Alton looked a bit surprised, and Sistine just looks surprised that I know her name. however, she puts her hand on the hilt of her knife.
“Who are you,” Sistine says.
“Bella Anderson,” I lie.
“You’re lying,”says Alton.
“She’s lying, Sistine. Her real name is Naidia Lorea Mickleson. Bella Anderon is her alias,”says Alton. I scowl at him.
“Naidia, why are you here,” Alton asks me.
“Why would I tell you? Besides, you leading this and it being totally unfair is why I’m here in the first place!”
“So, Miss Sistine Machiavelli, where are you from ,”I ask.
We stay silent for a bit, Sistine and I just looking at each other, and Alton staring at his feet.
“W-We should get moving,” stutters Alton. He and Sistine started walking ahead, but I quickly catch up to him. We stay silent for a bit. Then I start humming. Force of habit. I only do it when I’m bored, or when I’m walking, namely with who I don’t really talk to. So, I guess I do that at meetings.
Sistine has mainly kept to herself. I think she’s just scared. I guess I would be too, if I was in her place. Well, I have been in her place before, sort of.
A young Naidia stands by her brother, Ben, while he watches his sister Lorela train. Naidia is hiding behind Ben.
“Naidia, she won’t hate you or hurt you. You’re her younger sister ;she’ll just be kind. She won’t hurt you, I promise,” says Ben.
“How do I know that? You or her could just be waiting to hurt me. Besides, she has that weapon,” Naidia said. She wanted to say more, but that was all the English she spoke, minus her name.
“She won’t hurt you, I promise.”
Lorela saw Ben and waved to him, then looked at Naidia. Her face changed a bit, then it contorted into a big smile. She waved to Naidia, and headed out of the room.
“Hello Ben. Who is this,” Lorela said.
“Lorela, this is Naidia. Our sister,” says Ben.
Naidia waves at Lorela, and smiles.
“Nice to meet you, Naidia. I’m Lorela. Ben- Wait, Ben. Can she even speak English??”
“Some English. Not much. I don’t know if she understands us.”
I look ahead. Alton and Sistine are ahead of me, WAY ahead. I must’ve stopped. That doesn’t happen often. Odd. I start running to catch up to them…and slam into a tree. OWWWW.
“Naid, are you alright,” asks Alton.
“Yes. I just-“
“We should stop. Are you sure you’re alright,”asks Alton.
Sistine sees that we are stopping, and jogs over to us.
“We’re stopping,”she asks.
I get up to move, and feel something trailing down my leg. Blood. From a scratch on my leg. Odd. Alton must’ve seen the blood, because he gives me a bandage.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“Welcome,” he says. Our faces get a bit closer, with me on the ground, and Alton trying to bandage my leg.
“What are you two doing ,”asks Sistine.
“She was bleeding,”says Alton quickly. He nods at me, gives me the bandage, smiles, and walks over to Sistine. They start talking, and I can’t hear them.
I’m still suspicious of Sistine. That girl and Alton have seemed to be more friendly then normal. Well, more friendly then he is to Marnie, Leon’s sister. Marnie, who is also a thief. Odd. Maybe Sistine managed to get some sense into him. I hope she did; that’d make life so much easier. Besides, I have tried to get sense into Alton. Sistine, however, is actually close to his age, while I’m 15. Alton’s 20. That gets annoying after a while, especially when he tries to remind me 24/7, 365 days a year. Or so I think. I have only been a Guard Captain for a few months. However, Alton and Lorela were good friends, so I met him when I was 12.
A red haired, green-eyed, tan man walks out of the room that Lorela was just in.
“Captain Lorela, who is this,” he asks.
“Alton, this is Naidia. She doesn’t speak English, so I don’t know if she can understand us. She’s my sister,” says Lorela.
Alton crouches down, takes one of Naidia’s hands, and gently squeezes it.
“Nice to meet you Miss Naidia. I’m Alton,” he says gently.
Naidia waves her other hand at him.
“Alton, she’s twelve, according to Ben, and she still doesn’t speak enough English to understand a teacher here. That’s a bit worrisome. You have any ideas,” asks Lorela.
“I do know ,” says Naidia.
“She speaks,” says Ben.
“Oh, just shut it Ben,” says Lorela.
“Well, you could always give her private lessons before you send her off to a school. Or she could just pick up bits and pieces of English, then give her lessons. I could teach her, if you’re too busy,” says Alton.
“Alton, you really would? That’d be great,” says Lorela.
“I could also teach her how to handle a weapon. Or I could teach her patience, if she’s anything like her older sister,” says Alton. He playfully nudges Lorela’s shoulder.
“You could teach her either of those. Besides, I’m not impatient, I just like to do things quickly,” says Lorela.
“What ever you say, Captain,” says Alton.
I laugh a bit. Alton has taught me something: That the best situations are when you and your Lieutenant are old friends. That might make the envoy a bit more bearable. Although, it’s only Alton, Sistine, and I. That should make it easier. Well, and Elena, if she ever shows up.
I quickly scale a near-by tree, and scout from the branch. Forests, rivers, and a sun that is setting. A calm evening. Sistine and Alton are down below, trying to sort things out. I just stay up in the tree. It’s quieter in the tree. However, there are birds. A lot of birds.
I hop down from the branches, and land, almost falling on my knees.
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