The Past is the Key
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Kyntra
A chilling breeze brushed against my bare skin startling me awake. Sitting up I looked around to find myself in the south side of the cattle field, only a quarter of a mile from the Laro Woods. ‘Odd’ I thought to myself as I stood and dusted myself off. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to better wake myself, then started off towards the barn, which was closed, keeping the cattle outside, vulnerable to an attack by the Nazira.
The white moon was high set above me, the violet moon just above the tree line to the east as I started walking to the barn. I wandered to the doors and I tried to open them, they would not budge, they seemed to be locked from the inside. “Oh come on!” I whispered to myself, the lightly kicked the door, making a face at it. “Humph!” I walked to the side door, silently swung it open and crept inside. White moonlight fell through the cracks in the sides of the barn, giving me just enough to see a shadowy figure lying in the middle of the barn floor.
I found a cattle prod next to the door, grabbed it and further entered the barn, slowly making my way to the sleeping figure. An arm wrapped around my chest, hand resting on my right shoulder, and the coolness of a blade found its place on the left of my neck, ready to spill my blood. “Don’t move” cooed a light voice in her ear, I was held tight against the perpetrators body.
“Doesn’t look like I have a choice, now do I?” I dropped the cattle prod and leaned into the man, “do you always hold a knife to a ladies throat?”
“Just ladies who are going to hit me with a cattle prod,” he quietly said in my ear. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, the hand on my left shoulder loosened, the knife left my neck, and I was released. I turned around slowly to look at the mans’ face, surprised to find not a man, but a boy, one of whom was my own age.
“Wh-” I was cut short by a screech from outside, one that could only belong to the Nazira. “By the love of the seven kingdoms,” I scoffed under my breath as I ran to the large barn doors, I could feel the rumble of the cattle as they scattered outside, trying to stay alive. I couldn’t move fast enough, the large fortifying log was in place, and the damn thing was heavy.
I breathed in deeply, and began to slide the log to the left to release the doors; the boy was by my side pushing in an instant. A gurgling scream of a cow could be heard just outside the door; air rushed through the slightest cracks and under the doors as the Nazira flapped its mighty wings. I pushed against the door to swing it outward, it wasn’t easy to open with the cattle pressed against it, but with the boys help the doors opened, allowing the fear crazed cattle to stampede in.
As soon as the last cow rampaged in, I my pushed my door closed staying on the outside while the boy pulled his in closed. I heard the log scrap along the door to keep them closed. I sighed in relief, and rested my head on the door, smiling to myself, “Only lost one.”
The inward joy of saving the cattle was short lived, for right behind me was the beast, its warm breath incasing me in the smell of its fresh kill. I froze up, only barely able to turn around to face the beast; I wanted to look into its eyes, like my father had, when it killed me. Curiosity and intrigue danced in the eyes of the beast, its lizard mouth dripped with blood, its feathered wing stained dark red, its claws still held the flesh of a cow.
The beast stood for a few moments, eyeing me, then turned and dashed off, leaping into the air and catching the breeze with its wings, soaring ever higher, ever further above the trees, till it was out of sight. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, slumped against the wooden door, and stared at the sky.
“You coming in?” two knocks on the door awoke her from her stupor; I shook my head in disbelief, and stumbled to the side door. Upon entering, my favorite cow was near the door, she came over and licked my arms and face, “glad you made it Jasmin,” I patted her neck, and smiled at her.
“Jasmin? You named your cow?” The boy had a mocking tone to the question, I ignored his questions.
“Why did you lock my cows out? Why are you in my barn?” I kept looking at Jasmin and not at him. I kept brushing my hand along her neck, I could feel her anxiety, as if it was my own, I also felt happiness from her at seeing me.
“I did not lock the cattle out, and I don’t remember preparing my bed in the middle of the barn floor either, I just woke and the cattle was gone, I was in the middle of the barn, and the doors were locked. I heard you not a moment after I awoke at the large doors, and,” he grunted as he pushed a cow aside to get closer to the side door, “I thought you were here to kill me, so I snuck up on you and grabbed you.”
