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Chapter 6- A Search for Nenia

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Chapter 6:

                   A Search for Nenia

         Enrehe awoke to the sound of chirping birds and the rushing of the river. He lay where he was, eyes closed in the subtleness of the moment. He breathed deeply and enjoyed the morning air in peace.

         Suddenly he realized where he was and opened his eyes hastily, but bright sunlight made him close them quickly. Tears fell down his cheeks as the burning in print of the sun faded from his eyelids. He shielded his eyes with his hands and opened them again, standing as he did. All seemed peaceful around him; shrouded in beauty, but a beauty of what seemed to be solemnity.

          He walked over to the fire and began to stoke life into its smoldering embers. The wood was low so he went out into to the forest and gathered some more. After a half hour of gathering firewood he walked back into the camp, and was just in time to see a small robin pulling a night crawler out of the ground. He watched this and then watched as the bird lifted into the air and flew of into the distance. This reminded him of how incredibly hungry he was. He walked over to his pack and noticed that there wasn’t very much food left. He hadn’t been thorough when he picked which bag to bring and unfortunately this was a bag he had packed for only a day or so walk.

         He grabbed half the remaining food supplies and walked over to the stream. He placed the bag at its banks and knelt down to the water. He drank of the green liquid and found it extremely refreshing. He sat for a moment at its bank and cleared his mind for thought. He started to eat his food, munching it in silence; his thoughts were elsewhere.

         Enrehe thought of grand battles and castles so big that they block out the sun and of great hunts and tournaments. He thought specifically about the greatest event of all. The Dragon Hunt. He had learned about it from one of the story tellers in town.

         Once the world was full of dragons, treasure hoarding demon lizards. They were in the mountains and sleeping in woods and flying in the skies. There were so many, in fact, that the king, for at that time there was only one king, declared that they should have an annual dragons hunt. As the years passed by less and less of the dragons were seen. Hundreds of dragons were slaughtered until there was only one left. That one hid itself from all else, none know where this beast is hidden and it is said that the time of the dragons was all but spent.

         Enrehe puffed on his pipe. He usually smoked after a good meal and thought. He puffed a few more thoughtful puffs then arose. He undressed and took a quick swim in the river before emerging feeling very refreshed and revitalized. He walked back to camp and was surprised to find that Nenia had not woken yet. Of the two she was usually the early riser for she always tried to awake and hear the birds and watch the rising of the sun.

         He looked towards her blanket, expecting to see her lying there, but she was absent from her blanket. Enrehe sat down very confused.

         “She must have taken a stroll in the woods and forgotten to tell me,” he thought. He sat by the fire, fed it some more wood, lit his pipe once more and sat back contentedly but none the less anxious. One of Nenias’ weakness’ was her compulsion to explore and her lack of assessing the problem. Nenia always seemed to get in more trouble then Enrehe, though Enrehe was by far the rogue between them, for she would always want to explore during her work and many times she did. She also never feared the seriousness of a situation. The world could be ending or she might be dying and yet she just wouldn’t feel the way other people would. She wouldn’t feel the urgency of the matter. She would feel sad but it’s as if all of that really just didn’t matter.