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Karma Hates Me... part 3

Kiarrah led me down the thin deer trail, a comfortable silence between us. Eventually, we came to large wooden gates. Two men—I’m guessing guards—stood at the top in stations, which were probably a little more than 5 man-heights* tall. Kiarrah saluted to the guards and yelled something out in I’m guessing the same language her brother had spoken earlier. The guards nodded and the gates opened, the sound of chains against each other telling me they were   more...worked by pulleys.

Once inside the gates, I was astonished. I had figured there would be wooden huts and a relatively small population. Instead, I saw a bustling population and, by the brightly-colored banners and canopies, a busy market. The houses were easily two stories, and were made of a smooth, light tan stone.

“Micah’s stall is a bit farther ahead, but I figured you’d want to eat something first,” Kiarrah stated, breaking our silence. “There’s a good bakery over there.” She signaled to the left with her head, turned and picked up her pace, causing me to trip a little. Ducking under the burgundy canopy, we walked (rather she walked, I hobble-jumped) up to the counter. The girl working behind it looked up, a small smile gracing her face, though worry crossing her eyes.

“Hey Laure, three sourdough rolls if you may,” Kiarrah said. Laure nodded and turned towards the ovens. Another man walked in from the back door, and by the scowl that darkened Kiarrah’s features, he was not a friend. “What the HELL are you doing here?!” he yelled.

Kiarrah smirked, “Nice to see you, too, Theo.” Theo glared at her, “You haven’t answered my question.” Kiarrah sighed and rolled her eyes. Pulling away from me, she left me to stand on my own. “Truly, I don’t give a flying –“ “Kiarrah, please,” Laure said quietly, “I don’t need a fight here.” Kiarrah looked exasperated, “Frick.” I could only watch silently. Laure placed the rolls wrapped in a napkin on the counter, and Kiarrah tossed a couple coins to her, balanced me on her shoulder, and dragged me behind her out of the stall.  less

Karma Hates Me by, my friend, Kirstin

part 1
I staggered though the thick forest, not minding the small cuts that were now being torn across my arms and legs. I had but one notion impounded into my head. Run, and keep running.
Vaulting over a fallen tree, I ended up spralled on the forest floor. Cursing, I got up and started at a run again, just to pitch forward and onece again end up on the ground. My left ankle was sprained. I knew it'd hurt when my adrenaline rush died,   more...but now I only wanted to get back up and continue in a lopsided run. Karma hates me. Though this isn't quite as interesting as what I did to get into this craphole of a mess.
Turns out, cussing a royal guard is NOT, in fact, a good idea, mainly when you are armed with only a short dagger while these guards are armed to the teeth with swords, daggers, axes, I think one had a warhammer. Damn, I'm so screwed if someone doesn't show up. And given my luck in the past hour, no one will show up.
Up ahead, just twenty feet away was a large cliff. I truely have no idea what's at the bottom of the cliff, but I believe I'm about to find out. Frankly, what these guards could do to me sounds a lot worse than whatever the hell could be at the bottom of a cliff. I don't stop running when I reach the end of the cliff. About thirty feet below is a river, and by the dark blue it is, I'm guessing(hoping) it's deep.
I splash into the water, surfacing seconds later. Looking up, I spot the guards and flip them off before swimming up to the shore. Once there, the feeling of things going from bad to worse comes along and hits me in my psyche. Of course that's mere milliseconds before I'm swooped up and turned upside down, hanging from my (thank God) right ankle. Sighing, I cross my arms across my chest and wait, hoping that whoever comes along will let me free, maybe give my something to eat.
Yah, karma hates me.

part 2
"Hm, whah?" The feeling of being poked in the forehead woke me up from my slee-- wait, I fell asleep upside-down? Oh well, I open my eyes to come face to face with a large, gruff-looking person in front of me.
"Ah, you alive, yes?" He asked me. Okay, so he's not that bright. "Yah, I'm pretty sure I'm alive. I'm breathing, I have a pulse, I'm alive." He pulled out a dagger and in a swift movement of his arm, he cut the rope. I fall and land none-to-gently on my spine.
"Boy, follow me. Your ankle is sprained." I could of hit him and yelled profanities, but my common sense has reared its head again so I kept my mouth shut. I stand up, slightly wavering from having no weight on my legs for God-knows how long. The man raised an eyebrow and yelled something to someone behind him in a language I didn't understand. A girl jumped down from the branches above.
"You'll have to excuse my brother. Him and gentle are never said within the same breath. Name's Kiarrah, by the way, and my brother is Kovu." She spoke fluently, her words like silk. She grabbed my arm and flung it over her shoulder, allowing me to keep weight off my screwed ankle. "And you are?"
I have to admit I was surprised, it's been a long time since someone has asked my name, or aknowledged my existence. " I'm Jack."
"Alright Jack," she said calmly, and then started walking. "You hungry?" I nodded. "Kovu, can you check the other traps? I'm gonna take him to Micah and have his ankle checked out," she called to her brother. He nodded and ran off.
"Who's Micah?" I asked. "A doctor and a close friend of mine."
Joy, I frickin' hate doctors.  less

yes, ok. so the dance last nite was fun! i got in at like 8... after standing in LINE for a half hour. and i stayed at the dance with my friend Teri till bout 11:30. it was fun. it was also funny seein all these people freak dancin wit each other & gettin busted!
speakin of funny: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/316541 :my brother showed me that...

HELLO! i'm just bored... sorry.
i found this on photobucket... dont u love it. ok
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