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So, next part is done. Second chapter still isn't done as drahcirs part is missing, but it got very long so I think I better post it now. Its the part for both the rebels and the main character. And it was the first difficult part to write. Hope it is good now.
enjoy!
Btw: By now I got more letters/symbols than in my last story... 8 or 18 more
Btw²: Haven't expected so much feedback.
The sun rose at the horizon and threw its light onto the hills. Marc woke up and saw Cen sitting a bit away from him, staring into the sun. When he came nearer Cen started to speak, more to himself than to Marc.
“What a beautiful sunrise. But I can't enjoy it anymore. Now its too late. I should have payed more attention to it before.”
He turned to Marc.
“Lets get up and get done what we have to do.”
With this words he went to his horse and mounted.
The sun shined down on them while they were riding through a blossoming forest. Birch trees lined the road, but both couldn't pay attention to it.
After some time of silent riding, Cen stopped and listened carefully..
“What was that? Seems as if we aren't alone here.”
Without waiting for his fellow he directed his horse into the forest. Marc followed him with a few meters distance.
Fred and Z were both selected to scour the area around the rebel's camp when suddenly two horses rushed out of the trees. They drew their swords and stared at the men with concentration. They watched Cen and Marc climbing down from their horses and getting nearer to them. When they noticed the swords, they also drew their ones, but let them hang down. Cen started to speak:
“I hope we don't have to communicate that way.”
“I hope, too. But for that you should tell us who you are and whom you follow.”
“We are just two villagers and we follow nobody. But if I am right and you are a rebel, then we are probably working for the same goal.”
“Then come with us. And sorry for the rude welcome. You can't be suspicious enough in this time. But now we probably can speak more normal. This is Fred and I am Z.”
Cen and Marc had already taken their horses and now went off together with Z and Fred.
“He is Marc. And I, I shouldn't have a name anymore. I have lost anything and with it my name, too.”
Z and Fred said nothing and seemed thoughtful.
“But what is with you? Why are you named Z?”
Z didn't answer. However Fred answered for him instead.
“He doesn't know. He lost his memory and now he tries to ind out what had happened to him.”
Z gave him an evil look.
“Living without your memory... I wish I could to that, too. But for you it must be a pain.”
“Yes it is. But I am determined to find it. Thats why I joined the rebels.”
As it was already too late to stop, Z seemed to become less reserved concerning that topic. Now Marc became interested, too.
“Did you never ask yourself whether you want to know what happened? Whether your past is so terrible that you won't be able to stand it?”
“I often did. But I am restless until this uncertainty ends.”
“And what will you do if it is too horrible?”
“I will probably try to life with it. I can't run away from my past.”
“Did you never consider about starting a new life? Independent from your old one?”
“I somehow have to know what happened to me, who I am. I have to know and accept my past to decide between starting something new or going on with my old live. How can I start a new one if I haven't done with my old one?”
Now Fred interrupted their dialogue.
“Look, we are there. Wait here and sleep a bit, we will talk with our leader. Just forget your problems for a while. Tomorrow with the first sunbeams we all will either be happier or dead.”
And with this words they went off and left Cen and Marc alone. Both of them were suddenly descended by tiredness and fell asleep.
The last thing Cen saw was the face of Marc in front of the sun, now with a determined look on his face.
So, next part is done. Second chapter still isn't done as drahcirs part is missing, but it got very long so I think I better post it now. Its the part for both the rebels and the main character. And it was the first difficult part to write. Hope it is good now.
enjoy!
Btw: By now I got more letters/symbols than in my last story... 8 or 18 more
Btw²: Haven't expected so much feedback.
The sun rose at the horizon and threw its light onto the hills. Marc woke up and saw Cen sitting a bit away from him, staring into the sun. When he came nearer Cen started to speak, more to himself than to Marc.
“What a beautiful sunrise. But I can't enjoy it anymore. Now its too late. I should have payed more attention to it before.”
He turned to Marc.
“Lets get up and get done what we have to do.”
With this words he went to his horse and mounted.
The sun shined down on them while they were riding through a blossoming forest. Birch trees lined the road, but both couldn't pay attention to it.
After some time of silent riding, Cen stopped and listened carefully..
“What was that? Seems as if we aren't alone here.”
Without waiting for his fellow he directed his horse into the forest. Marc followed him with a few meters distance.
Fred and Z were both selected to scour the area around the rebel's camp when suddenly two horses rushed out of the trees. They drew their swords and stared at the men with concentration. They watched Cen and Marc climbing down from their horses and getting nearer to them. When they noticed the swords, they also drew their ones, but let them hang down. Cen started to speak:
“I hope we don't have to communicate that way.”
“I hope, too. But for that you should tell us who you are and whom you follow.”
“We are just two villagers and we follow nobody. But if I am right and you are a rebel, then we are probably working for the same goal.”
“Then come with us. And sorry for the rude welcome. You can't be suspicious enough in this time. But now we probably can speak more normal. This is Fred and I am Z.”
Cen and Marc had already taken their horses and now went off together with Z and Fred.
“He is Marc. And I, I shouldn't have a name anymore. I have lost anything and with it my name, too.”
Z and Fred said nothing and seemed thoughtful.
“But what is with you? Why are you named Z?”
Z didn't answer. However Fred answered for him instead.
“He doesn't know. He lost his memory and now he tries to ind out what had happened to him.”
Z gave him an evil look.
“Living without your memory... I wish I could to that, too. But for you it must be a pain.”
“Yes it is. But I am determined to find it. Thats why I joined the rebels.”
As it was already too late to stop, Z seemed to become less reserved concerning that topic. Now Marc became interested, too.
“Did you never ask yourself whether you want to know what happened? Whether your past is so terrible that you won't be able to stand it?”
“I often did. But I am restless until this uncertainty ends.”
“And what will you do if it is too horrible?”
“I will probably try to life with it. I can't run away from my past.”
“Did you never consider about starting a new life? Independent from your old one?”
“I somehow have to know what happened to me, who I am. I have to know and accept my past to decide between starting something new or going on with my old live. How can I start a new one if I haven't done with my old one?”
Now Fred interrupted their dialogue.
“Look, we are there. Wait here and sleep a bit, we will talk with our leader. Just forget your problems for a while. Tomorrow with the first sunbeams we all will either be happier or dead.”
And with this words they went off and left Cen and Marc alone. Both of them were suddenly descended by tiredness and fell asleep.
The last thing Cen saw was the face of Marc in front of the sun, now with a determined look on his face.