Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
Cenic
Aya looked down at her feet, watched as the sand blew over them onto the wooden dock. Silence seemed to consume her. Slowly she raised her head and turned around. Sand, as far as the eye could see, here and there and square hut or two, but nothing green, nothing alive and vibrant.
It was a strange thing to finally realize that she was in a new and strange land, and that she was completely alone there.
A sudden movement caught her eye. She looked over as the two fishermen who had been on their fishing boat before were now standing on the dock, looking at her with curiosity. They were both filthy, dirt on their faces, the smell of fish on them – or perhaps that was the dock itself. She didn’t know them, couldn’t speak with them, and suddenly feared them.
“Odakle ti dolazis?” One of them said, the words sounding strange, like something heard in a dream, or a nightmare.
Aya began walking, as fast as she could, past the two men, She expected them to grab her, attacked her in some way, but they let her pass. They said something more, but she didn’t catch it at all, and even if she had she wouldn’t have understood what their words meant.
Once off the dock she was between the huts, made from brick or mud, she couldn’t tell. She knew that she was on the outskirts of the city; perhaps this had once been a small village before the expanding city borders had swallowed it up. She could see Cenic to the north of her. There was a large building along the shore, a fort or a castle; it was unlike any building she had ever seen. The towers came together like a flower before opening to the sun and it was the colour of the desert.
All the other buildings were short and small, and so she continued to call them all huts.
She heard heavy footsteps then, and knew immediately that they were the footsteps of soldiers. A few of the Slavik gave her nasty glances. She knew then that the soldiers had seen the boat dock and were now coming to investigate. Aya ducked behind a hut, dead animals hung on the wall, hiding her body. She heard the soldiers stop.
“You there, peasant, have you seen anyone strange walking about?” The soldier ask, clear dislike in his voice.
“You,” came the equally mean voice, though this one was heavily accented, a Slavik.
“Watch your tongue peasant and answer my question.”
“No one strange here.”
The soldier seemed to believe his answer, because they were then moving off again. Aya crept out from her hiding place to come face to face with the Slavik man. He looked deeply unpleased. Aya realized that he had known where she was hiding, but wasn’t covering to help her. He was simply covering because he had no wish to help the Sær.
“Odalzi, sada,” he said spitefully, she didn’t understand the words, but she understood the tone and quickly took off, almost running.
(Uh-oh, I'm feeling the crunch. I'm halfway through the months and only 2/5ths of the way. WHAT DO DO!?! If I sat myself down, locked my door, and drank a case of Mountain Dew, I'd probably make it - but I have school!!! School is evil! School makes me work on stuff that isn't novels. School makes me sad. :( But happy, because I'm learning the wonders of grammar!)
Words Left To Count: 29392
Days Left: 16
Chapter Four
Cenic
Aya looked down at her feet, watched as the sand blew over them onto the wooden dock. Silence seemed to consume her. Slowly she raised her head and turned around. Sand, as far as the eye could see, here and there and square hut or two, but nothing green, nothing alive and vibrant.
It was a strange thing to finally realize that she was in a new and strange land, and that she was completely alone there.
A sudden movement caught her eye. She looked over as the two fishermen who had been on their fishing boat before were now standing on the dock, looking at her with curiosity. They were both filthy, dirt on their faces, the smell of fish on them – or perhaps that was the dock itself. She didn’t know them, couldn’t speak with them, and suddenly feared them.
“Odakle ti dolazis?” One of them said, the words sounding strange, like something heard in a dream, or a nightmare.
Aya began walking, as fast as she could, past the two men, She expected them to grab her, attacked her in some way, but they let her pass. They said something more, but she didn’t catch it at all, and even if she had she wouldn’t have understood what their words meant.
Once off the dock she was between the huts, made from brick or mud, she couldn’t tell. She knew that she was on the outskirts of the city; perhaps this had once been a small village before the expanding city borders had swallowed it up. She could see Cenic to the north of her. There was a large building along the shore, a fort or a castle; it was unlike any building she had ever seen. The towers came together like a flower before opening to the sun and it was the colour of the desert.
All the other buildings were short and small, and so she continued to call them all huts.
She heard heavy footsteps then, and knew immediately that they were the footsteps of soldiers. A few of the Slavik gave her nasty glances. She knew then that the soldiers had seen the boat dock and were now coming to investigate. Aya ducked behind a hut, dead animals hung on the wall, hiding her body. She heard the soldiers stop.
“You there, peasant, have you seen anyone strange walking about?” The soldier ask, clear dislike in his voice.
“You,” came the equally mean voice, though this one was heavily accented, a Slavik.
“Watch your tongue peasant and answer my question.”
“No one strange here.”
The soldier seemed to believe his answer, because they were then moving off again. Aya crept out from her hiding place to come face to face with the Slavik man. He looked deeply unpleased. Aya realized that he had known where she was hiding, but wasn’t covering to help her. He was simply covering because he had no wish to help the Sær.
“Odalzi, sada,” he said spitefully, she didn’t understand the words, but she understood the tone and quickly took off, almost running.
(Uh-oh, I'm feeling the crunch. I'm halfway through the months and only 2/5ths of the way. WHAT DO DO!?! If I sat myself down, locked my door, and drank a case of Mountain Dew, I'd probably make it - but I have school!!! School is evil! School makes me work on stuff that isn't novels. School makes me sad. :( But happy, because I'm learning the wonders of grammar!)
posted by Elise at 8:57 AM
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Love your style. Keep up the great work. Can't wait to read the end.
Write faster damn you!!!
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