“I told you not to wake me up too early for training. “Bebe, is that you?” Stan asked, voice raspy and tired. He groaned and rubbed his eyes in annoyance, barely sitting upright before flicking on the lamp next to him. Stan awoke far earlier than usual that day, all thanks to a knock on his door. Stan turned his little head slowly, and on the opposite side of the stubby old tree, poked out a pointy ear and an orange curl. That is unless both of their breaths were perhaps synchronized. The breathing pattern of his own lungs was all Stan could hear as he slumped onto the nearest tree.īut, could it really be the only breathing pattern he heard? What if there was someone else breathing nearby? Of course not, Stan thought. Then it started fading.Īfter a minute or two, it was silent in the forest once more. Alas, the more and more he ran, the more the sound felt like it was coming from all angles. The tune had sincerity in it, and Stan could feel it in his heart. An elf couldn’t make something harmonic like that, even if it was to lure its victims towards it. He wasn’t worried about it being an elf, definitely not. Stan gave chase towards the location of the sound, determined to find the individual making it happen. The rhythm was melodic and soothing to Stan’s ears, of which were used to the arguments and tussles that came with being in the Youth Knight’s program. A whistle caught the boy’s attention, interrupting the fantasies clouding his head. Now he was expected to murder a vicious elf?Īlthough this experience was purely horrific, Randy would find it impressive. Randy had taken him hunting before and he could barely swat a mosquito. The Knight (in training) swallowed the lump in his throat. Now, Stan was becoming a bounty hunter himself, but instead of catching the thief of the week - He was on his way to behead an elf. Or at least he pretended that was the case. Stan’s father, Randy, was a notable bounty hunter, known for catching all sorts of things from disgusting creatures and specimens to rotten criminals and vigilantes.Īlthough his Father’s job didn’t allow him to return home often, it was important, so it didn’t bother Stan. Only his Mother and sister were home, anyways. Currently, Wendy, Tolkien and Clyde were creating some in depth distraction for the Marshwalker Family, to give him the opportunity to sneak off into the Enchanted Forest. Stan trotted through the woods in an uneasy manner, wooden sword dragging along the ground. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 16,627 Chapters: 8/? Comments: 115 Kudos: 103 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 1,443
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