The four elements

Chapter twelve. Mideveal...work?

Hellllloooo! Sorry for the wait. I blame the school, it's much. (I am currently also having a massive writers block.) Thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting.

Warning: this chapter is like a whirlwind, probably crap. But I hope ya'll like it. ;)

"Get up you lazybone!" "Raven?" "What?" "Shut up, I'm trying to sleep." Raven jumps up in my bed, and licks me in my face. "Okay, okay. I'm up. I'm awake." He stops and jumps down to fetch me my dress. "Thank you." Then I hear Sylas voice from the other side of the door. I put my ear against the door to hear better. He talks with someone. "I know, but I have my four children and..." Sylas gets interrupted by the other one. "And you should pay the tax!" He has a dark, deep voice. It sounds scary. "Shh! Don't wake them up!" Sylas almost whispers. I hear footsteps, as the 'tax-man' walks out of the cabin and slams the door. "What's going on?" Daryas new-awaked voice surprises me. "Shhh!" I point at the door, just as Sylas knocks. I jump back surprised. Darya laughs. "Girls, it's time to get up." Says Sylas from the other side of the door.

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After a few hours, and 'element training', I've managed to gather everyone outside the cabin. Well, everyone except Sylas. "What's so inportant?" Enlil looks irritated, and tries to write down something on a pice of parchment with a feather pen. Jay and Darya looks curiously at me. "We're going to work in the village to help Sylas with the tax." I say it determent. Enlil stops writing and looks surprised at me. "And what could we work with?" Two nights ago, I actually thought about what kind of medieval work we four could have. "Well... Enlil, you can work with the mail-doves. Darya, since you're good with people, you can work at the local inn. Jay, blacksmith." They seem to think for a couple of seconds, deciding if it's a good idea. Jay looks suspiciously at me. "And what are you going to work with?" I smile. "I'm gonna repair arrows and make leather things." Darya takes a step forward. "What are we waiting for then?" I smile again, Darya is always happy. She is probably the one who keep us all together.

The sun rises over the horizon, and four teenagers is walking thru the forest. The nearest village is Northly, and that's where we're going to work. When I realized that I had the money to buy a little store, I did it. So now I own The forest archer's arrows and leatherwork. And, yes. I named the shop after the nickname I was given by the ones who kidnapped me and Jay. "Are we there yet?" Darya's voice breaks the silence. Jay and Enlil sighs, I just smile. 'Are we there yet', have become Darya's sentence. "We should be there very soon." I say, trying not to laugh. Then I see the little village Northly. "Now, to be exact." We hurry down to the village, ready to start work. As we reach the village, it's time to go different ways. Darya walks to the inn: The frosty oakleaf, Enlil walks to the maildoves, and Jay walks to the blacksmith. And I walk to my shop.

Just as I open the shop, someone comes in. "Do ya make leather necklaces?" I quickly turn around, surprised. "Yes, I actually do." The man seems to think for a second, before speaking. "Could ya make one that looks like this?" He holds up a beautiful necklace, a leather band with a silver heart. "Yes, when must it be ready?" I take the necklace and put it on my worktable. "In two days." I look surprised at him. "Well, I 'll try to have it ready by then." The man starts walking to the door. "Thank ya so much." He says, and walk out into the melting snow. The weather isn this world is strange. "Well, it looks like I just got my first costumer, right Raven?" Then I remember: we left the animals at home, with Sylas. I guess the weather isn't the only one being strange...

I have the leather band, but the silver heart... It looks like I have to visit the blacksmith. I hope Jay can make a silver heart.

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"Hey there! How can I help ya?" The blacksmith is tall, wery tall, with black hair and a big mustache and beard. "I need a silver heart, about this big." I hold up the necklace so he can see. The blacksmith nods. "Jay! We have a costumer! She needs a two centimeter silverheart!" Jay runs past me, trying to make the silverheart as fast as possible. "The lad seems to almost talk with the fire and the steel, I've never had an better apprentice." The blacksmith doesn't look like some who just gives compliments to everyone. "Did you say that he talks with the steel to?" I ask the blacksmith, who nods. "Aye, I've never seen someone forge a sword like that lad. I assure ya." Hmm, seems like I'll have to tell Enlil to write that down. Jay gives me the silver heart, and I walk back to my shop.