Masked

Chapter 3

Splash!

What the...?!  Arya woke up with a start and spewed water out of her mouth.

Who the hell?!  She opened her eyes to shout at the idiot. A face loomed over her.

  "Ahhh!"

Will (Suprise suprise) put his hand on his chest "what, am I that ugly? I don't think so." He wriggled his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes you are. And now you have ruined my whole day....I woke up in your face. God save me!"

He smirked. "Nope, you're going to have the day of your life. YOU get to take ME around town to get the stuff I need. "

Urgh! He's so full of himself!

Arya jumped off bed and put her hand on her hips. "Says who?" She raised her eyebrows.

He smirked. (Does he have any other expression? )
"Says your mom"

She moaned. "Nooo...."

"Don't act like you aren't going to enjoy it." He smirked. "Most girls would give their right arm to get such an opportunity! "

"Well then, most girls are fools!"she scoffed "who would give their right arm for that face?!"

He stuck his tongue out. "I'll be wainting in the training room, just come quick. " He slammed the door on his way out.

Arya sighed. It was going to be a loong day...

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After taking as much time as possible, she was ready. She dragged her feet towards the training room and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Will was swinging his sword at a dummy, stabbing and parrying viciously. He swung his sword fluidly, as if his arm and sword were one.

Thrust.Thrust. Parry. Strike.

Sweat dribbled down his neck.  By the time he was finished, the dummy was..... in a very bad condition, to say the least. At that moment she was very glad she was not at the receiving end of that sword.

He finally seemed to notice her presence. "Ready? So soon?" He asked sarcastically.

She ignored his comment. "Where did you learn to fight like that? "  What was actually going on in her mind was : Sweet potatoes! I want to fight like that! He's good....really good. I wonder if he'll teach me.... good God! What am I thinking?!

"Places" he replied vaguely. "Shall we go now?"

Hmph.

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They got off the carriage and told the driver to wait. 

A bell jingled as they entered the shop.

"Woah ho ho ho!  Would he look at that!" Will spread out his arms and circled, gazing in awe at the huge display of weapons.

Swords, bows, clubs, maces, javelins, you name it and it was there.

"What can I get for you good sir?"

They looked back. A short man, about 3ft came padding up to them. His face was heavily scarred and he was missing a finger. His mismatched eyes looked at William, questioning.

"Uh, a scabbard for my sword would be nice. And could you show me some bows?"

"Right this way sir." He led them to the back of the store. He placed a ladder against one of the racks and climbed up. "How long is your sword? Do you have it with you?"

He removed his sword lying against his hip and placed it in the shopkeeper's outstretched hands.

"Hmm..... I have just the thing. Nice sword by the way, you know how to maintain it!" He handed it back, shaking his head in approval.

He went back to searching the racks. William walked around the shop, his eyes as round as saucers. 

Arya just stood with her arms crossed. I wish I could learn how to fight. Her mind went back to that day in the forest...
If only I had known how. I could have held my own...

The sound of a bell announcing a new customer broke her out of her reverie.

A young boy, about her age, ducked his head as he came through the door. He looked up and met her gaze.

Someone made a choking sound behing her. She turned around and looked at Will. He was staring at the newcomer in shock.

"You." He whispered.