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kajarainbow) wrote2003-01-28 05:26 am
kajarainbow) wrote2003-01-28 05:26 am
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Mighty Girl
I was hiking with a friend toward this particular house, when we heard sounds. It seemed to us that there were something following us. Naturally, this made us nervous. We trekked on, and the bushes rustled. I began to cross this tiny little bridge, and it broke. I fell, but my fall was stopped. I looked up and saw a bruised, silent girl of the age of 12. She had grabbed me, and now she pulled me up with unusual strength.
This girl turned out... strange. At any rate, she took us to the house, and there we met her, I think, adopted (or perhaps her real family). They screamed at her and called her names and abused her. Apparently they felt she was some outside thing.
So I took her and left. We ended up on a journey across the land, and many things happened, but I do not remember much of them. However, the girl proved more and more to have uncanny ability, especially for her age. She did many things, and beat many adults.
We were staying in a lot of castles, and this knight that had formerly been my friend decided that we were being too soft. So he decided to kill us. As we approached the sea (which later turned into a pool), he came up to us, talked about us wallowing in decadent luxuries, and then attacked. His sword broke on my skin. Frustrated, he swung again, and the remaining length snapped off.
My travels with the girl had... done something to me. I remember lowering him into the pool and then telling him (for I had been a poet at one of the castles—just one of the many enriching experiences the girl had brought me) that he could not kill a poet. Our poetry makes us immortal.
Now, we had to deal with some quite competitive people. The little girl defeated them with ease. One man, perhaps the knight, challenged her to a swimming race, to the other end of the pool and back. She won. An ex-wive of mine or something was talking to me and being nasty, then she decided to challenge the girl to the swimming race. The girl won. And I remember looking at the ex-wive, turning away, and then turning back to notice her gone.
We had done many things, and I gained a sense that the little girl would leave soon—her time was coming soon. So, as she accepted her final challenge, from a girl of Korean origin that I knew in high school, I swam after them. As soon as the little girl had won, I told her that I would swim with her. So we set out to the other end of the pool, and as soon as we reached it, we were never seen again.
This girl turned out... strange. At any rate, she took us to the house, and there we met her, I think, adopted (or perhaps her real family). They screamed at her and called her names and abused her. Apparently they felt she was some outside thing.
So I took her and left. We ended up on a journey across the land, and many things happened, but I do not remember much of them. However, the girl proved more and more to have uncanny ability, especially for her age. She did many things, and beat many adults.
We were staying in a lot of castles, and this knight that had formerly been my friend decided that we were being too soft. So he decided to kill us. As we approached the sea (which later turned into a pool), he came up to us, talked about us wallowing in decadent luxuries, and then attacked. His sword broke on my skin. Frustrated, he swung again, and the remaining length snapped off.
My travels with the girl had... done something to me. I remember lowering him into the pool and then telling him (for I had been a poet at one of the castles—just one of the many enriching experiences the girl had brought me) that he could not kill a poet. Our poetry makes us immortal.
Now, we had to deal with some quite competitive people. The little girl defeated them with ease. One man, perhaps the knight, challenged her to a swimming race, to the other end of the pool and back. She won. An ex-wive of mine or something was talking to me and being nasty, then she decided to challenge the girl to the swimming race. The girl won. And I remember looking at the ex-wive, turning away, and then turning back to notice her gone.
We had done many things, and I gained a sense that the little girl would leave soon—her time was coming soon. So, as she accepted her final challenge, from a girl of Korean origin that I knew in high school, I swam after them. As soon as the little girl had won, I told her that I would swim with her. So we set out to the other end of the pool, and as soon as we reached it, we were never seen again.