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now taste the blood that had dripped into his throat from his damaged nose. He struggles to say something to his savior, but Hines speaks first.
“You need to watch yourself at night around here, kid. How old are you?”
“Eight, I’m eight. I…”
Hines rummages through his pockets while Dante stares stupidly at him, wishing he could find the words to thank him.
“Here,” Hines says, hanging him one of the small loaves of bread. “You need something in your stomach.”
Dante quietly takes the stale bread and nibbles into it. He watches the thirteen year old run his fingers through his thick, tangled hair, as he paces to the second mugger, still doubled over in pain from Dante’s knee.
“Please,” the man says, scooting away from Hines’ confident advance. “I just needed a bit of money, I swear I’ll never rob anyone! Never again! C’mon, please!”
He begins crying as the scrawny boy begins walking quicker, still grasping his impressive mithril short sword. Instead of striking the cowering man with his blade however, he drives his foot into the man’s forehead, knocking him out and onto his back. Hines grabs him by the sleeves of his tattered shirt and drags him some twenty feet, around the corner. Dante hears the a thud as the mugger’s head falls back onto the pavement, and waits anxiously for the teenager to return.
Hines returns to Dante, his sword sheathed. He walks calmly to the bruised boy and helps him to his feet. The moon is now peeking through the clouds and Dante can see his new friend’s tired, sunken eyes and labored breath. A gentle mist has settled on the gravel, where small pools of his blood sit, soaking through the jagged rocks. Hines leads him up the wall and into his apartment to stitch his wounds and give him shelter from the other deviant’s of west Ardougne. They sit in the dim candle light and split the last loaf of bread, talking about their pasts and their present, before Dante falls asleep on the gritty floor of Hines’ illegal loft.

12-Aug-2013 04:59:13

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Atheana’s journey—Prologue part 3
The sun hasn’t yet begun to rise over the fishing town of Catherby, and not even the fishermen are awake. The dim light of the stars reflects gently off the crashing waves, pushing over and receding from the soft sand on the beach. About thirty feet from the coast, a tree sways gently, silent save for the rustle of the leaves as the wind blows its branches gently to the north.
A small raccoon approaches the tree, sniffing it before crawling around its trunk to find the source of the scent of meat its following. It steps on a small pile of leaves and screams as metal jaws of a carefully set trap clamp down on its leg. From the brush about thirty feet away, a silhouette emerges, jogging towards the creature.
“Curses,” the soft female voice says. “Sorry, you rat.”
The twang of an arrow being shot stings through the night. In an instance the girl had removed her magic bow and drilled the wounded animal with a razor-sharp runite arrow. She had hoped to get a less-disease ridden critter, maybe a rabbit or a squirrel. She curses under her breath, gazing out at the sea, where the light of the sun is hardly a glow on the horizon. She knows she’ll soon be able to sit on the dock and fish for her breakfast, and then she can sleep. The weight of her hunger is the only thing keeping for from running to the dock, and as she approaches the very idea of having to wait to actually catch a fish, and then wait for the fire to start, and even worse for the fish to cook, she almost collapses out of frustration.
But she musters her last little bit of strength and makes it to the dock, and as the first Fisherman arrive at the dock, she is a mile down the shore, cooking her small catch, grateful to be eating at all…

12-Aug-2013 04:59:59

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Her camp she’s returned to is just outside of Catherby. On the beach, out of the reach of high tide, she sits on a small log, carefully repairing the arrow she shot the raccoon with earlier. She stands up and walks back into her tent for a moment to grab another headless arrow-shaft; there was no way she could repair the original shaft. Sitting back down to work, she brushes her soft blond hair out of her eyes, fixating on the task at hand. Removing the bark tying the arrowhead to the body of the arrow, she allows the runite blade fall safely into the palm of her hand. She sighs at the stupid tediousness of the work. The sun is now high in the sky, and she decides that she should remain at her small camp until it has set slightly, so she can move under the cover of night, while it’s cool and she’ll be harder to see. She finishes her project and looks towards the town of Catherby, its grey masonry shining in the direct sunlight. Looking westward she feels a wave of panic encompass her as a small black dot is visible just on the outskirts of the village.
“No, no, no!* she screams out loud as the black dot begins to move slowly in the direction of her camp. She runs to her dull green tent and removes another metal trap, and runs towards the base of an oak tree just past the beach head. She sets the trap and climbs the trunk of the wooden pillar, positioning herself in comfortably in the cradling curvature of a branch. She looks out, now unable to see Catherby, he view impeded by a million oak leaves surrounding her. They all shake and flutter in the gentle wind, and her previous panic disappears until a small twig on the ground below her snaps. She looks down, and the humongous wolf stared up at her, unblinking and soundless.
In a split second she has removed her bow and fired an arrow, but similarly quickly the wolf evades the missile’s path and begins scraping at the bark of the tree. It falls back onto its

