The Red Warrior

.4.

I let out the breath I was unknowingly holding. I scanned the area, amazed by the sight ahead of me. At first glance it appeared to be a training room, which wouldn't have been out of place in our village, but when you stepped closer. When you really took notice of the furniture and positioning of the tools set out before you , it looked almost like a torture chamber. I could feel the butterflies of fear fluttering through my somewhat empty stomach.
As afraid as I was my curiosity took the better of me, and I stepped forward. My tall and lanky figure walked through the room, searching for anything that could give me a clue to what this area was truly used for. But before I could find any interesting evidence I heard those same voices from earlier.
They were fast talking, ruff and foreign to this area, almost carrying a elvish tounge. My eyes scanned the room, looking for anything I could hide behind, just to my luck there was nothing large enough to hide my personal, I could try to shimmy behind the sword rack in the corner. No that would make too much noise.
I was just about to try my luck at unlatching one of the cold looking windows when the voices started in English. They also accompanied another voice.
'What do you mean he's calling back the soldiers.' I knew that voice, scratchy and boyish. The lord.
I leant in closer. Trying to hear without giving away my very obvious position around the corner.
'The king has decide it not worth man power to advance on the forester army's until we have solid proof their plotting.' No. The forester army's  couldn't be planning anything! Right? I didn't really hear the rest of their conversation as I was too busy running possible outcomes over in my head.
As soon as the men had cleared out I sprinted back in the direction I had come, hopeful to find my way back to the light of the party.
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I woke early the next morning. Hoping to get some chores in before everyone else awoke to pester me. But alas my father sit at the old table, breaking my solitude.
'Ah my little flame, come here.' He gestured to me, in his strained but calming voice.
I walked into his arms without a second thought.
'Father you cant be calling me little! I am off for training in a few days. Than i am practically an adult.' I pointed out, standing straight with my finger pointed out in a matter of fact-like way. I sighed in content as I started on my chores, leaving my father to continue on with his thinking. It was true though, I was to be expected at the training school in only afew days. And i was skittish Just thinking about it.

Whaaaaat! I am alive. Sorry I know I said I would update but than I got sick and had bunch of school and stuff.... But hey I am here now!
Thanks lilyisaunicornfart and creepyandproud for all the help and reminding me the story exists!
-Stella