The Girl Assassin

Chapter Twenty | A Snow Storm For Skerries'

 Chapter Twenty | A Snow Storm For Skerries' 

Snow fell softly to the grass, clumping  together. Annabeth sat underneath an oak tree, writing in her journal, the one that Jason had kept for her.

Jason ran around the oak, chasing Azula with a pile of snow in his arms.

"Aww, c'mon Jay. You can't hit a girl!" AJ shouted. Annabeth sighed in relief, thankful that at least someone was paying attention to her baby.

Skerries disappeared earlier that morning, leaving behind a note telling the group not to follow her.

Annabeth grew remorse, wondering what she did wrong for making Skerries leave.

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Skerries panted, her breathing rugged. Of course, she could've ridden her dragon but the exhilaration of running left her gasping for air.

Sparky flew after her, following Skerries erratic path relentlessly. The larger dragon landed in a white clearing on the top of a mountain.

Skerries, he rumbled angrily.

What! Leave me alone, Sparks. She huffed in response before she took off again.

The wind played with her hair ruggedly, creating unattractive tangles. Blood rushed to her cheeks to fight off the burning cold. Her breathing quickened, her chest heaving.

Skerries tripped on a root and sprawled on the dirt. A dull throbbing began inside her head as she rolled onto her side. Hearing her dragons flapping wings, she got up. Rushing forward before a wave of vertigo overcame her and she fell to the ground again.

"Urgh!" She groaned, red hot anger pulsating through her veins.

Sweat dripped from her brow, as she struggled to stand again. Once stable, Skerries studied her surrounds, taking in the pine scent.

Tall redwood pines shot for the sky, the red bark peeling off the older trees. Small ferns littered the floor of the forest. Small white and purple flowers bloomed underneath the shade of the trees and ferns. A creek slithered through the trunks, moss covering the rocks. The log that she had tripped on created a bridge over the creek.

All in all, Skerries thought the scene before her eyes was picturesque. She rubbed her still throbbing head, feeling a large bump.

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"Oh! I'm sorry. I just sort of blanked out. Come again?" Skerries asked. She looked at the stall owner kindly.

The older woman nodded, patience written in her eyes. "That's a nasty gash. I could clean it up for you, if you like?" She asked, concern dripping from her words. Skerries grimly smiled, the pain clearly etched in her own eyes. The woman led her behind the stall.

"Sit," was all she said, gesturing to a wooded box. Skerries complied. She sat down as the woman pulled out a skin of wine and some bandages.

"What's your name?" Skerries asked.

"Maritha, and your's?" Maritha asked. She pulled out a thorn from the wound. Skerries sucked in a curse.

"Skerries," she replied, wincing as she pulled out another thorn.

"How on earth did you get thorns in your head?" Maritha asked incredulously.

"I tripped in the forest outside of town." Skerries stated simply.  

Like that would help, your not a good liar, Sker. A mysterious voice said.

She began to panic. Who are you?!

Oh, just your long lost brother who came back from the dead just to marry his younger sister. The voice said sarcastically.

"What!" She said out loud. Wine dripped into her eyes. "Ow! Ow!" She cried in pain. Tears pricked at her dry, burning eyes.

Maritha patted her shoulder affectionately. "Your going to be alright, okay, Skerries."

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another short one, cheerio

ellie