12-Aug-2013 05:00:14

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forepaws, circling the tree. It halts at the small pile of leaves, under which her trap was set. It patted the pile with its paw, setting the trap off to no avail. The wolf stares up at her, blankly.
It is the third time she stares into the eyes of the beast. For three weeks now the beast has found her and threatened her as she waited for its depature from the safety of a Cliffside, or across a small ravine, or now, in a tree. The wolf sniffs, and sits. It inhales and lets out a single, blood curdling howl, stunning Atheana for a moment, disorienting her, and making her sick to her stomach. The wolf looks at her with its blank eyes. She squints down at it and spits. The wolf looks on indifferently as saliva hits its brow, piercing her with its gaze.
The wolf sit staring for another hour or so and then sits up, sniffing the air. It runs off into the woods like nothing had happened, leaving Atheana frightened in the tree. She considers going back down the ground but her nerves hound her like a heart attack until she decides it would be better to stay safe for a little while longer. The sun is setting, and the twilight warms her until her heavy eyes pull her to sleep.
In the morning she returns to her camp to find her sachel wide open, its contents strew across the sand.
“Damn raccoons,” she mutters under her breath, tossing ranger potions back into her pack. Most of the food was half devoured, being slowly pulled out into the ocean or buried in sand, but she managed to find a tomato stuck safely inside of one of her older coifs. The moon is setting, reflecting off the rippling water. To her west the city of Catherby waits, a misty shadow in the distance at this time of night. The looks to her east, eyeing the imposing mound of snow known as white wolf passage. Until the wolf took her scent several weeks ago this was to be the

12-Aug-2013 05:00:29

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least treacherous of the obstacles she faced. It now beckons her, calling to her… It seems to loom over the horizon, it seems like it might be her cemetery.
Unfortunately she would be recognized by the traders… she wishes she could charter a ship to Port Sarim. It would shorten her journey to Varrock by nearly a hundred miles. All of Asgarnia would know her face if her suspicions proved correct; if her parents used their connections to look for her, she would need more than good luck traveling through Taverly, and she would most certainly be unallowed to travel through Falador. She was certain that if she could reach Draynor, and Draynor was still standing strong against the goblin forces, she could reach Varrock from the south.
Until then, white Wolf Mountain is her only destination. She hopes it will not be her last.
As the night grows darker, she begins to travel again. She wanders through clearings in the dark woods, watching for signs of movement between the huge trunks. As she enters deeper into the forest surrounding the mountain, the trees grow thinner. Ice and frost coat some of the leaves the nearer she gets to the base of the wolves. She can see the first cliff of the mountain through the trees and dawn starts to rear its head, but she hears the howl—the great wolf was back, and only after a day! It seems distant though, but it slowly increases in clarity. She climbs a large yew tree, its trunk lubricated with icy residue and she sits in the lowest branch with her bow drawn. Before the sun has reachs any higher in the sky, it’s eclipsed by storm cloud, moving rapidly towards her. A light flurry begins, dousing her with small bits of moisture and slowly increasing in intensity, until the forest is liberally frosted with snow. An hour has passed. Her hands are shriveled and dropping in temperature as an arctic chill comes drifting through the trees. The howls become clearer and clearer as the storm rages on; they seem to pierce the howl of the winds with f

12-Aug-2013 05:00:48

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frightening ability… The howl seems different though, as though the wolf is somehow frightened . At the height of the storm she can*t see the ground of the forest anymore the snow is so heavy. The once easily visible cliff, only a football field away, was obscured by a wall of white, the flakes creating a virtual curtain to the mountain.
She begins to feel warmth rapidly leaving her body. She searches through her satchel to look for warmer clothing, and finds a pair of gloves and a pair of heavy boots. As she changes from her soft leather shoes into her heavy insulated boots, her right shoe falls onto the ground, disappearing before she hears a thud, as it lands into the mounting snow. She begins to feel tired, so she culls up on the branch and starts to lose consciousness… She’ll be damned if she can find a better place to sleep on the forest’s floor. Slowly, very slowly she closes her eyes one last time…
The sound of voices startle her awake. Chilled to the very bone and soaking she can’t move from her cradled position high above the ground.
“Whose shoe is this? She must have been really small.”
She can smell the crisp sent of a fire and cooking meat, in spite of her mostly stuffed nose. She feels horrible.
“Why do you assume it’s a girl’s shoe? Some great men had very small feet.”
“Oh shut up Dante. We’re going to find a new life, not dismantle the patriarchy.”
“The world isn’t ready for that yet. I’m ready to be in Varrock.”
She tries to move from her nest, but her arms don’t respond and she feels herself slipping helplessly. She looks below her to see two satchel bags leaned over onto the tree. She feels a

