Fight or Die Sequel

The Village

- Sunset

I ran away that night.

I left the boundries of the woods and headed into the nearest village.

I used some animus magic from Turtle to keep myself unrecognizable, just to be safe.

I didn't plan on staying away forever. I just needed to get away.

The village was buzzing with life. Little kids ran around playing tag as the older kids carried water buckets from the nearest stream.

Each of their windows were open to allow a cool breeze into their home as their mother's made breakfast.

I watched as many kids shot arrows at targets and that one kid who accidentally shot an arrow at with a string on it and now has lost a tooth.

I smiled.

I had never left the woods before. I knew my choice was impulsive. But right now it was helping my sour mood.

I walked along the road. Every once in a while I would get a glimpse of my new appearance. It was odd.

I had long brown hair and warm brown eyes like Dad's. I had many freckles across my face.

Yeah definitely weird.

Eventually I walked into a big barn almost? It was filled with people. At the end was a stage.

A woman stood on the stage speaking to the crowd.

"Come perform! We're all family here, no need to be shy!" she announces.

A tall guy gets on stage and sings and dances. People start to dance with the music.

They hold hands and skip around in a fast pace.

I cross my arms and watch in amusement.

My arm gets grabbed. Immediately I go for my knife, but I am greeted with a smiling boy.

"What? Never been to a Rusty dance?" he asks happily as he starts dancing like everyone else.

I follow the movements carefully. "A Rusty dance? Is the guy performing name Rusty?" I ask. He nods with a grin.

"Well you must be new here then. Let me show you how it's done." he says.

The boy spins me then catches my hand last moment before I fall down.

He spins me in towards him then steps out of the way so I continue to fly across the dirt floor.

Once I stop he catches my hand immediately and hooks my arm around his and starts skipping like a cowboy.

I vaguely remembered Dad and me doing this one night long ago.

I smile as we go along with the crowd. I was basically stumbling through the whole thing, but it was fun.

Soon the song ended and the dancing stopped.

The boy held out his hand. "Nice dancing with you." he says. I smile. "Definitely."

"I'm Asher. Skywing." he says. He certainly didn't look exactly like a Skywing. Not that I'd ever seen one for myself, but I've seen pictures. Reddish hair, brown eyes. Big, tall, built like warriors.

Asher was scrawny, but not in an unhealthy way. He was taller than me, but not super tall.

He had light brown hair with blondish highlights in the sunlight. He had dark blue eyes, like midnight blue.

And many freckles across his nose and over his cheeks.

He was built like Dad. Lean but sturdy, looked like he could fit through small gaps. Built like a Sandwing from where Dad was from.