Amnesia

Chapter 10- Tye

After re-packing my bag, I gave one of the guns to Aidlyn and kept the other.

"Why don't I get a gun?" Will pouted and Aidlyn laughed quietly.

"Because, if you hadn't noticed, there are only two," I roll my eyes at him.

"But why did you give the second one to Aidlyn and not me?" he incessantly demanded.

"Oh poor Will," Aidlyn sarcastically consoled him. She and I both burst into laughter at the look Will gave us. He looks like a dismayed child that was just told that they couldn't keep the adorable dog they'd found in the street.

Receiving Aidlyn's permission, I explained to Will about Aidlyn's memory of being a soldier. "Since we were both soldiers, we trained with guns. You, however, did not," I say.

Will only glares and folds his arms over his chest, once again resembling an agitated three year old.

"Well why don't we just see if she can. We all know that you can, but we don't know for sure if she knows how to use a gun," Will argues with me.

Aidlyn looks between us like she's bored, messing with her hair absentmindedly.

"I guess we could just check and see if you can," I say, my words sounding more like a question than a statement.

"Yes! Good idea. Aidlyn, you see that tree over there?" Will points into the line of trees. Aidlyn squints her eyes, gazing where Will is directing. "It's the one that looks really weird and ugly," he clarifies.

"I see it. You want me to try and shoot it?" Aidlyn asks and Will nods enthusiastically.

I can also see the tree Will is referring to. It has a strange, twisty trunk and the branches wind out in interesting ways. It stands about fifteen yards away from where we are.

I watch as Aidlyn cocks the gun, raises it in front of her and points it at the base of the tree. She waits for a moment, gaging the wind speed and perfecting the accuracy of her aim. Then she slides her finger over the trigger and a single bullet is sent flying.
There's a loud blast from the gun and with a muffled plunk, the bullet lands in the center of its target.

Stunned, I look at the place where the small weapon had carved and driven itself deep into the wood. I then glance at Will, obviously just as shocked as I am at Aidlyn's skill, his jaw hanging down as far as it could possibly reach and eyes widened in disbelief.

"Well, I think we've got that settled," Aidlyn smirks, her expression one of satisfaction. Although, I can see the trace of astonishment at her own abilities, held on her face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Will admits, defeated.

"I'll let you have a knife," I pat Will on the back.

. . .

It's been maybe three hours since we left the cliffs and I have know idea how far we've traveled in that time. We've maintained a relatively fast pace to cover more ground.

Will was able to find the direction we were supposed to head, using some method he read about during his school studies. I trust Will's abilities, but I really hope he knows what he's doing.

Aidlyn trudges silently beside me and Will is a little bit ahead of us to make sure we are constantly going the right way.

I want to talk to her, but I can imagine she isn't very interested in talking to me. It's obvious she hasn't fully forgiven me yet.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the sunlight glinting off of her reddish brown hair. It's such a strange color; like it can't decide between which it wants to be.