Wednesday, September 7, 2005

   Sorry but I will have lots more soon. Last Prophet nex time. See you for the next one.
James 9



An open space of clouds had been swept away with the wicked forest that laid behind a farmer and two other humans that seemed not to be from around here.

A man stood still looking down at the path that was slowly fading as the lush green grass invited the new comers as the sun started to bring warmth to the three and also made James Strakeln look up at the sky. A few birds swooped up and down and moved through as if life was just a game of running around. But James didn’t notice that a buzzard came and dashed its wings and lurched its sharp claws using them like daggers to dig them in to their prey. The little helpless creature cried in its fear making James look down in pity.

The wagon halted to a stop squeaking making a couple of squirrels run and also making Julie hold her ears. James jumped off and then hopped in pain since he had forgotten that he had been bitten in the leg only a day ago.

Chris quickly opened the door rushing in to tidy the pile of junk that James had in there or so it looked.

As the two lovers walked in to the dirty and untidy house James noticed pictures on the bed and picked one up whilst Julie walked into the kitchen. On the back was a price of £12,210 which made James realise that maybe this guy was a bounty or after revenge from robbing thieves that stole something dear. All these thought arrived at James’ brain and at the same time it left out to make new ideas loop through into the compact 1 giga bite brain.

Chris walked in to see that the photo was out left on the bed in the room and hoped that James hadn’t seen it as he had hidden behind the door away from the Bounty.

As Chris left James walked into the kitchen and looked at Julie as the boiling water on the fire was starting to heat up. Chris finally walked in and started to ask question about something as if it was an investigation.

“So, James. I know what you know,” he whispered low enough so that James could only hear him. He looked back puzzled.

“I have no idea what your on about! Are you crazy?” asked James still trying to hide all the facts that he knew.

“I think you do. Someone going to have to do this job for me,” said Chris calmly sitting down on his furry chairs that looked like they were made out of bears. This made him jump on his feet.

“When you think about it these people who have been trying to nick my belongings won’t get away that easily,” whispered Chris looking at Julie as well as looking out to the garden.

James relaxed as his thoughts were not so true. He sat back in the chair and looked over to an electric fence that had been absolutely trashed and demolished compared to a regular fence. Someone had been trying a force entry on the man’s home.

“I think you’ll be right for the job to make sure they don’t get in and to capture them. If you do I’ll have the money to clear your name with the Officers,” whispered Chris silently and making sure the last part was heard correctly.

“I’m wanted by the police?!” shouted James also asking Chris whilst Julie jumped off her feet and fell to the floor giving a signal of pain from her bum. She got back up and looked from James to Chris that looked at James ashamed.

“If you don’t do this then they’ll come for you and Julie,” whispered Chris when Julie looked back and carried on her staring competition with the fire.

James looked over at Julie and then back at Chris. He sighed, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

James walked out and then looked at the field where the thieves had tried to get in. The large fencing was all rusted and looked like it had been done for a purpose.

James looked down at his ragged trousers that had been covered with blood from the incident when the wolves attacked. That was when he remembered that his job slip was in the pocket that got torn to shreds by the savage beasts that pursued them. Shrugging his shoulders he walked back in and drew his sword. Chris moved him over to a huge barn that looked like it had been polished neatly and had been looked after with great care.

“This is where you and Julie will be sleeping,” he said proud of his accomplishment of the great and detailed work.

“But where am I suppose to train?” asked James leaning on the great sword and looking around.

“Inside,” Chris answered, “and wait until tonight. If you hear even the slightest peek use this piece of string and I’ll follow you.”

Chris held up the other end of the string that James now held and it was relaxed softly against his finger. James just walked straight through to the luxurious inside of it followed by Julie who wanted to go to sleep right away.

The evening was dark as shadows passed the trees and as wolves howled the night the faint sound of the ticking of crickets was distantly keeping James awake. In the near by place the sound of a trickling stream was heard running water and pounds of fish jumping in the air like playing on a trampoline. A bat flew screeching its high pitch town and gliding swiftly with the wind only making the slightest noise before shooting off into the night again.

As the bat swooped away the faint noises soon disappeared as new noises erupted with the darkness.

The laughter of about twenty men could be heard slowly calming down and slowly walking steady. They creeped over the rusty fence making as little sound as possible until one tripped over a bucket full of water.

James opened his eyes and quickly pulled on the string that got Chris slowly awake.

James got up and pulled his sword close to him and crept against the wall looking back at Julie who seemed to be knocked out sleeping. James turned around and headed towards the guys.

A man with spiked blond hair was leading the rebel and he was in front of ten others.

