Mythara

Chapter 1

Hey guys! :) Ok.... this might be confusing, but this is Chapter 1. The rest before this was prologue. Every single one of 'em. From here on they're pretty much Brogan. Enjoy!

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7 years later....

Inside a canvas tent, Brogan shuffled around, looking for his lost sock. The tent was square shaped, unlike triangular ones, and had a small open window where you could close it by rolling down a flap of clear material. The door flap was open and he could see, from the corner of his eye, Tanwyn strolling around restlessly in front of the tent.

Brogan's short, recently cut hair, was a bird's nest with leaves and twigs poking out if it. His wiry arms were muddy and his windbreaker jacket had several holes. He wore camouflage-patterned khaki pants which also were in tatters. Long, knee-length, leather boots covered up his right foot while he hobbled with the other foot bare.

Wher ein the world could that sock have gone? He thought, frustrated.

He couldn't afford to lose his socks, it was too dangerous to go and buy more in the crowded city. Someone might recognize him, or the Mythara's enemies could attack him. 

"What the potato?!" someone cried.

Brogan whirled around to see Tanwyn fall to the ground with the thump, an arrow protruding form her chest. His hand instinctively went to his dagger hilt. The dagger was in a leather sheath covered in inricate designs. Strong fingers grasped the mahogany wood, pulling out the arrow. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened when he saw the silvery, metallic blood spurting out of the wound. He knew it would take a lot more than just an arrow through the chest to kill his Ewynne, but still, it could cause much damage.

He desperately fought the urge to rush over to see if Tanwyn was alright. She was struggling to her and gave a low moan. Not daring to tactophren for fear he would alert the person who shot the arrow that he was a Mythara, all he could do was watch her.

"Oh my tree," the person gasped.

Brogan heard shuffling and the squelch of boots against the damp spring earth. Tanwyn struggled to her feet, hissing warnings at whoever was approaching her. Quickly, Brogan pulled on his remaining boot. He cautiously drew the long, gleaming dagger.

He had never before used it on a person, and he hoped he never would. He could barely bear using  it on animals for food. The only reason he did was to alleviate his hunger.

To his horror, it was not a man or even a boy that he could see through the tent door, but a girl. No, not a girl, a teenager, about his age. Her raven black hair was tied in a messy braid down her back. An expensive looking compound bow was slung over her shoulder. At her hips rested a belt with a quiver clipped onto it. Her eyes were a startling blue and her lips were parted in a astonished 'O'. She was not tall, but not short either. About 5 feet and 3, maybe 4 inches? Blue jeans covered her legs though he could see that they were well-muscled and she was obviously a runner.

Tanwyn risked a quick tactophren.

Brogan! Get her away, I don't want to hurt her!

WHAT?! Brogan glanced nervously at the person who had stopped several feet away from the panting Tanwyn. It had been years since he had ever even seen another human, what if he forgot how to speak?

Brogan! Tanwyn's thoughts had a warning tone in it now.

Well, here goes...Brogan thought nervously.

He cleared his throat and managed, "Er...hello?"

The girl whirled around, boots making a crunching noise and her eyes widened even more.

"Oh. My. Chili. Peppers."

What do I do now?! Brogan tactophrened desperately to Tanwyn.

Ask her what she's doing here! Oh, and don't worry about me, I can heal myself quite fine. Tanwyn replied, with a calm smugness that told Brogan she was amused to see what he would do.

"W-w-what are you doing here?" He stammered. "And who are you?"

There was a hesitant pause.

"Ione, my name's Ione. I was...hunting...w-what about you?" she asked nervously.

"I live out here, in the woods. My name's Brogan," he said, putting out my hand and desperately hoping that people still shook hands when greeting each other these days. "Wait, did you just say your name was I-oh-nee, or I-yaw-nee?"

"I-yaw-nee."

She shook my hand gently and cautiously before quickly pulling her hand back to fiddle with her arrows.

She's probably in complete shock, Brogan thought as Ione glanced down at the ground, not knowing what to do next.

The next thing she said made him go into shock as well.

"Hey, oh my celery, you're Mythara also! She's your Ewynne!" Ione exclaimed.

"W-w-what? How'd you know that?" I stuttered.

"I'm Mythara too! Duh," she laughed.