Broken will

Chapter 3

"What?" Malory said still sitting on the floor.

"Malory you know what you just did don't you?" Kyle said helping her up.

"Yeah, why?" She said looking around at everyone. "Why are you all staring at me?"She asked.

"Malory you said you would only us that... thing if we were in danger, and I get there was a big ugly monster but I guess I just didn't expect that." Manrdrine said with a shocked look on his face.

"I had to Manrdrine, im sorry." She said hugging him. "Why are you two staring at me, Sarantles you already knew about it." She said gazing back at them.

"I just... i've never seen anything that extreme dune right in front of me before." He said looking down at his feet.

"And you?" Malory asked the strange women who had acted so strangely ever since they had arrived.

"I expected this to happen, it all happened exactly like this in my dream but it is still amazing to see it happen right in front of me." She said looking curiously at Malory.

"Ok, Kyle I know exactly what I did so stop staring at me and it's not that amazing ok guys so if we could please not talk about it." Malory said sitting down in one of the chairs at the little two person table not even bothering to ask to sit down.

"Please all of you make yourselves comfortable." The mystery woman said gesturing towards the chair next to malory and a number of wooden stools in what looked like her living room.

Malory closed her eyes and put her hands over her face. She always got so tired when she used a lot of the power. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"I'll be fine Kyle trust me, i'm fine." Malory said looking up into Kyle's concerned forest green eyes.

She always loved those eyes. Getting lost in those eyes her mind wandered to the thought of whether or not he knew whether he was adopted. She was slightly startled out of her thoughts as he finally responded.

"Ok just don't strain yourself." He said sitting down next to her with the concerned look still in his eyes. She smiled then when she thought about how many times he had given her that look when they were young. He was there for her the whole time she was struggling through the discovery of her powers. He had given her that look almost five times a day. She had a feeling throughout this whole little adventure he would probably have to do that again.

"So who are you?" Manrdrine asked the woman who was now handing out cups of steaming hot tea to everyone. Malory picked hers up off the table and started sipping it.

"Well my name is Larain." The women stated plainly as everyone except Sarantles gaped openly about it. "I am but a simple farmer and lots think i'm a witch because I never come down to the village much." She said sitting with her tea.

"Have you dune anything to make them think you are a wiche besides not visiting the village that often?" Malory asked curiously.

"Well I remember being able to do some things with power when I was little, but I lost the power about eight years ago." She said as Sarantales flinched at the word 'lost'.

"Well we all need rest so we can talk later." Kyle said helping Malory to her feet. "Where are we sleeping." He said taking Malory's cup and setting it down on the table.

"Your rooms are already ready for you." Larain said directing them down a long narrow hallway.

She opened up one of the rooms that had a rose painted on the door. It wasn't very big but there was room for one person to stay in it. It had a big oak wardrobe that took up three fourths of the room and a small one person bed on the other side of the room. There was a little wooden desk in the corner to the left of the wardrobe and a tiny window above it.

"This will be Malory's room." Larain said shooing the rest of them out so she could have some privacy. Just before she closed the door she said, "please make yourself comfortable."

Malory settled down on to the bed to take her shoes off and found the mattress was surprisingly soft and cushiony. Slipping her shoes off she sat back on the bed and pulled the letter she had gotten from her mom out of her saddle bag. They had left there horse in the living room so she guessed Larain had a plan on where to put them. She didn't even remember pulling her saddle bag off.

Unfolding the letter with careful hands she read it for at least the twentieth time since getting it. She had gotten it on her eighteenth birthday. Her mother was apparently a very secretive person. That's what her father had said before he abandoned them just two years ago. The only thing she remembered about her mother was that she looked almost exactly like her. She knew from the picture in the letter. Her father she could not say. Somehow she could not remember anything about her father, but the letter from her mother read :

Dear Malory,

I hope you will forgive me for leaving you so early in your life, and I hope your father forgives himself. It wasn't his fault, nor yours. All you need to know now that you are eighteen is that there are two people you need to find. One is a brown haired farmer with blue eyes, and a dark shaggy haired man. I can't tell you the man's name but the woman's name is Larain. Please find them, when you do they will be able to take it from there, and explain everything.

- Your loving mother

Malory didn't know what that last part meant but she had found them. She had realised Sarantles was the other person the other night. Her thoughts slipped away as she slowly fell asleep. She was surprised she had stayed awake that long.