I looked at him then, examining him, he was tall, brown eyed, dark short hair, light colored skin and it seemed a hint of a smile always danced on his pale lips. He wore a dirty white shirt, very dark colored pants; a leather satchel was slung over his left shoulder, and he looked exhausted, though there was something about his physique that made him kind of handsome.
I sighed, “you look exhausted, come with me, I have a spare room in the house, you can stay there the night.” I shook my head, patted Jasmin, turned and left the barn, closing the door after the boy. “Does the boy have a name?” I asked, nonchalantly, as I started up the path to the house.
“He does, it is Castiel. Does the lady have a name?” Castiel walked beside me, he kept starring up at the moons.
“I do, my name is Kyntra. What brings you to these parts of the country?” I picked up a stick along the way and swung it into the grass.
“I’m on a quest,” he said with a yawn.
“A quest? Way out here? Whatever for?” I looked at him, eyebrow cocked in a question.
“I’d rather not say at this time.” He looked at me for a brief second, before he stopped and looked ahead.
I looked in front of me, nearly running into the fence gate. I unlatched it and swung it away from me, stepped into the yard, and closed it behind Castiel. “Fallow me, I’ll show you your room,” I smiled at him briefly, then fallowed the path to the door, entering the house and took Castiel upstairs, second door to the right, stepping into the room.
“There are spare clothes in the chest at the end of the bed, water basin the left, dresser to the right, and extra blankets under the clothes in the chest.” I grabbed the lamp next to the door and lit it with a match. I pointed to the door across from his and said, “That is my room, if you need anything, just knock,” then I turned and pointed at the dresser, “leave your dirty clothes there, I’ll take care of them in the morning.”
I handed him the lamp, turned and started to leave the room, “Thank you.” I stopped for a brief moment in the doorway, smiled to myself, and then left the room, entering my own.
I closed my door and leaned against it, my hands behind my back. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and slowly let go of my breath. “What an odd night,” I whispered, then jumped into bed and pulled the covers over me, allowing sleep take me away, and for the first time since my father died, I dreamt.
A chilling breeze brushed against my bare skin startling me awake. Sitting up I looked around to find myself in the south side of the cattle field, only a quarter of a mile from the Laro Woods. ‘Odd’ I thought to myself as I stood and dusted myself off. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to better wake myself, then started off towards the barn, which was closed, keeping the cattle outside, vulnerable to an attack by the Nazira.
The white moon was high set above me, the violet moon just above the tree line to the east as I started walking to the barn. I wandered to the doors and I tried to open them, they would not budge, they seemed to be locked from the inside. “Oh come on!” I whispered to myself, the lightly kicked the door, making a face at it. “Humph!” I walked to the side door, silently swung it open and crept inside. White moonlight fell through the cracks in the sides of the barn, giving me just enough to see a shadowy figure lying in the middle of the barn floor.
I found a cattle prod next to the door, grabbed it and further entered the barn, slowly making my way to the sleeping figure. An arm wrapped around my chest, hand resting on my right shoulder, and the coolness of a blade found its place on the left of my neck, ready to spill my blood. “Don’t move” cooed a light voice in her ear, I was held tight against the perpetrators body.
“Doesn’t look like I have a choice, now do I?” I dropped the cattle prod and leaned into the man, “do you always hold a knife to a ladies throat?”
“Just ladies who are going to hit me with a cattle prod,” he quietly said in my ear. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, the hand on my left shoulder loosened, the knife left my neck, and I was released. I turned around slowly to look at the mans’ face, surprised to find not a man, but a boy, one of whom was my own age.
“Wh-” I was cut short by a screech from outside, one that could only belong to the Nazira. “By the love of the seven kingdoms,” I scoffed under my breath as I ran to the large barn doors, I could feel the rumble of the cattle as they scattered outside, trying to stay alive. I couldn’t move fast enough, the large fortifying log was in place, and the damn thing was heavy.
