Adar

Chapter 15 : A New Emotion

THESE UPCOMING CHAPTERS WILL GET LESS ACTIONEY, BUT I DECIDED EVEN ADAR SHOULD HAVE A LITTLE VACATION TIME FROM BEING AN ARSONIST AND BATTLING !

"So she is gone."  Said Cane, staring into the sky above.

"I am truly sorry to be the bearer of bad news." replied Nathaniel."But know your brother is in safe hands."

Cane walked away from the three men and headed for the horses that were tied in a hidden location.

"How did you save Adar? " asked Seth.

Nathaniel smirked."If you can call it that. He was close to kicking the bucket. I just managed to shoot an arrow before the man dealt the killing blow to Adar. I shall explain it in better detail, but I need to retrieve my horse. I hid it as well."

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Laying in the pasture was relaxing for Adar. His hands were behind his head, his legs crossed. The wind blew gently, cooling him from the sun. He was behind the house, in the field.

It was a few hours off before noon.

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Adar had gotten rid of the bandage that he had tore off the night before and made a new one for himself. It was not as well made as Melanie's, but it would suffice. The wound was already starting to show signs of new growing skin. How odd it would be for a normal person, but not Adar.

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I can't believe I let Melanie see me like that, though Adar.

He was still replaying the look of fear that was imprinted on Melanie's face. Embarrassment and frustration arose in him every time he thought of how she had seen him, nearly insane.

Adar grimaced at the remembrance and sat up.

Why does it bother me so much... Why?

Adar saw Mrs. Willis (with a bucket ) heading to the small pigsty, which was relatively close to the house, only a few yards to the right. He ran to her with a question in thought. 

"Mrs. Willis? " said Adar as he approached.

She turned to see Adar standing a feet away.

"Oh my, Adar."  Said Mrs. Willis." How long have you been outside?"

"Half an hour or so."  replied Adar. He immediately noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Adar pulled up his sleeves to his elbows.

"Mrs. Willis, allow me to feed the slop to the pigs."

"If you can handle it."  replied Mrs. Willis. "I do thank you. It should allow me to have enough time to make chicken soup." 

Adar nodded and took the bucket of slop from Mrs. Willis.

"By the way, Mrs. Willis. Where are John and Melanie? "

"Oh." Said Mrs. Willis, stopping mid-walk. She turned around and smiled. "They went into town this morning. John had an appointment with a few individuals and Melanie begged to go along with him." 

"Okay. Thank you for telling me."  Said Adar.

Melanie said she would wait until I was healed, thought Adar. A sense of disappointment fell over him, the cause unbeknown to him.

He walked into the pigsty and closed the door behind him. There had been large pair of black leather boots at the entrance of the sty. He had put them on before he had entered.