This Isn't Me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Back at home, Mitch and Jerome went out to town to sell what we didn’t need from our mining trip. Ian went to the blacksmiths in town, and Adam continued to help me train with a blade, but quite frankly I didn’t want to hurt him. He moved fast with the make shift wooden sword he had, I had one as well; we used them to practice fighting.

“Ty, I swear you’re getting worse!” Adam laughed, lightly striking me in the gut, then countering my pathetic attack and gently striking my shoulder. Well sorry; I didn’t want to hurt you. I quickly slashed down at his stomach, catching him off guard and grazing his shirt. He laughed. “Good, but you basically missed.” He determined, rubbing the top of my head. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Whatever.” I quietly stated as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leaving the wooden swords in the yard and leading me back inside.

“Oh, I was meaning to ask, have you used any of your diamonds? I mean, you could have, like, two new pieces of armor by now, what are you doing with them?”

“Saving, I don’t know what I want really.” I shrugged. Adam went into the kitchen, returning a minute later.

“Hey, we should go to town and do a bit of shopping, the fridge is empty again.” I laughed, following Adam outside and down the crunching road. His sword at his hip, he looked ready for a fight, and yet at peace. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, cattle and sheep grazing in the overgrown fields or at the forest line. The trees softly swayed with the wind, and the sun cast a shadow of peace over us.

“I can already smell the bakery.” Adam started, basically running into town.

“Hey, wait up!” I called, running after him. I saw Mitch and Jerome, stopping as Adam disappeared inside the bakery, bent over to catch my breath as Mitch and Jerome came over.

“The fridge empty?” Jerome simply asked. I nodded. “I thought so, come on, let’s go get him.” We walked into the bakery, and I jogged over to Adam, who was looking over all the different cakes and cookies and freshly made bread, still warm.

“Now, I know we need bread.” Mitch confirmed. “Shit, what else do we need?”

“We should get cookies.” Adam stated, tapping the glass.

“I think we’re running low on meats, we’ll have to stop by Mr. Hatchet’s place.” Jerome added. “And fruit, we need some fruit too.”

“We should get the warm cookies.” Adam repeated.

“Um… stew? Do we need mushrooms, or… no; no one’s been sick lately, never mind.” I mumbled.

“Hey Ty, do you think you could find Ian? He should know what we need, we’ll wait here.”

“Adam, we aren’t getting the cookies.” Jerome stated as the door closed behind me. I walked down the street, smiling to people when they said hi, or anything of the sort. Eventually arrive to the blacksmiths, I found Ian and Miss. Israel talking, Ian’s sword being polished in her lap, both of them sitting.