Th
is was really getting weird. My mind was still foggy, I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know who the red head was until Daniel told me, I didn’t know what I was doing in that place, but for some reason I knew Daniel… What was going on? I stood up once again in a daze and stared at the mirror in confusion. “Hey, look at this. It looks like another picture…” he suddenly turned pale and dropped the picture on the floor. I kneeled back down and picked it up curious to see what had frightened him so much. I looked and immediately I noticed that it was DANIEL in the picture wearing the same type of black cloak the other girl was… “What is this. Are you pulling a prank on me because it’s Friday the 13th?” it hadn’t occured to me until that moment what day it was “I swear I had nothing to do with this…” “Your face is hidden somewhat but I can tell that’s your face! Did you Photoshop this?” “Uh, no… look at it. There is no evidence of tampering!” “Oh, sure. Like I can tell!” I dropped the picture back into the chest and closed it shut. “I had enough of this. If you want to treat me like a little girl and play tricks on me then I’m leaving” “No, wait! I’m sorry… I swear it wasn’t…” “Bah, I’m too angry to talk to you right now” I started walking out when he grabbed me by the arm “No, really. I swear…” He looked into my eyes with an expression of mortification and desperation that I just couldn’t resist. I began to blush “Uh, ok fine…” I turned around quickly to avoid his look “Are you ok? You seem to be turning red. Do you have a fever?” He tried to touch my forehead but I kept smacking his hand away panicked “Uh, I’m fine. Leave me alone.” “Ok, but if you feel feint…” right at that moment I felt a wave rush through my body that totally drained me of all energy… as I became light headed I fell into His arms and all faded away…
I could hear a distorted sound of crackling… as I focused and things cleared a bit more I realized I was listening to the crackling of a fire. I could smell something roasting then I began to cough “COULD YOU FAN THE SMOKE IN ANOTHER DIRECTION!” I said as I quickly got up off the ground and pointed at the fire. “Well, you’re awake. I was worried for a second there we would have to sit in a nice pieceful quiet for the rest of the night…” Douglas said with a snicker “Stop being such a smart ass…” said Az as he pulled one of Douglas’ temple hairs out “OUCH!” “Serves you right, you incompetent bafoon!” All I could think of was how comical those two were toghether, it reminded me of some people but I couldn’t remember exactly who. I sat down near the fire away from the smoke to heat myself up. “Brrr, it’s so cold out tonight.” “I’m thinking you’ve never slept outside before, have you?” said Douglas as he passed me a branch with a piece of meat on it “For your information, no. I never had reason to…” “Believe me, the snowy season is coming up soon and then… THEN, you will feel true cold” I stared at him blankly as if he were a madman and bit into the meat. Only after a few seconds did I realize that the meat was quite hot and had scolded my tounge “Damnit… I burned my tounge again!” “You sure are clumsy… ehem, my lady” “You sure are SARCASTIC! I wonder how you haven’t taken flight as of yet, SIR” “My apologies, but I do not posess demonic powers…” he responded as he leered viciously “What is that suppose to mean??” I got up and threw the meat at his face “DAMN KID!” he stood up and pulled out his sword with meat juices still dripping from the side of his mouth “YOU REALLY ARE PISSING ME OFF!!” I stepped back and reached for my sword but it wasn’t there “I would think you’d check for your weapon BEFORE provoking someone into battle!” “Oh, jeez, I don’t need a weapon to deal with you…” in anger he rushed towards me and swung his sword at me “DOUGLAS! STOP THAT NOW!” Douglas could not hear Az’s voice as he screamed. Instinctively, I once again reached for my sword but this time pulled something out of nowhere… something blocked Douglas’ sword and as I opened my eyes, I realized in amazement that I was holding on to a two handed silver longsword with some sort of inscription on the blade. Oddly enough, I was holding it with one hand. Douglas leaped back shocked “What the hell is that?” I held the sword and swung it around “Hm, it’s pretty light…” Douglas put his sword away and said “Gimme that!” as he snatched the sword out of my hand. As soon as he did so he immediately fell forwar and the sword dug itself deep into the ground “WHAT THE! How’d you hold this thing!” Douglas struggled to pick the sword up as I giggled silently “What’s the problem, Doug? Can’t pick up a child’s plaything? Let me at it…” I pullet it from his hands and picked it up “See? As easy as taking candy from a baby…” “Oh, you think you’re cleaver, kid. You better make sure you have that sword under your pillow when you sleep!” “I would, if I thought I were threatened… ” Douglas grunted and sat back. I reached back from where I pulled out the sword and for some odd reason there was a scabbard. I put the sword back and it dissapeared. “Uh, weird…” “Nice, a concealed weapon. Is that even legal?” Douglas sneered.