12-Aug-2013 05:03:06

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burst of exhilarating energy as she tumbles to the forest floor, barely landing on the pleasantly cushioning satchel bags.
*Hey, there she is!” Hines says, standing up from his seat by the fire. “I told you it was a girl’s shoe!”
Dante looks down on her. By this time he is six feet tall, twelve years old. His voice is very deep for his age and he carries himself maturely, reacting to the situation calmly.
“Are you alright,” he says, jogging over to her. “You look very cold. Please, come by our fire.”
She starts up at him, and over at the fire. She sees a wolves hide, drying in the warmth. The eyes are still moving, and they pierce into her soul. She turns away but Hines buts his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
“What’s wrong? It’s just a fire.” He says calmly.
“The wolves’ eyes glared at her,” Dante says directing his companion’s attention to the hide. He looks at the young girl who fell from the tree with a bow secured tightly around her torso. “This wolf is a guardian of an ancient tree that was cut down in Mcgrubor’s woods. It is the animal manifestation of the tree’s evil. We’ve been hunting it for three weeks now. We wondered whose scent—or what’s scent—it was following. I think we’ve helped you out.”
She shakes her head “yes”, very slowly.
“We’re adventurers,” says the boy with 5 o’clock shadow. “Are you an adventurer?”
“You look too young to be adventurers,” she says, croaking and muffled. “He looks old enough” she says, gesturing to Dante.

12-Aug-2013 05:03:43

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“He’s twelve. I’m eighteen. Only one of us is old enough to be adventuring.” Hines replies, smiling. “You look to young. You don’t even look like a woman yet.”
“She looks like she’s about my age,” Dante says, pursing her lips. *What are you doing out here, girl?”
“Don’t call me girl,” she spits at Dante through her teeth. “I’m on my way to Varrock. Where are you headed now?”
“We’re going to Varrock too. I’m sorry I called you that. What’s your name?” Hines asks.
“You’ll find out when we get to Varrock!” She says again, louder. “I’m cold.”
“Of course,” Hines says, standing up. “She must have slept through that storm. It was unnatural. Heavy snow for three hours, and twenty minutes later it’s as warm as a summer day!”
Atheana gasps. Twenty minutes? A summer day?
“What? It’s still cold out! How can you say it feels like a summer day?” she asks, her heart falling into her stomach.
Hines and Dante look at one another. Hines speaks first.
“I know a potion which might heal her. I have one of its components but I’m going to have to find a snapdragon herb and clean puddle to rinse it with. Move her towards the fire for me?”
Dante takes her by the shoulders.
“I’ll keep an eye on her. She needs to be warm at the fire.”

12-Aug-2013 05:03:56

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She struggles as he drags her slowly across the forest floor, but her twisting and jerking is fruitless in the depth of her weakness. She feels the blazing heat of the fire on her skin. She drifts slowly asleep, watching the huge tribal man remove one of her arrows, and taking a knife out to clean its imperfection. She doesn’t have the strength to protest, but she’ll let him have it when she’s better… She can fend for herself…
She awakens as Hines is lifting her head to meet a vial. She sips it down, despite its horrid taste. Time passes and the pair introduces themselves properly. They decide to travel to Varrock together, agreeing that her route would be the least dangerous, and that the rest of the three week trip would be completely safe if they joined forces…
They began the rest of their journey, and they reached the great city, and the remaining forces of the defeated Bandos marched on the land of Misthalin… they would soon begin another journey, the three of them together…

12-Aug-2013 05:04:10

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-End of Prologue-

Thanks for reading this far! Please leave any comments you feel could be constructive! If you express interest in my story and would like me to read through yours (or some of yours) feel free to direct me to it!

I hope to write more soon.
Thank you!

12-Aug-2013 05:06:20

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