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Mar. 5, 2009

Chapter Five; Part Three

At long last, it is here! The last part of Chapter Five!

   That evening, after Gradwin had decided they were done, Smith asked a question that had been burning in his mind since the first blow. "I had NO idea you could move that fast! Could you teach me that?" Smith asked, thinking to become one of the greatest swordsmen on Yith and trying to ignore the pain that coursed through his body. Gradwin chuckled.
    "What have I been doing all day?" He asked, smiling.
    Smith put on a convincing fake frown. "Hurting me. Beating me up."
    "I prefer the term, 'knocking some sense into you'." Said Gradwin, a gleam in his eyes. They shared a laugh and headed back to Gradwin's "den".
    As Gradwin and Smith neared the large tree under which Gradwin's home was located, Smith smelled something he had never smelled at Gradwin's before... the smell of cooking food. You see, Gradwin never cooked at home. When he did, he only made this oatmeal-like substance. It wasn't bad, but Smith grew tired of it rather fast. It was like having oatmeal every day, for every meal.
    Smith cast a questioning glance at Gradwin. Not only did he not cook, but he had not been home since that morning.
    "Ah... I see Arina has stopped for a visit." Glancing at Smith and taking notice of his questioning gaze, said, "Arina is an Elf, one of,,, no, the last Elf in the Forest of Gorox. I think you'll like her. And even if you do not," he paused, inhaling deeply, and finished, "her meals are to die for." Smith nodded his understanding. I wonder if this is the same girl who was here on my first day in the Forest. Smith thought to himself with mild curiosity.
    "Gradwin! You're home!" Came a voice from inside. The same voice Smith had heard when he first awoke. A moment later, a beautiful young woman sprang out of Gradwin's home and embraced Gradwin like a child with her father. "I made dinner. It's all ready. I hope you're hungry!"
    "Oh, we are. Starved, in fact." Smith piped up, feeling a bit left out, and forgotten. Arina took no notice of the new voice, and sprang back inside again instead. Smith followed, frowning a bit.
    Allow me to take a moment of your time to describe Arina to you. She was blond, wearing her hair long and wavy with small braids in the back. She had a slim figure, with smooth, light colored skin. Her eyes were chocolate brown and bright, and held a look of nobility, as if she was a elvish princess, or was one. Her face was flawless, everything in perfect balance.
    As soon as Smith entered the den, he was hit with the aroma of fresh-baked bread, roasted deer, and several other scents Smith couldn't place. He moved into the dinning area, and was amazed at the small feast set out on the table. Apples, some sort of meat pie made with deer, honey bread... no, elven honey bread, and figs. Where she got the ingredients need to make all this, Smith didn't know. He was just glad she did.
    After they had all sat down to eat, Gradwin opened in prayer. This surprised Smith, who didn't know anyone here believed as he did, and he had never thought to bring it up. He bowed his head, as did Gradwin and Arina, and listened. It was simple enough, mearly a prayer of thanks, and then they started eating. Smith never receved so much as a glance from Arina.
    After dinner, they all moved into the sitting room, where a fire was crackling in the harth and a pipe awaited Gradwin, who sat down in his arm chair, puffed a few ring, and then turned to Smith.
    "Smith," he began, "how would you like to know the history of Yith?"

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Mar. 12, 2009 - Titleless

Posted by Hriste

Do you meant to hold your story ransom for five comments? Well, it works.
Anyway I loved chapter 5! It's very intriguing, and can't wait to read 6. :D
-Hristë

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