Into the Forest Chapter Two Hamilton Pickingsworth watched as the tall, spidery figure swept away from the alley. Collins’s cloak was billowing, and his chin was held high as he turned left. Pickingsworth tugged at his collar. For a supposedly cool evening, he was sweating like a pig. Dang you, Hamilton! He thought. He stepped towards the edge of the alley and anxiously looked in the direction that Collins had turned. Boiling, he watched Collins stop and withdraw what appeared to be the Queen’s ring from his knife sheath. Collins fingered it admiringly, and in the vague moonlight he saw a sly smile dress his lips. Pickingsworth’s chins shook with anger as he looked away. If only he could’ve gotten that ring. He had told nothing but the truth, he really had lost all his funds by theft. Heck, it may as well have been Collins himself who stole my treasures! Thought Pickingsworth furiously. He stole one last look at Collins, who was walking briskly along the dirt road, then hobbled off in the opposite direction. Jonathan Collins knew what he had to do next. He had another, more important duty to attend to. Little did the Queen herself know that his loyalties may not be with her. Pickingsworth most likely did not trust him, but he probably doubted that Jonathan would be sneaking about behind his back. Jonathan stopped at a corner. The road in the city was dark and silent, but Jonathan knew quite well that someone was watching. “Calypso,” he sighed. A dark figure came round the bend. She was nearly as tall as Jonathan himself, and just as spider like. “You told me to wait,” she said irritably. “Please do be quiet, sister. I have a job to do, and I must ask you to fetch Lior for me.” When Calypso just glared at him in the dim streetlight, Jonathan smiled pleasantly. “He is in the stable at old man Louis’s. He is on the second-to-last-stall on the left. My saddle and bridle are in the feed room,” Jonathan paused and raised a long hand to his face. “Oh, and if you would pack me some food and water for my journey, it would be greatly appreciated,” he added as an afterthought. Calypso kept her hard stare for a few more seconds, then she sighed. “Darn you. I’ll go fetch the danged horse, but just remember that I’m not your servant!” Jonathan laughed and Calypso stormed past him, fists tightly clenched. “Farewell, sister! I hope to see you in an hour or so at the most!” He called quietly. Calypso threw her hand up in the air and waved it irritably in goodbye. Still smiling, Jonathan looked ahead. The forest was only a mile or two ahead of him, he could see the shadowy tree branches rising above the shops and buildings, but he wouldn’t be able to make the journey without a horse. Normally, he did his work on foot, but this was far too dangerous. He glanced around him, momentarily appearing anxious. Nothing and no one. He sat down and rested his head against the cold metal streetlamp. He struggled for a moment to keep his eyes open, but then succumbed to sleep. It seemed only a moment later that he was roughly shaken awake by Calypso. There were large blue bags under her eyes and her skin was pale from lack of sleep. Jonathan blinked. It was starting to get light outside. “Get up, fool! Stop staring at me! You said you must make haste! I packed you food, but it won’t last long. And your horse is saddled.” Jonathan blinked again, and then got up at stretched. Calypso looked irritable. “I hope you hurry, because I stayed up practically the whole night for you, and if this isn’t important……” Calypso raised a fist menacingly. “Ca-ca-cacaca-calm down, it is quite important,” Jonathan yawned. He ambled over to the large black horse that his sister held by the reins and patted him. “There, Lior. I’m sure you’ve been eager to get out of that accursed stall,” said Jonathan as he placed a foot in the stirrup. The horse stretched his head down, then slowly brought it back up, shaking with pleasure. Jonathan smirked, then reached out for Calypso to toss him the reins. Calypso did, then, with some concern, she asked, “Are you going to be all right on this one?” Jonathan waved a hand. “Of course, of course!” “Where are you going?” “None of your business.” “I am your sister! It is most certainly my business!” “And I am your brother, a whole five minutes older, and it is most certainly not your business!” Calypso looked ready to punch him. Jonathan turned Lior around to face the second alley that led to the forest. “I’m going to the elves,” he said without turning around. He then clucked his horse into a swift trot and left.
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Do you really have to use bad
Do you really have to use bad language?
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i didn't see any bad language... *shrugs*
Erin, I loved the way you characterized your, well, characters. You told us a lot about their personalities without having to actually say much, if you know what I mean. Keep it up!
Maethorwen: Thanks! I'm
Maethorwen: Thanks! I'm working on the next chapter!
Laura Elizabeth: Could you be more specific, please? I don't recall writing any language, unless you consider darn and danged curse words. I'm sorry if I offended anyone :-)
Hannah: Thanks so much!! That's one of the greatest compliments I can get :-)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
I don't think darn and dang
I don't think darn and dang are bad. Hope not, anyway. ;-) Hurry, Erin. I want to meet the elves!
"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya
Lol, I have an evil
Lol, I have an evil plan.....Sorta.....
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Post more soon! please!
Post more soon! please!