Chapter 3- Raquel

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I sneak around the outskirts of the land of exile. I know I could take down anybody who tried me, even the Tarents but I would like to avoid a fight if I can. The Tarents are usually the worst out their. They know how to steal and kill. They will take what they want and don’t care who gets hurt in their way. The Yenders are almost never banished. Either all of their citizens are great at following the rules or they just are more into execution. The occasional Yender that has been exiled is almost never seen. They are all very smart so they know how to avoid predators. The Selvians that are exiled usually don't have any problems. We know how to lead, even if it's a band of criminals.

I follow my map for about another hour until the sun has fully set. Thank God its spring, I would never survive out here in the winter. I settle down in a nice undergrowth full of bushes. I make sure I can't be seen and lay down in my sleeping bag to sleep.

I dream about a secret village. I'm along my journey to get the stone. I stumble across some old huts and while walking around I encounter a villager that takes my hand and guides me to a underground passageway. The villager is quite attractive. Very tall and muscular. He has a clean shaven face and sharp jaw. His lips are thin and pressed and his hair is short and curly, a nice and glossy black. The feature that stands out the most is his eyes, one is bright blue and the other is green. He never talks but leads me to this wall with ancient carvings in it. I look around but before I can realize he has vanished. I go to touch the wall and as soon as my fingertips touch the cold stone, a bright red stone melts out of the wall and into my fingertips. Before I can get a good look at the stone I wake up abruptly.

I wake up to the sound of screaming and rushing water. As soon as I get up I no longer remember the dream. I sneak out of my hiding place and gather up my bow and arrows. I run to the place were I hear the disruption and hide behind a wide oak tree. I can see faces lit by fire that seems to be coming from a flame maker in the center of a group created my it seems aquaticans. The leader of the aquaticans has a low voice and is says something I cant quite hear. Something about a guy named John White and a secret. The woman in the middle has very short red hair and has a sweatshirt that looks about 2 sized to big for her. The flames coming from her hands shoot at one of the aquaticans and nearly misses my tree. She yells back her reply

"I used what I found out I never said any names you idiots let me leave!"

All of the aquaticans start to generate a large pool of water and hold it over her. I takes me a minute before I realize that they are drowning her. I can't let her die. I grab my bow and arrows and as I aim I wonder if I'm making the right choice but I still shoot. 1, 2, 3, gone. I whip out my dagger and sprint up. It takes me 4 long strides before I reach the leader and I stab. I can feel the warm sickly blood on my hands as I pull the dagger out. I go to move on to the next person but I see they have all run away in the opposite direction.

I take a good look at the girl. She is in the center if the circle coughing her lungs out. I start to look into her head, and I've got to applaud her, shes been through some shit.

I can see her parents. They are dead on the ground. I'm not very tall in this vision so I guess that she is around 4. My mind flashed and I fast forward to when she is stealing from a trailer home. It flashes again and then I see her and what looks like some kind of teacher teaching her how to throw a dagger. It flashes and I see her kissing a very attractive looking woman. Another flash and  shes getting led by a tall looking dude with curly hair to some kind of courtroom. It flashed once more and she is in the middle of the circle looking up at the leader of the aquaticans.

My visions were interrupted by a wall of fire so I have to step back.

"What the FUCK just happened" she said, still coughing. I look at her and stay silent

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