Book 1 - Chapter 1 - Chapter Scene 1 - Master Scene 1
Ansa burst through the open door of the cottage heaving two large leather packs in her skinny arms. She ran to a cart nearby, already halfway filled with barrels, then threw the two packs onto an empty are not yet filled up.
“Clal?” She blinked, her bright blue eyes darting back and forth in the early morning sunlight. Ansa’s gaze fixated into the distant waterfall behind their property.
She squinted, bit her lip, then smiled.
She cupped her long fingered hands to her mouth then shouted in the direction of the waterfall, “Clal, it’s time.”
She bounded toward the path that ran bay the water fall, white long hair struggling to keep up with her. “Why did you have to disappear now?”
Book 1 - Chapter 1 - Chapter Scene 2 - Master Scene 2
While Ansa was packing, Clal had wandered off over the mountain to visit the shore.
Clal was crouching down on the sandy shore scooping up water, then throwing it back into the ocean waves. The waves covered his tracks that he left behind him as stood up and walked.
He took out a small leather pouch and dug into the sand, pinching it and putting a pinch of it into his pouch. He turned to his left and walked over to a young tree. He plucked a leaf and a small twig off, then snatched a few blades of grass and stuffed them in too.
“Clal? Clal, it’s time!” Ansa’s distant voice floated from over the top of Crescent-Keep mountain. He looked up, then gave a sideways smile.
“Time.” He whispered to himself shaking his head. He leaned over, confiscated two small pebbles, then poked them into his growing pouch.
He looked at the sun and squinted, “Time, you’ve stolen my youth away from me.” He chuckled to himself. “Yes, like a thief in the night…” He threw his pouch up in front of his face then caught it. “…but this time, I’ve got the upper hand.”
Clal turned to the sea waves, “Farewell old friends. Not sure when we’ll meet next. May it be sooner than late.”
He shoved his pouch in his pocket then ran up the path to the top of the mountain.
Just as he was about to descend he heard a loud crack and a rustle of leaves to his left. Clal froze.
“Young man. Why are you in my woods?” A high pitched voice called out, then giggled.
“Er…uh…because I live in the valley down their, and…”
“So you think you can frolic in whomever’s forest any time you want and not even give a second thought about it?” The voice sounded strangely harsh.
“Well, I never really thought of it…”
“I hereby banish you to the apple cart,” the voice became deeper, “which is leaving as we speak,” then high pitched again, “and sentence you to four months of apprenticeship at the blacksmith’s shop for your outrageous impertinence and disrespectful trespassing in my forest disturbing it’s most joyous tranquilities.”
The voice stopped.
A rush of the wind in the trees broke the silence.
Clal leaned over toward the voice then whispered, “I bet I can beat you there first, oh fair and noble mistress of the forest abode.”
Clal darted down the side of the mountain sending leaves and dirt into the air.
“Now, really Clal. Without any warning?” Ansa burst through a cluster of trees. “How rude you are.” She hurled herself after him.
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