The Scroll of Terusca

Chapter Three

(Another big thak you to my lovely editor @flyinghorseman , your work is highly appreciated.)

"Mmph" Emeline grunted, hauling herself upwards and dusting dirt off her clothes.

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there," a voice replied with a hint of a laugh in it.

"Yeah, well watch out next time." Emeline replied, annoyed. Looking up, she studied her offender. He had dark hair, that looked effortlessly styled. He wore a brown tatty jacket and had a bow slung on his back. There was a smell of the forest about him, a smell that reminded Emeline of her father. His blue eyes shone a brighter blue than the summer sky. They were such a powerful colour, Emeline might even say he was part elfish.

"Ooh, someone's in a bad mood." he teased. "I'm Cedar."

"Emeline. I've never seen you hear before, do you know the Wise One?" she asked, gesturing to the hut behind her.

"Yes, actually, I do. Must be getting over to him, er, something important to talk about." Cedar replied, his seemingly cocky attitude fading away. "I'll see you around, Emeline." he finished with a wink. Rolling her eyes with a groan, Emeline waved him off.

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At home, Emeline sat at the wooden table, eating some bread. Thoughts were running through her head, filling up any small space and forcing her to think of nothing else but that scroll. Could it really be as powerful as the Wise One had said? It must be, he never lied.

The one thing that really fazed Emeline though was the fact he was asking her to help him. Possibly go on a quest. That was something he had been dreaming of doing ever since she held her first sword, or shot her first arrow. Yet now, when she had been offered to help the most powerful person she knew, she was worried. Frightened. Confused.

Standing up and putting her plate in the was basin she set her train of thought aside for a moment. She climbed the rope ladder leading to the upstairs compartment of her home. The sun shone in through a small window, casting a spotlight to the centre of the room. The whole room was filled with a warmth, dust fairies floating in and out of the light.

Emeline spent the rest of the day lying on her bed, reviewing her choices. As darkness rolled in, she went downstairs to retrieve her knife, no way was there going to be another attack tonight.

( Sorry for such a short chapter guys, I kinda had trouble writing this one. Feedback and votes are greatly appreciated. This chapter is dedicated to my lovely first critic, thank you so much for your reviews. )