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Chapter 2

The Daily

The sun radiates through the window of her room. Her room large enough for the twin size bed, a table, a nightstand, and a good wooden chair. Spencer lies asleep on her stomach. Her hand hangs down on the bed. Her white sheets cover her back while her legs and shorts remain exposed. Her face forms sweat to make her face seem oily. Steam starts to release from her body. The sheet covering her back begins to burn in half. From her body the room begins to fill with the smell of smoke.

A middle aged man runs into her room. "Get up!" Spencer remains asleep. The man mumbles, "Every time this happens." He shakes her shoulder. The contact of the heat is like touching a hot plate. "Get up laz-zy!" More steam, heat, the covers are beginning to burn. The man runs out of the room and returns with a brown pale full of water. He throws it on Spencer. There is a sizzle as the water hits Spencer's body. Startled she looks around blinding the sun from her face. She turns over to look at, Owl man, Oskar. He sets the pale down on the ground, "You were doing it again."

Spencer shakes at her wet body sizzling. "Is it getting worse?" She gets a whiff of the burnt blanket and burnt hole in her top shirt. "How do I get it to stop?"

"Take care of it." Oskar lets out a chuckle, "I do not know. It's just that you're doing it again and I don't want you to burn the house down."

Spencer ponders if that was even possible. There was beautiful women all the time around the village. She's seen the royal court before. The nurse who patched her up. Princess Emily, the nurse who patched her up with a beautiful face, soft hands, curves. Thinking about her tight fitted gown makes Spencer heat up again.

"Spencer!"

Spencer shakes her head trying to contain the overwhelming thoughts of desire.

"Well, one thing for sure, you start fires, so don't have a steamy dream." Oskar looks at the sun out the window. "You probably have missed breakfast. You are probably missing practice too." Oskar shakes his head leaving the room.

She grabs her brown trousers from the chair. She touches the right side of her stomach perfectly healed. Her stomach is firm like there was never even a scratch on her body. She runs her hands through her shoulder length raven hair. Lastly, she puts on her boots.

The kitchen hall is dimmer then Spencer's room. In the kitchen also dining area Oskar is at a table with books, few paper, with a quill, his eye piece focused on a small golden object.

"What is there to eat?" Spencer looks around the kitchen, lighted by the chimney, window light, and lanterns. She smells wheat, milk, flies flying around grapes. On the counter there is cheese and her favorite silver plate with crumbs of her apple pie. On the counter Spencer picks up the spoon with a milky white liquid is in a pot, porridge. She drops the spoon on the pan. "Hmmm..." says Oskar. "There will be marketers in the West of town today."

"In the West of town?"

Oskar nods his head. Spencer darts out the house. Within seconds she comes back in the house. She heads straight to her room. She grabs a crimson red stone necklace, a one of a kind, unique, from her bed. She puts in her pocket.

Oskar asks, "You leave something?"

"Nothing important." Spencer answers trying to fix her ruffled crème shirt. "I have training later today."

"You are good at that stuff you know."

What happened with her family. The creature, not the fire that killed them. Oskar taking her in. Her entering the army. Spencer nods.