Howl

Chapter One

Howl's POV

    "Sophie?" Markl is wandering the halls of our home, my castle, calling out.

    "Markl," I smile, "I beleive Sophie is still in the bath."

    "Does she always have to spend six hours in there?!"

     "Not six, more like five," I laugh. "Let's just hope that she isn't playing with my potions again."

    "Last time she did that-"

    "I thought we agreed not to ever speak of that incident again!"

     "We did no such thing-"

     "Well, we have now," I finish, still grinning. Since the armistice, the break from all our nations waring has made life so much more peaceful. I am actually at ease. "I am going to stop by the market, Markl."

    "But you never do that!"

    "I thought I would surprise Sophie. She could use a break form shopping, and I am craving fresh fish."

    "I hate fish! It smells so . . . so fishy!"

    "I know," I laugh over my shoulder, before selecting which city to set the castle on. The markets are quite nice-

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    "Hey, watch it!" a girl, maybe two years younger than myself exclaims. She glares at me over her bare shoulder, before making her way to the baskets filled with Salmon. Just my luck-

    I make my way towards her, and pull one of the loose coils of her waist length aauburn hair. Closer to brown than anything, I find the dirty look I am rewarded with highly amusing. She reaches into the deep pockets of the black trousers she wears and pulls out several gold coins. Plenty of money and oddly dressed? She wears a black top that has thin straps by the base of her neck, supporting the skin tight material that is clad to her torso.

    The oddest thing about this girl os not the clothing she wears, or her ridiculously long, loose hair, but her eyes. The left a bright, soul peircing blue, almost grey in the harsh sunlight, and the right eye a deep, penetrating green. Light, but intense. Surely she can't be from around here?