted, looking around, eventually bringing his gaze to the boy who clearly lead them.
"Well. Have it out already!" He said after a few moments, motioning to the boy.
The boy ran up to the man awkwardly and brought his head to the mans ear, as the guard listened his eyes widened, "No." the guard gasped in disbelieve. To this the boy's response was to very carefully bring his cupped hands in front of the guards face, and very slowly to un-cup them only for a brief moment, and then quickly to cup them again in an even more protective grip.
The guards eyes were wide and his jaw had it been visible behind the long jaws of his mask would have clearly been immobile. Regaining composure the man stood tall and brought his spear to his side. "The boy may pass, the rest of you must wait here."
The were more then a few discontent words issued, but the boy smiled brightly and pushed the large entrance doors open revealing a long hall lined with tall wooden pillars, at the end of which was a large ornamentally carved chair in which a Brownie whose attire was almost entirely made up of the color black and had whose hair being of the same color ran down to his shoulders, he had a sword at his side and was casually popping fruit from a vine into his mouth.
As the little boy made his way to the throne the man a little startled quickly regained his composure, "And to what I do I owe this interruption?" the man uttered, looking at the boy with a stern and not entirely welcoming face, though it could half have been thought to have been in jest.
The boy excitedly pulled the hair out of his cupped hands and held it gently from one end so that the man could see it, upon seeing it the man quickly swiped it before the boy could even move his hands.
"Sir! There be a women afoot!" The young brownie shouted gaily.
"A woman!" The man shouted now too excited, "You are sure!?"
"Oh yes, very sure sir. I heard biggins talkin' about her, and I even seed where they comed from." The boy said a big smile upon his dirty brow.
"Guards!" The man shouted, "Summon the dragons, there be a prize for the catching!"
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