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I was challenged.
this IS better. Whether you like to admit it or not.
So, one gloomy saturday afternoon I decided that it might be a good idea to leave my farm house for a while. I don't know why >_>..
I removed myself from the cold wooden chair I had been planted upon and headed straight for the front door, making sure to grab my old sword, which resided on a table near the door, along the way. I Pulled at the metal locking mechanism, allowing the door to slowly creak open an inch; sunlight poured in.
" geh ", I grunted.
The door seemed to be stuck, so I bashed it with the butt of my sword. It flung wide open, revealing why it had refused to open with ease. There, on the scarred, dry earth that I knew as a garden, lay a tiny frigid figure. It seems it had been resting against my door,I had obviously caught it by surprise.
The thing was curled in a seemingly awkward position about a metre away from my feet. It was dressed in an expensive looking kind of garb, although it was all dirty and torn in several places. There were also stains, among these, I recognised blood. Blood. So this thing that was resting against my door until just now is on the ground, bleeding and not moving.
" ahh. ", I realised.
When I forced my door open, it must have struck this thing, and caused it to become injured.. It was then that I figured i may aswell cancel my day out, and have fun with this thing instead. Well it seemed fun.
I began to appraoch the curled form.
It didn't move. Even so I walked at a steady pace, to avoid shocking it. Wouldn't want anything violent to happen. When I was within arm's reach, I paused, then knelt down to take a closer look.
" hmmmm. ", I was pleased.
Upon closer inspection of the 'thing', I could see that it was indeed not a 'thing' but.. a girl. Layed on her side, curled up, and bundled in large robes. By the size, I would have guessed that she was maybe 10-12... but all I could see at present was that she had short, blonde hair and a very slender figure.
" kuku. ", I chuckled slightly.
My day had, within a few minutes, become a very great day.
I proceeded to drop the old sword, and bent forward to inspect my find. Using my index finger, I first prodded the side of it. There came no reaction. So the girl was either out cold.. or dead.
" tch ", I complained.
I decided that I should check. reaching over the side of the girl, I took a firm hold of an arm and pulled it towards my face, then with my free hand I pushed softly against the young flesh, on the inside of her forearm.
There was a pulse.
" hah! ", my enthusiasm returned.
I dropped the arm and thought about this..
A gust of chilling air hit me.. it was quite cold. Looking down at the girl I saw that the robes she was bundled in were contsructed of a fairly light material that one would only wear during warm seasons. It was still winter.
" Maybe I should move her? ", it crossed my mind.
It was a sensible idea; certainly there was no good reason to keep the girl outside, and it was uncomfortable to kneel on the ground like this. So it was decided. I grinned, scooped the small girl up and stood. She was very light.. perhaps too light for what I had guessed to be her age. I turned and headed for the door.
"fu fu fu".
I don't intend to write moar of this but if you insist I will.
this IS better. Whether you like to admit it or not.
So, one gloomy saturday afternoon I decided that it might be a good idea to leave my farm house for a while. I don't know why >_>..
I removed myself from the cold wooden chair I had been planted upon and headed straight for the front door, making sure to grab my old sword, which resided on a table near the door, along the way. I Pulled at the metal locking mechanism, allowing the door to slowly creak open an inch; sunlight poured in.
" geh ", I grunted.
The door seemed to be stuck, so I bashed it with the butt of my sword. It flung wide open, revealing why it had refused to open with ease. There, on the scarred, dry earth that I knew as a garden, lay a tiny frigid figure. It seems it had been resting against my door,I had obviously caught it by surprise.
The thing was curled in a seemingly awkward position about a metre away from my feet. It was dressed in an expensive looking kind of garb, although it was all dirty and torn in several places. There were also stains, among these, I recognised blood. Blood. So this thing that was resting against my door until just now is on the ground, bleeding and not moving.
" ahh. ", I realised.
When I forced my door open, it must have struck this thing, and caused it to become injured.. It was then that I figured i may aswell cancel my day out, and have fun with this thing instead. Well it seemed fun.
I began to appraoch the curled form.
It didn't move. Even so I walked at a steady pace, to avoid shocking it. Wouldn't want anything violent to happen. When I was within arm's reach, I paused, then knelt down to take a closer look.
" hmmmm. ", I was pleased.
Upon closer inspection of the 'thing', I could see that it was indeed not a 'thing' but.. a girl. Layed on her side, curled up, and bundled in large robes. By the size, I would have guessed that she was maybe 10-12... but all I could see at present was that she had short, blonde hair and a very slender figure.
" kuku. ", I chuckled slightly.
My day had, within a few minutes, become a very great day.
I proceeded to drop the old sword, and bent forward to inspect my find. Using my index finger, I first prodded the side of it. There came no reaction. So the girl was either out cold.. or dead.
" tch ", I complained.
I decided that I should check. reaching over the side of the girl, I took a firm hold of an arm and pulled it towards my face, then with my free hand I pushed softly against the young flesh, on the inside of her forearm.
There was a pulse.
" hah! ", my enthusiasm returned.
I dropped the arm and thought about this..
A gust of chilling air hit me.. it was quite cold. Looking down at the girl I saw that the robes she was bundled in were contsructed of a fairly light material that one would only wear during warm seasons. It was still winter.
" Maybe I should move her? ", it crossed my mind.
It was a sensible idea; certainly there was no good reason to keep the girl outside, and it was uncomfortable to kneel on the ground like this. So it was decided. I grinned, scooped the small girl up and stood. She was very light.. perhaps too light for what I had guessed to be her age. I turned and headed for the door.
"fu fu fu".
I don't intend to write moar of this but if you insist I will.
, I hate when people combine self harm and emotional together. Emo doesn't mean self harm.. Self harm is a state of a emotion, but some idiots think OMG EMO CUTZ YO SELF. I mean i'm more emo then scene, but like emo mostly means to alout of us. Being overly emotional and expressing it through writing or what we do.