I breathed in deeply, and began to slide the log to the left to release the doors; the boy was by my side pushing in an instant. A gurgling scream of a cow could be heard just outside the door; air rushed through the slightest cracks and under the doors as the Nazira flapped its mighty wings. I pushed against the door to swing it outward, it wasn’t easy to open with the cattle pressed against it, but with the boys help the doors opened, allowing the fear crazed cattle to stampede in.
As soon as the last cow rampaged in, I my pushed my door closed staying on the outside while the boy pulled his in closed. I heard the log scrap along the door to keep them closed. I sighed in relief, and rested my head on the door, smiling to myself, “Only lost one.”
The inward joy of saving the cattle was short lived, for right behind me was the beast, its warm breath incasing me in the smell of its fresh kill. I froze up, only barely able to turn around to face the beast; I wanted to look into its eyes, like my father had, when it killed me. Curiosity and intrigue danced in the eyes of the beast, its lizard mouth dripped with blood, its feathered wing stained dark red, its claws still held the flesh of a cow.
The beast stood for a few moments, eyeing me, then turned and dashed off, leaping into the air and catching the breeze with its wings, soaring ever higher, ever further above the trees, till it was out of sight. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, slumped against the wooden door, and stared at the sky.
“You coming in?” two knocks on the door awoke her from her stupor; I shook my head in disbelief, and stumbled to the side door. Upon entering, my favorite cow was near the door, she came over and licked my arms and face, “glad you made it Jasmin,” I patted her neck, and smiled at her.
“Jasmin? You named your cow?” The boy had a mocking tone to the question, I ignored his questions.
“Why did you lock my cows out? Why are you in my barn?” I kept looking at Jasmin and not at him. I kept brushing my hand along her neck, I could feel her anxiety, as if it was my own, I also felt happiness from her at seeing me.
“I did not lock the cattle out, and I don’t remember preparing my bed in the middle of the barn floor either, I just woke and the cattle was gone, I was in the middle of the barn, and the doors were locked. I heard you not a moment after I awoke at the large doors, and,” he grunted as he pushed a cow aside to get closer to the side door, “I thought you were here to kill me, so I snuck up on you and grabbed you.”
I looked at him then, examining him, he was tall, brown eyed, dark short hair, light colored skin and it seemed a hint of a smile always danced on his pale lips. He wore a dirty white shirt, very dark colored pants; a leather satchel was slung over his left shoulder, and he looked exhausted, though there was something about his physique that made him kind of handsome.
I sighed, “you look exhausted, come with me, I have a spare room in the house, you can stay there the night.” I shook my head, patted Jasmin, turned and left the barn, closing the door after the boy. “Does the boy have a name?” I asked, nonchalantly, as I started up the path to the house.
“He does, it is Castiel. Does the lady have a name?” Castiel walked beside me, he kept starring up at the moons.
“I do, my name is Kyntra. What brings you to these parts of the country?” I picked up a stick along the way and swung it into the grass.
“I’m on a quest,” he said with a yawn.
“A quest? Way out here? Whatever for?” I looked at him, eyebrow cocked in a question.
“I’d rather not say at this time.” He looked at me for a brief second, before he stopped and looked ahead.
I looked in front of me, nearly running into the fence gate. I unlatched it and swung it away from me, stepped into the yard, and closed it behind Castiel. “Fallow me, I’ll show you your room,” I smiled at him briefly, then fallowed the path to the door, entering the house and took Castiel upstairs, second door to the right, stepping into the room.
“There are spare clothes in the chest at the end of the bed, water basin the left, dresser to the right, and extra blankets under the clothes in the chest.” I grabbed the lamp next to the door and lit it with a match. I pointed to the door across from his and said, “That is my room, if you need anything, just knock,” then I turned and pointed at the dresser, “leave your dirty clothes there, I’ll take care of them in the morning.”
I handed him the lamp, turned and started to leave the room, “Thank you.” I stopped for a brief moment in the doorway, smiled to myself, and then left the room, entering my own.
I closed my door and leaned against it, my hands behind my back. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and slowly let go of my breath. “What an odd night,” I whispered, then jumped into bed and pulled the covers over me, allowing sleep take me away, and for the first time since my father died, I dreamt.
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