Protection TechnobladeXOc

Chapter 3: The Others and I told you so.

This story switches between Exodus and 3rd person POV

I awoke from my slumber, fluttering my eyes open. Looking around the camp, "There's Artah, there is Tom- where'sTommy? Where did Tommy go? God damn it, did I forget to tie him up last night!" I thought. I quickly ran over to Artah , roughly shaking her. She woke up with a start, lazily sharing it with me.

"What—What?" she groaned.

"Tommy is gone," I said with a hint of worry in my voice.

"Wha—?!" she yelled out loud. I quickly put my hand over her mouth.

"You have to be quiet; we don't know if he's bringing people." I slowly lowered my hand. Artah was about to talk but then slowly looked down.

"I'm sorry, but we're in imminent danger if we stay here." I got up slowly and patted my sister's head. She gave me a nasty look in return and mumbled "Im not a kid anymore."

"Let's get packing," she said with a sigh. "Why do we always move so fast?" she said to no one in particular.

"It feels like everytime we get used to something we have to move on to the next thing."Artah says with discontent. " I just want to have a home to go back too."

"Because we're protected that way, Artah. I know you don't like the idea of moving from place to place. Maybe, just maybe, someday we'll find a home. But that time is not now." I smiled.

Artah looked at me with a small smile and hope filled eyes. "Do you think so?"

"I hope." I rely with a small smile."

"Ok." She says, " Lets go find a home."

I smile while Artah grabbed the necessary supplies and I grabbed my sword and put it in my buckle. I handed her her bow.

As we were talking, Artah and I could hear swift footsteps.

"What was that?" Artah questioned.

"Get ready for a fight," I said sternly. She nodded in agreement. We got in our stance: my sword in my hand, gripped tight and sturdy; Artah's bow in her left hand and an arrow in the other. The air was silent... They're watching us.

Artah shot out a warning shot. And accidentally hitting someone we hear a high-pitched scream, she always been better with that than me when it came to accuracy and power with a bow and arrow. She was just about to knocked another arrow when a man came out of the bushes with his hands up. He had brown curly hair with a beanie and was wearing a brown cloak. He was walking towards us.

"We mean no Ill-will towards you!" the brownhaired man yell

Artah says sternly "Dont come any closer." shotting a warning shot near his feet.

"Okay... Okay! I won't get closer," he spoke out.

"Good, Next step I wont miss." She says inrely.

"Damn," he said under his breath. Standing there in the awkward silence. Leaving us in my thoughts. What does this man want? Is Tommy sending people after us? That bastard is not going to know what's going to hit him.

"What do you want?" I said sharply breaking the silence like paper.

Suddenly we hear stunted breathing coming towards us. The Blondhaired Tommy came towards us with guilt and embarrassment on his face.

"Hi Guys...." he says awkwardly standing next to the brownhaired man.

"Tommy!" the man said worriedly. "This dumb child," he whispered at first, "Do you want to get shot?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," Tommy mumbled under his breath.

Artah looked like she was about to yell betrayal written over her face, but instead she took a deep breath and knocked her arrow quickly getting ready to shoot. She looked at me for approval. Revenage written on her face. The boys were tense and stopped their inconsiderate talking. The time was not right. I lowered her arm down. Arah looked at me shocked and confused.

"Later..." I said quietly and sadistically. She huffed and looked back at the blond and brown haired boys, casting down her weapon. The boys were suddenly at ease once they saw Artah put down her bow.

"All right. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt us," the man with the beanie said.

Artah and I had murderous looks in our eyes. The intent to kill was clear in our minds.

"Thomas, you lied! I trusted you!" Artah yelled at him. " We shared a meal together, that is something scared in the Flocking culture." He looked down in guilt.

"This is why I told you not to trust anyone but me," I said to her. At that moment Artah didnt want to look at anyone, not even her sister. Only looking at the floor.

Why is there always a person we trust who quickly burns it away like it never happened? Good times, probably an argument. It all leads to betrayal. Traitor or not, you can never trust them again.

"Right, we had no intention of killing the two of you. I mean, you may have been or are in the middle of a war," Beanie's head said. "Tommy has put in a good word that you're great fighters—"

"Wait, who said that we will help you?" I said sternly. " we barely even know you."

" Well my name is Wilbur, and me and my team are fighting to get our home back." Wilbur pleading " wouldn't you risk everything you had to get back home?"

Flashes of memories hit me like a stone brick. The big tree, our parents. Our family. Our Kind.

"What do we get out of it?" I interrupted. The beanie man looked a little shocked at first, but his face soon went back to a stern expression. I put my sword down. He didn't seem like a threat, though he was tall. He was weak. Artah lowered her bow down as she saw me lower my sword. The beanie man walked forward with Tommy. They didn't get too close; however, they were still at arm's length.

"Right," he started. "You two will be provided with a house, food, water, and any other necessities. We don't have a lot, but we have enough for you two. This is a war," he continued. "In return, you'll fight for us. for Pogtopia."

"Alright, but who's your enemy? We have to be certain about things. Because if you have no chance in this 'war' you call, I won't be so hesitant to leave your nation. Show me you have strength, smarts, and, most importantly, humility."

"O-oh, you're so easy to agree—" he started.

"Who said I agreed? I have yet to agree." I interrupted. " what i said was to show me your effort and me and my sister will THINK about helping you in this war."

"Here?" the brown cloaked man said in all seriousness.

"No, you idiot. Take us to your camp. Help if you're injured as well." Artah said nothing; no one had checked up on the person she shot. Tommy scoffed, and Artah stared at him intensely.

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