Tales of a Time Forgotten Book 1: Earth

~Chapter 3: A Friend for me and a Friend for you~

"... he just expects me to be the best twenty-four seven! I'm not really sure how much longer I can keep up with it!"

Sammi and Rory sat side by side on a large boulder, their feet dangling over the edge, Rory's kicking back and forth with his boundless energy.

"Have you ever tried talking to him?" He asked curiously, Sammi snorted.

"Wow! What a shocking idea if only I had thought of that sooner!" She said sarcastically. Rory, seeming to ignore her tone, tilted his head and stared blankly at Sammi's face.

"Well," He began, "have you?

Sammi opened her mouth to retort but stopped herself thinking back. She had talked to her dad about her training, and by talking she ment complaining. In truth Sammi had never sat down and had an honest conversation with her father, not for years in that case.

"Well, No." She finally answered hesitantly.

"I rest my case." Rory smiled, his young face lighting up.

It had only been a day since the two had first met and they had hit it off almost immediately after. Rory was cheery, patient, lovable, generous, and kind, he not only wanted to be Sammi's friend he wanted to listen to her and help her through her problems. It had been forever since Sammi had been able to let everything she had been bottling up out. Sure she had her mother, but Rory gave her a different kind of listening, one without her mothers motherly words, just a friend to listen to her problems and comfort her. Or joke about them in a friendly way, either was fine with her.

"Do you mind if I take more dried meat?" Rory asked, his hand already half into the little bag of meat Sammi had brought up for them to snack on.

"Nah, you can have as much as you want. I mean you're kinda skinny."

"Hey, you try living out here all by yourself!" He snorted while stuffing his face.

"I know. I was just saying." She glanced over at him, when something around his neck caught her eye.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at it. Rory looked down and grabbed the small object holding it up for her to see. It appeared to be a golden piece of metal, crafted into the shape of a bird, with its wings spread out on either side.

"Like it?" Rory asked "I've had it for as long as I can remember, not sure really where I got it, but I assume it must be from my parents. Isn't it pretty?"

"It is." Sammi agreed "Can I see it?" She held out her hand questionably, Rory hesitated a second, seeming to not want to part with this particular belonging. After making up his mind he slowly lifted it over his head and dropped it into Sammi outstretched hand.

"Be careful with it." He said consciously, as Sammi lifted it up into a better lighting. The bird was unlike any she had ever seen, even with its small stature a look of nobility was clear on its small face.

"Isn't it nice?" Rory stated fondly, taking it back.

"It is, do you know what kind of bird that is?" Sammi questioned.

"Nope." Rory said, putting the necklace back on "I think it's some kind of eagle, but I could be wrong. It's the only clue I have left of my family so I'm keeping it safe for when I find them." He tucked it below his collar and gave it a reassuring pat to make sure it was safe.

"You know," Sammi pondered, "my mom knows a lot about animals and family crests, she might be able to help if I take you to her."

"No way!" Rory retorted "There's no way I'd go into that city again! It's too tight and loud for my taste. Plus people always look at me weird!"