Split Life Of War DISCONTINUED

42 Protector

Chapter 42

I threw my bag over my shoulder as I head towards the door of my room. Just before I reached it, it burst open, and the taller of the two boys I had shared the room with burst in. His breath was ragged, and he had to bend over to catch up. I waited patiently as he caught his breath. It took him a little longer than I expected, so I guided him to my empty bed. His hood had fallen off, and his hand gripped my wrist. His skin was burning under mine, so I checked to see how many layers he had. When I discovered he had at least five shirts on under his cloak, I had to start stripping the layers off. Once I was about to remove his mask in order to apply a healing lotion, his hand snapped up and prevented me from doing so.

"Look," he started, "I am fine with you removing all of my clothing, but you cannot remove the mask." I blushed profoundly at the comment, and stepped back. The mask only covered the top half of his face, so I could easily see the smirk rising on his lips. I sighed and went back to removing all his layers. When I reached the final shirt he had on, I had thought there was at least one more. I started to lift the hem of the shirt, and the boy shifted a little. Once he was done, I kept lifting the shirt, until I saw a set of seriously tan six packs.

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks as I yanked the shirt down. "Sorry, I just thought- well never mind. Who are you anyway?" The image of his chest was stuck in my mind. Even at the age of twelve, a girl can appreciate a set of abs. "And how old are you even?" He smirked yet again, probably noticing the blush that remained on my cheeks. As if to embarrass me more, he stretched his arms up, therefore causing the shirt to ride up, and- no. I cannot be thinking about that. I need to heal him so I can leave.

"Well, I cannot tell you my name, all I can tell you is that I am your protector. The very same person who told me your secrets sent me. I am bound to be there for you, and do whatever you tell me to do. In addition, for my age? Answer this. What is your age?"

"Twelve"

"Well, there is your answer. Now, when you leave for your new home, you must write me as often as you can. Tell me about yourself. Tell me everything you would tell yourself. Tell me anything and everything. Act as if I am a diary. Continue to do so throughout the school year. Now leave, I will be able to take care of myself."

"Alright, but make sure you only wear up to two layers of clothing, including that cloak, so you can avoid overheating. And try to stay unharmed." I left him where he lay, along with a bottle of healing lotion. Once I reached the last floor of the pub, Bill was waiting for me. I suppose I should call him dad or father now. I think I would rather call him dad; he seems a little easier going than my real dad does. I took his hand, and he twisted in midair. A feeling like going through an airtight tunnel swooped down on my body as we disapparated.

When the sensation finally ended, we arrived on a beach. A small house on a cliff residing a little farther away from the water's edge. There was a stone path leading up the side of the cliff and to the cottage. The sun had risen to the middle of the sky, and the entire scene looked entirely too peaceful to believe there was a war starting. Dad pulled me lightly up the path and to the house. Just as he knocked on the door, it swung open to reveal a tall woman with silvery-blond hair. Her skin was flawless, and I could have sworn that she was part veela. I assumed that she was my new mum.

"Oh Catherine! (A/N not writing the accents) You are even more adorable than I thought you were!" She swooped down and embraced me in her arms. Okay, now I know she is my new mum. Dad picked up my bag, which I had dropped, and mum led me into the house. When I entered, it looked rather welcoming. The table was set for three, and wind chimes hung in front of a glass patio door leading to a small deck that opened up to a nice view of the ocean. I was then led up the stairway on the right and down a small hallway to a door at the very end.