One tall man was up near the barn smoking away like a chimney pot and blowing it straight into Strakeln’s face without realising it.

“It’s bad to smoke,” whispered James as the man whimpered with blood dripping down the throat and out of his mouth. Two men looked over and saw nothing. They looked at each other and just carried on.

One walked straight into the house where a large gulping noise was heard by most of the people with a rolling head towards the party leader.

“That Chris guy doesn’t want us to take it!” shouted the leaders voice that sounded familiar to James.

Another guy ran to the door and cut a long and sharp piece of dark string and ran further into the house.

He soon came rolling back with yet a head.

James ran for the nearest bloke and be-headed him as they all looked at him and ran. Daggers and other weapons were pulled out but James was faster and blocked the attacks before hitting them on their legs and stomachs.

The tallest of the lot was the leader who had been leading them for so long and yet he had still not been able to do the what he came to do.

His blond spiked up hair glowed softly in the moonlight that closed in and out of the horrendous night.

The leader brought two swords out and ran towards James who was holding off seven of the thieves.

James green eyes shot straight to the leader and he gave a sudden smirk to him before jumping in the air and cutting blood and spilling a sea of dieing heads that came off in a second.

James held his sword to his side and walked very slowly as the two short blades that the other man held started to glow a silver moon colour.

James looked at the glow and then lit his sword with his deadly flame that brought more light out into the darkness. James stared with his eyes locked at the same green eyes that locked him.

The young man (as James could figure out by his size) ran at him swinging his blades swiftly and waving his arms back and forth like a chicken until James had given up on blocking the boring attacks.

James drew his sword up and brought it down hitting the two blades to the ground. The spiky haired guy crawled back amused by his defeat.

James just carried his smirk and walked with his blade still lit with the essence of fire.

James lifted a face he recognised to well into the light and dropped him down in shock as his smirk quickly changed. James pulled his sword down and caught the man straight in the cloth of his ragged trousers. The man tried to move but was stuck.

“Why didn’t you tell me Christopher?” asked James shining the fire light in his face. The face looked almost identical to that of James. The only difference was the height, age and hair.

“Why should I tell my brother?” asked Christopher rising an eyebrow.

“Why! Because it was only seven years ago that the both of us saved this country together with the help of others!” shouted James as his brother just stared at him.

“That was years ago. You’ll be surprised by what has changed,” said Christopher looking down.

“So I take it you’ve changed your side!” James looked at Chris that stood in the doorway watching and then leaving to go back inside.

“Side! I never chose a side! Neither did you!” shouted Christopher trying to gain some ground.

“Then why were you here?” asked James taking his sword out from Christopher’s trousers.

“Do you remember Amy?” asked the Strakeln brother as James nodded, “Well I had a message that someone was going to kill her.”

James took the letter that was handed. James took Christopher inside the house and Chris and James piled the bodies onto a fire as James’ brother slept.

In the distance horse shoes could be heard galloping with the sound of a very angry officer swearing about the smell of fire. They coughed as Chief Ushi bellowed about how close they were to achieving their goal.


James looked down to his brother and there stared to the letter that had been given to him. He opened it up and then looked at writing that would never have been Amy’s. The blond haired Blacksmith’s daughter that they knew from long ago had always had tidy writing and never had a single mistake or scribble in it.

The letter read:

Christopher,

Hurry up and get a move on! I need your help! If you don’t get here now then they’ll kill me! They want the five million gold Ring. It’s only a matter of day’s now. You know where it is, get it for me and I’ll be safe.

This is the last letter, they want you to deliver it to the post in Graver City.

Amy

Very convincing letter, thought James ripping it up and then shaking his brother awake. Christopher jumped up and then stared at James relaxing and then lying back on the chair.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered to his brother glancing over at the other two who were sleeping.

“We’ve got to go!” shouted James picking him up quietly and then moving his way outside and diving into the trees hidden in the back.

“What are you doing?” asked Christopher in confusion and letting his hand go from the grip.

“The letters a fake. Amy doesn’t write like that. Only one person we both know does,” he moved over and close to the house as if to wave goodbye to Julie as if he was going to leave the world for a long time.

“Who?” asked the nosy brother before a flash of lightening hit the tree with gusts of wind blowing through the air. James looked up thinking he had seen something but when he glanced all he could see was shadows. He ran with his brother and then closed by the wood. Silence over took as James stopped by the edge of the forest and reaching up to the surface of a muddy mountain. The sun shined and as they looked back they could both see that the black clouds were placed there by someone and James is the only one who can remember who it is.

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