Unraveling The Faded

Chapter 12

   Small author's note! 

P.O.V means Point of View for anyone who doesn't know! 

Happy reading!

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  "Jean you're not going to find it!" I called out to him as he went off intent on finding his spear from yesterday. I tried to convince him that he wasn't going to find it, it's probably long gone by now but he wasn't having it. "Why don't you just get another stick and make another one?" Logic was not going to be his friend today no matter how much she tried to reason with him.

"Hey I took the time to carve it nice and sharp and plus it has a fish on the end of it." I stopped walking and scrunched up my face. "You want to eat a dead fish that's been in the water all night and half of yesterday?"         

He looked at me disappointed and sighed, "Kill joy." I rolled my eyes at him and smiled, the wind blowing my hair in front of my face. I took in the scent of the earthy musk that was actually pleasant, far better than the scent of the town. "Day, does the sky look weird to you?" I followed his gaze upwards to the cloudless sky. It was still blue but it was like it was being taken over by a very faint grey and  reddish hue. There were no clouds to be seen, it was like even the sky wasn't  safe from being infected by the toxic illness that plagued this area. 

It was unnerving, the way the sky was on the verge of changing color. Those particular colors and how could see it happening like a blanket was being thrown across to cover it up so that there would be no more of its' natural blue color. We glanced at each other in alarm and then back to the unsettling colors. I have no explanation for what was happening. I have never seen this happen before so we were left with a jittery sway left in the bottom of our stomachs. 

"Maybe I'll just make another one it's not a big deal." I agreed, "Yeah maybe that's for the best."

Jean had found another stick and had started to carve out a sharp pointed end as he sat with his legs crossed. I wanted to do something that would be of help. I had told Jean that I wanted to try and catch the fish today and he had made the remark of me to be careful not to break his spear. We quarreled and then it was decided that he would make me my own so that we could get more than one at a time. 

Due to yesterday, I didn't want us to be so cold after hunting in the river so I planned to go get the blanket I slept with and the one I used to cover the second entrance. I wished Jean luck and went on my way, as I passed the now extinguished fire pit. There has to be an easier way to start that damned thing. Then it hit me. It was like a light went off in my head and my eyes lit with excitement. I jogged off back to our hideaway. Just wait till he sees!

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* Jean's P.O.V. *

     I was peeling away at the end of my stick with my knife. The shavings falling below my knee, I made quick work of it. Once I felt it was sharp enough, I blew off the excess dust and admiring it closely to my face. I put it on the ground and got up to get another one so I could start on Day's. I looked through some sticks I found on the ground but they were too weak and thin to jab anything with. "Those ain't gonna work." 

I looked around and thought about just breaking a branch off of a tree. After I found one I was happy with I gripped it with both hands and yanked it down using my upper body to snap it as close to the trunk of the tree as I could. The splitting crunch sound told me I met my goal. I backed up and looked at it in my hands. It's long enough. I whacked it against my hand and then the air. That'll do.