Angelsson

Chapter: VI

When the smith started to work on the dagger, I went back to the butcher's house. The woman was most likely to be up by now. As I arrived, I saw the woman walk out of the house. She waved, and I nodded back. I walked over to her, and she smiled at me.

"How may I help you?" asked the woman.

"I need my pay." I said.

"Oh, yes, I will be back soon." She said, going into the butcher's house.

As she was in the shop, I began to think about the girl. She obviously was the one that broke into my room last night, and she had proof. She also didn't seem to notice that she stole my ten pieces the other night. I had to get those back.

I stopped myself. Why would I need currency? I was getting some right now, and it was a lot. But she stole from me. She needs to know not to do that. But she looks poor. She needs the money. No she doesn't. She obviously had the money to buy a sword, and pearl? That stuff is almost as rare as obsidian.

"Ahem." I was cut off by the woman.

I blinked, then noticed that she was right in front of me. "Oh. Sorry." I said.

She held out her hand filled with pieces. I took them, and I started to count.

"14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. Ok, thanks then." I said, putting the money in my pouch.

I walked away from the house, having a small suspicion that I might see that woman again. I shrugged it off, and began to walk back to the smithy. On the way there, I began to think of the girl again. The message on the knife, angel killer, what could that mean? If anything, it doesn't sound good.

"Oof!" said a voice.

Next thing I knew, I was on the ground.

I slowly got up, and dusted myself off. I looked up at the person I bumped into. It was a boy, with a quiver slung around his shoulder. He was small, maybe 10, and he was holding a bunch of books.

"Sorry..." said the kid, looking down.

"Don't be." I said, and I started to walk away.

He grabbed my shoulder suddenly.

"You feel different...you feel...dark..." he said.

"What? Stop talking crazy kid. You should know that." I said, trying to pull away.

This kid had a strong grip.

"But...meet me at the bridge at sundown. Please." He said.

I looked at his eyes, sensing truth in them.

"...Fine." I said.

He smiled, and let go of my shoulder.

I started down the street, not letting my gaze go off the kid. Soon, he walked away. I looked back at where I was going, and I saw the smithy up ahead. The smith was talking to someone. I ignored the person, and walked up to the smith.

"Is my dagger ready?" I asked.

"Uh? Oh, yes," he said, taking something off his belt. "Here."

The dagger was a small version of my sword. It also had no leather wrapping on the handle.

"That will be 20 pieces." said the smith.

I took out 20 pieces, and placed it in the smith's hand. He nodded, and said, "Thank you."

I nodded, and said, "Your welcome."

I walked away, and headed to the entrance to the village. The people that I passed seemed to be trying to get to their work, not paying any attention to much. I was almost glad about that, until they started to bump into me not paying any attention. Soon, fed up, I ran out of the village into the woods. After my anger was gone, and began to go toward the river.

When I got there, I saw that the girl was there, throwing stones into the river.

"I know you're there." She said.

"And I know you are here." I said in return.

"I told you not to say anything about it." She said.

"Ok. The bartender wasn't listening." I said.

"Just...don't do that again." She said.

I nodded, and went up the river to the bridge. Since it wasn't sundown yet, the boy wasn't there. So, while I waited, I made a handle covering for my new dagger. I cut some of the buck hide off the buck skin, and I wrapped it around the handle. It went all the way around, and it didn't miss a spot.

I then got an old candle from a while back, and I began to create a fire to melt the wax. The fire was supposed to not say alive long, so I kept the fire small. When the wax started to drip, I rubbed the candle against the handle. Soon, the wax started to dry, and with that, it hardened. I was about to put on another layer when I heard a voice.

"Hey!"

"The kid is finally here." I said to myself.

A thunder of footsteps started up, and I heard the kid say things like, "There he is, Master!" and "You need to see him!" In response, the "Master" said things like, "I'm hurrying!" and "Stop pulling me!"

Soon, the thundering stopped.

"This is the person I met, master. Don't you feel it? He's different." said the kid.

I looked up and I saw the kid, with a tall, slim man. The man was adorned with white clothes, and he had a goatee. He was frowning at the kid, and his posture told me that he was old. He also was dusting himself off, making sure he didn't miss a spot.

Finally, he stopped dusting himself off, and he looked at me. His eyes portrayed that he was confused, but his body language told me that he just what was happening.

"Well...nice to meet you...what's your name? Ah. James Angelsson?" he said.

"Um...nice to meet you too...uh, I normally don't ask people's names, but who might you be?" I asked.

"Ah, that is not important now. First, do you know your parents?" The tall man asked.

"No." I said.

"Does strange things happen when you say some things that you think are gibberish?" asked the tall man.

"Enots deen Ie." I said.

A stone flew from across the river into my hand.

"Does that count?" I asked.

The tall man raised his eyebrows, and said, "Yes. One more thing, can you fly?" he asked.

"What? Are you crazy? Only fools try that!" I said, throwing up my arms.

"Not if your name is Angelsson." said the tall man.

"People call me that because I appear out of nowhere at times." I said, rolling my eyes.

The tall man put his hand on his chin, and he thought for a while. While he was doing that, I put my things away. Finally, he made his decision.

"James, you are an angel."