TW: Slaughter, weapons POV - Third Person ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Irene look! That fish changed color, and that one at that one! " Owen cheered as Irene tied the boat to a nearby tree, they had been separated from the rest of the group for a week now and Irene was covered in rubble and powder. She had spent several days mining underground, she had retrieved Iron, gold, and emeralds. The villagers liked the emeralds so she tried to "trade" with them. But it was more rip offs than bargaining. Most of the things they offered she could get by herself within a few days. Alas, after a few days in the village she realized most of the villages started to treat her terribly. Only the inns keep treated her the same as the day he had met her, and most towns folk began to turn on him. So they bid the sweet man goodbye and set sail again, he had given them one last gift before they left. A boat, big enough for two Irene's to fit in and wide enough for 5 cows to be stored. Irene would watch Owen wave ferociously at the man.
"Owen, we have to move further inland to avoid the waves. " Irene ordered, backing away from the water. Her feet were covered with boots but she didn't want to take chances. "Irene, can I ask you something, " Owen announced running up beside Irene, "Sure Owen, anything. " Irene patted his head, grabbing her axe and starting in some trees. The little blondie sat down on a nearby fallen down tree trunk, "How did you get those scars? " Irene stopped chopping, she paused for a very long time. Finally, taking a long deep breathe. She replied, "I'll tell you when your older. " Owen frowned, Irene chopped. "But I am older! I'm 14, " He said proudly. Irene smiled to herself, she created a clearing in the woods.
The sun beat down heavily on the two, heaving up structural support beats and making flooring. Irene sighed harshly, "It'll be too small, I miscalculated. Let's restarted, we can start by. " She trailed off, she noticed Owens' groaning, "Could I just have my own house, that way we don't have to take anything down, AGAIN. " Irene thought, Owen having his own home would teach him responsibility. He could also train with her in the clearing they found up ahead. On second hand, something could happen and depending on the location, it could take Irene time to reach Owen or to check up on him. Thinking more she made her decision, "I'll let you make your own house as long as you follow THREE simple rules. " Irene ordered, Owens' face brightened, "Of course! No problem! " Irene smiled, "One, never leave the forest at night. It could be filled with monsters and you don't know how to defend yourself yet. Two, if I tell you to stay with me for a while because I don't feel your safe at your own home than you must listen. And lastly, NEVER, tell anyone where we live. No matter who it is, Duck, Amy, the villagers. No one. Owen smiled and gave a thumbs up, Irene smiled and patted his head. "Let's find you supplies, would you like me to help you build it or? " Irene asked, "I want a bit of help, just tips on how to build and stuff. The basics! " "Ok, lets start by getting wood. " Irene instructed. For the rest of the day, Irene and Owen chopped down wood. Irene made a makeshift sleeping back and closed the tent tightly. She laid down and listened to Owen teacher her more about animals and the human alphabet. Occasionally, a yawn slipped from the forteen-year-old and finally, his talking turned into sweet resting noises. Irene recited the lesson and fell asleep to the endless night sounds.
The next morning, Owen woke up to the most nose intensifying smell. Getting up and walking out of the tent, he noticed major changes in his surroundings. Firstly, Irene was watching a furnace, the delicious smells arose from a plate next to her. And than the house was almost done, at least, now they could sleep inside. There was walls with windows and great flooring. The doors went well with the house, the bronze handles felt warm to the touch. Walking inside, a small chest lay in a corner, inside was all of the twigs collected from Owens' tree collecting adventure. And now sleeping peacefully in a corner on a bag full what seemed to be feathers lay a grey dog. The peaceful creature stir in it's sleep as Owen looked at it more. Owen shoved the eggs into his mouth, they were cooked sunny side up and never better. Irene ate peacefully, watching the forest as if a zombie would come out in broad daylight and attack. "I went back to the village, I had to get some stuff I forgot about, " She said, finally breaking the silence, "The inn keeper said hi, and he wanted you to have this. " Handing Owen a red journal, Owen opened it to see a few crafting ingredients, "Did any of the village kids ask about me? " Owen asked, grinning from ear to ear. Irene's smile faded, shaking her head she looked to the ground, "None of the villagers were happy to see me, and those kids threw water at me. I barely dodged all of it, I got lucky with the iron golem.. " Irene said, feeling bad for Owen. "That's ok, they were mean to me the last day we stayed there anyways. Irene smiled, "Let's get started on your house before we finish mine. " Owen smiled.
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- Author's Note -
Hope you enjoyed the chapter, see you in tomorrows stream.
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