This is the POV I was going to send.
“Apparently I’m really trying to kill myself today,” I mumble.
“Yeah, you are. Better get used to it,” says Alton.
“Oh, shut it. Besides, you haven’t had to put up with people who actually try to kill you, and do it for a living.”
“Oh, but I have. Do you remember the war?”
“As much as I don’t want to, I still do.”
Sistine seemed to have caught on to our bickering, and she was listening. Huh.
“I think I’m starting to like Sistine,” I say.
“Yeah. She’s at least bearable, unlike some people.”
“Shut it. Besides, you’ve known me for about 2 months, and I find you the least bearable person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met some very unbearable people.”
“I really have.”
“Name two people, minus myself.”
“Ok. One, Beth, Regina’s secretary. Two, Nathaniel, who is a friend of Marnie.”
“I named 2 people. I win.”
“Fine. Swordfighting practice?”
“With Sistine watching?”
I get up and finish wrapping the bandage around my leg. Alton helps me up, then drops my arm. He’s still wary of..that. Well, I still am. I have a very good reason to still be afraid.
I quickly unsheathe my sword, and Alton does the same. I tap his sword, and he does the same. We fall into a normal position, and Sistine watches us as we do. It’s quite easy, Alton’s really the only person I’ve played against that knows more then I have. Most of the guards are better with pikes, or something such as that. They almost always rely on strength. I rely on quickness and cleverness. However, that’s almost always because I’m the smallest.
Then, Alton drops his sword. Odd. He turns around, and looks at something. I look over his shoulder, which is a bit hard. He’s a lot taller then I am.
A bird. A big bird, one that has a paper with him. Who could’ve…wait! That’s the bird Leon and I use to communicate! Odd, what’s it doing here? Well, Alton and Sistine just can’t see. Technically it’s against the law for someone(Such as a noble) to be married to someone lower in social status. Or to be in love. I really don’t like that law. Leon has never been one for that law, and I think a lot of people don’t like it. That rules out a lot of things.
The bird sees me, and I wave toward me. Leon and I had named the bird, and we had named it Clev. Clev as in clever.
A 14-year old Naidia and a 15-year old Leon have a little baby bird. A little bird that has a broken wing.
“We should take care of it. However, what should we name it,” says Leon.
The bird shakes a bit.
"Clever.And for a nickname, we can call it CLev. I mean, it had the cleverness to stay alive,” says Naidia.
“I like it.
It is interesting how much English one person can learn within a year. Naidia had learned a considerable amount. However, one of the main reasons she had learned so much English was because of the nightmares.
". Come on, Naidia. We should leave. Bring the bird.”
“Come on, my girl.”
I shiver. Clev was the reason Leon and I got along. Clev was the reason we met. I owe so much to that little bird.
Clev lands on my hand, and nudges me with her beak. I pet her, and take the letter from her. It says:
I got the letter. Why are you following him? You know once he finds out, you’re dead. You know when you should run; you were gifted with this. Don’t trust anyone, namely him. You know better. What would Lorela do?? Think.
Clev, the bird, says hello.
Ok, so what he is telling me is not to trust anyone. Well, I do trust him. I don’t trust Sistine. Or Alton, but I have my reasons. I have reasons for many things, many of which are not important.
“Naidia. Are you in there,” says Alton.
“Yes, just a bit distracted. The letter was from Leon, by the way. If you didn’t know.”
“Well, I didn’t know. Thank you so, so much.” That was sarcasm. Alton and I have a lot of sarcasm. It’s one of our best ways of communicating. Or German. Or Swelvornskian. Both of my native languages. In Swelvornsky, we spoke Swelvornskian and German. It was hard to learn English, but I learned it. Leon taught me a bit, Alton taught me a bit, Lorela taught me a bit, and Ben taught me a lot. It was a circle of learning, in my early Redwater years.
I quickly scribble back a response:
I know not to trust anyone. We’ve been over this before. Besides, I did this of my own free will. He’s already found out; I’m still alive now. Lorela would support it; standing up for what’s right. Apart from my gift of knowing when I should run, I also know when I should trust people. And I was gifted with musical ability. So, just don’t underestimate me.
-Naid, your me.
He always used to call me his , especially now. I guess I am like a baby bird. Maybe not all the time, but most of the time.
He called me his girl, because he knew I wouldn’t let anyone lay a claim to my heart, but yet he did. I always found it odd. He always found it odd. It was a circle of odd.
I give the paper to Clev, and pat her on the head.
“Do you need something to eat,” I ask her.
She nods her head at me. I give her a little leaf, for her to bite.
“Alton, I’m going to go find Clev some food. Be back soon,” I say.
I start to walk into the woods. Clev hoots at me, and I pet her beak. She sits on my wrist. It’s a bit normal, like how Leon and I would always take care of her, or when we would bring her into the woods.
A young Naidia-about 14- races into the woods, followed by Leon.
“Bet you can catch me!”
“Bet I can!”
They run, laughing as they reach the forest.
“You know, having a baby bird is going to be fun,” says Leon.
“Namely when you have named the bird Clever.”
Why am I even thinking about this? This will only make me hurt more. This is just to distract me, I tell myself. To keep me from wondering even more.
Is Regina alright? Is Elena alright? Does Ben know where I am? Leon knows, but has he told Marnie? Is Redwater alright? Is..arrgh. I must stop thinking. It’ll only get worse. Like my nightmares.
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