The Village Called Hazel (Taka's story)

4 Sammy's suprise

   Our feet were slapping against the pavement with a paced rhythm. A few times Sam would check to see if I was following him by looking over his shoulder.

   'Damn this is a long walk, I wonder where he's taking me'

   "Uh...Sammy," he looked over his shoulder, "where exactly are you taking me?"

   "On an adventure." He replied nonchalantly.

   "Really!" I replied a little happier than I wanted.

   "Nope," and he popped the p. That type of attitude struck me in my hate box.

  "Meanie!" I yelled pretty loud. He turned around and raised his eyebrows.

  "Oh really!" He replied with a dumb smirk. "So maybe this would be an act of kindness. You know for redemption." Before I knew it I was off the ground and in his hold. I was about to protest until my hood was steadily blowing towards the back of my head. 'Curse this wind.' I quickly went to grab the rim of my hood. But before I reached it, a big gust of wind came and my very long cyan locks were exposed.

"The wind is a piece of crap," I silently muttered.

"NOW PUT ME DOWN YA BIG OAF!" that had certainly brought his attention to me. Once again I opened my mouth to talk.

"WE'RE HERE!" he yells before I could complain to him... again. He then sees my cyan locks and my infuriated expression.

    "Sorry," he says scratching the back of his head. 'SORRY THAT'S ALL HE HAS TO SAY! 123...123..123 all right I'm calm. But why in the name of Damiel would he be all fine and dandy with my expression? Oooh I'll give him a piece of my mind... later.... or never'

    "It's fine, but next time, I will be willing to break your bones," he just simply laughs at my comment. 'Fine hard way it is then' Before he could blink twice I had him on the ground with his hands on his back. His eyes held amusement.

    "Wow! You're as good as Ashton maybe even better!" He said with a dorky smile.

    "Sorry not a big fan of compliments," I reply while slowly standing back up. In front of me was a huge house compared to the others I had previously seen.

   "When we go in, just don't forget to wipe the dirt off your shoes," he says while walking towards the door.

   "Why?" I say with no interest in actually knowing.

   He replies with big eyes, "This guy is a total neat freak."

   "Okay, I guess," I barely say aloud the second half. Sammy knocks on the door and a muffled come in is heard.

Sammy creaks the door open to add suspense. I slap him on the shoulder and push the door open.
    "I would like to do more than watching a door open before in 100," I sarcastically retort.
     "Not a fan of doors I see," he speaks attempting to get a laugh out of me. I merely look back and shake my head in disapproval. He then takes his boots off. I copy him and set my pair right beside his. As we began to move again he suddenly stops and tells me not to speak unless I'm cued in. Me being me I toss this in the bin of 'I don't care'. We continue the trek through the uniquely structured NOT humble abode. I start losing the interest in what we're doing until I'm stopped at a set of unique doors. Sammy opens this door at a little bit more quickened pace. I walk in before him and he then rushes to get back to where he once was. Being glued to my hip.
    
     I then see a man not anywhere being more than eight years older than me, at a desk. He shuffles through a few more pieces of paper, then looks up. He has a golden skin tone and honey brown eyes. At least they were at first glance. He also had black curly hair running a little past his ears. He was wearing a pendant that- THAT'S IT. HE'S THE LORD OF HAZEL. From there the puzzle pieces were being put together at a faster pace. His voice then boomed out unexpectedly.

     "Sammy, what do you want and why did you bring someone into my home?" He commanded to get some answers. Every second that passed, his eyes got a colder, hollower feel.

     Sammy's came out in a more professional tone saying, "We have a person who would like to join the Hazel community, and if approved, we will need the construction of a home."
There was a slight hesitation in the Lord's breaths as he tried to find the right words to say. Then he dropped the idea of it and asked a simpler question.

     "Well Sammy, did you not know I need the name of the person who wants to join my group of people?" he says with a very big tilted grin.

     Before Sammy could say another word, I open my mouth and say my name with a similar professional tone as Sammy had. "My name is Taka. Taka Malasia Glowened."
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