The smart, the skilled and the BRAVE

The monsters in the woods

As always, I woke up with the sun, but I was very confused to see the room around me. It most definitely was NOT the perfect room that I had slept in since practically birth.

I smiled. I was in Polislam... fighting for something worth fighting for. I sighed and lay on the bed... not my bed. I smiled and looked around the room.

I was in the house of Bravery, in her own room. I wonder how she would feel to know that fact. That a Prince had slept in her room.

Of course she would probably squeal and say that she was never getting rid of her sheets. I shook my head smiling and got out of the bed that had been way too small for me.

As rooms go the room was small, dirty and covered in pink. It was probably dirty because no one went into the room. The sisters of Bravery said that whenever they went in there they just thought of their little sister and them playing little childish games and they would become upset. So they had locked up the room and hadn't gone into it for around five years.

It was pink because apparently little Bravery had been obsessed with the color. When we had told her sisters, Skill and Genevieve that Bravery was still alive, they had been angry with the king, saying that he should have told them about the prophecy and that the prophets should not have been allowed to decide how she lived her life.

The king had agreed, but said that it all was in the past and we must look to the future. Wise words... the question was how?

A girl who might be unwilling to help the cause was coming here... to stop an entire massacre of a people she hadn't known since she was six... or was it five? Also the question was would she actually come.

I shook my head. It was messed up, what happened. That's all there was to it.

I got up and walked over to the small dresser and pulled out a shirt that had belonged to Bravery's father. I don't know how I felt about wearing a dead man's shirt... and pants apparently too... and belt.

I pulled on my own boots and strapped on the many weapons I had brought inside. I wondered if by the end of my stay here if this would become a habit for me to do. I hoped so. It would make me happy to bring a little piece of Polislam home.

I stretched out my shoulder muscles and rolled my head around to loosen up my neck. It cracked several times and I smiled, walking out of the room. I thought about my first day here.

Would I ever see Fern? I shook my head. Why did I think of Fern immediately. Cuz she was hot. Duh.

I looked at the ground and shook my head. The house was nicer than most of the houses here, big, open, and colorful... much better than the prophets' building.

I sighed and shook my head. That man had been worse than my father in many ways. I wondered if Fern liked him.

I walked out of the room and listened to the noises of the house, trying to make sure no one heard me as I left the building.

I wanted to see the forest one last time.