"Did you hear?"
"That some shydows entered the camp last night?"
"Yes. I heard that they kidnapped someone!"
"I heard that he was killed!"
"I haven't seen Judias all morning."
Jerrick wanted to cover his ears and be sink down beneath the breakfast table. Whenever the loud buzz around him let out a distinguishable word, it was to say something displeasing.
Shydows. In Derelda. Someone was klled.
Jerrick had a feeling that Lekira knew what was going on. She was very pale, and she stared down at her breakfast as if she had forgotten how to eat. Jerrick had never seen her like this.
He was surprised to see Lekira suddenly look up and lean across the table to speak to the boy on Jerrick's left.
"Hey, Khasil," she muttered.
"What's up?" the boy asked, taking a bite of his biscuit.
"Judias. . . He had a sister, didn't he?"
Khasil looked slightly disturbed by her question. He cleared his throat before replying in the affirmative.
"What was. . . her name?" Lekira spoke barely over a whisper. It was a wonder to Jerrick that Khasil was able to hear her over all the chatter going on around them.
"Umm. . . let me think for a moment," Khasil replied, wrinkling his brow in deep thought as he took a sip of his tea. "It was something like Lever. . . Level. . . Oh! Levelle!"
"Levelle," Lekira repeated in a whisper, as if the name were a ghost that had just drifted across the table toward her. "What does she look like?"
"Gee, Lekira," Khasil frowned. "What's your interest in this girl? If you want to learn about her, talk to her yourself. She's right over there."
Lekira and Jerrick followed his gesture and immediately saw a young girl carrying three cups of tea to a table crowded with young children. She was laughing at something one of the little girls had said, her eyes flashing like electric blue lightning. She had a pearly white smile, and a beautiful face framed by long waves of golden hair. Jerrick noticed Lekira trembling slightly.
"Jerrick," she suddenly whispered. "After breakfast, will you come with me?"
"Come with you? Where?" Jerrick looked at Lekira, but her eyes were glued on the girl with the blond hair.
"I have some news to deliver to that girl," she whispered. She looked as if she had just seen a shydow drift across the room.
"Er. . . sure."
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Jerrick sat beside Lekira in the long, green grass outside the Dinner Hall. Lekira nervously played with a blade of grass while Jerrick tried his best to keep as silent as he could.
Lekira nearly jumped five feet in the air when the familiar golden head came through the door. She held a very small girl with bright red hair in one arm and the hand of a tiny boy with a dark bush of hair with his other arm. Behind her, two other little boys trailed behind her, pinching and kicking each other.
Lekira stood up and took a step forward. Jerrick followed her lead.
"Levelle," said Lekira, her voice cracking slightly.
Levelle stopped and turned toward them. She looked to be around Jerrick's age. Her eyes were still glowing; but when she saw Lekira's expression, her face fell and transformed to one of anxiety.
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SCARRED; The Dark Tower
FantasiA boy born with a strange scar on his neck; a young woman who wants nothing but to find her lost brother; a man whose life was torn away from him years ago; a young girl who has been treated like an outsider her whole life; a teenage girl who has be...
