“I was just a ten-year-old girl, and one night my parents came and told me that I had to go to fighting school because the war was coming up. I went, and practiced with my trainer, and then we received this letter about having to go into the woods at midday. We went there, and then we had to fight off a whole hoard of… werewolves.” Naomi thought about this for a moment. Was this a coincidence? She’d have to tell Naglad about this. “Anyway, we defeated them, and then it turned out that actually a test so see if we were good enough to join the gang, which was this. I joined, and Jaques, the old leader, died in a fire and I was the new leader. Then we went to Dnafle, and the Vetini Vati were actually in the war, which I wasn’t expecting. This was when Lucy died, because instead of me fighting the co-leader, Tivkean – I managed to kill Tienvak, the leader – Lucy decided to go. Then we went back to my old house, and I got this sword, Melior. I called it that because of what it says on the hilt.” She stroked the hilt with the tip of her finger, before showing it to Jalaise.
“That looks interesting. When Naglad wakes up tomorrow, we’ll have to ask him about that,” he muttered, examining the letters on the sword. “Yeah, it is kind of strange.”
“Yeah, I know,” Naomi agreed, sighing. Slowly, she stood up and stretched, before turning, and beginning to walk to her tent. “I’m tired now,* she announced, looking back at Jalaise. “Goodnight.” She smiled for a brief moment, before turning back, and entering her tent.
Jalaise sat there for a few moments, watching the last of the werewolf burn. He sat there for another half hour, before deciding that if he were to stay there all night, he would sleep in the day, when it would be more likely to have an attack. Therefore, he got up, walked to his tent, and fell asleep.
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“Where are they?” the figure demanded in frustration. “They should be here by now, really. With that girl.”
Avael also looked frustrated.
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