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“You! Girl!” someone shouted, “Come back here! Thief!” The call was spreading as Niya ran with the fruit she had stolen. She didn’t want to have to steal, but she had no way of making money. She knew no trade, and had no family or friends to support her. She thought that once she’d had a mother, one whom she could almost remember, but her mother had been gone since she had learned to run.Niya managed to lose the few who were running after her, or so she thought. Many just let her go, seeing the rags she wore and the mess her hair was, they knew she needed the food. Some even turned their backs when she approached, so that she could steal food more easily.
Niya never knew what to do or say when this happened. Her mother had never taught anything, except maybe to run fast when she was very young.
Niya crawled into her hidden cave, the place where she hid from the rain, the place where she tried not to offend the large animals that sometimes visited. It was dark and miserable in her little cave, but at least it was usually a bearable temperature. Niya had just bitten into a large red fruit with a stem when suddenly she thought she heard a sound. It sounded like a human footstep. Niya clutched the fruit tightly, prepared to throw it. But for some reason, when the tall figure entered the cave, she seemed to lose her fear. As if some strange calming feeling had filled the cave and taken over her mind.
The figure was a boy about her age, wearing a dark green cloak, seeming to hide something underneath it. He knelt in front of Niya. “I am Benjamin. What is your name?”
Niya stared into his eyes, which she could barely see in the gloom. Somehow she felt that she couldn’t trust him. He was her enemy. Her fear slowly came back and she was afraid to answer. But Benjamin placed his hand on her small, dirty shoulder in a comforting way. “You can call me Ben. I am your friend. Please tell me your name.”
Niya took a breath, summoning her courage, and whispered, “Niya.”
Ben smiled, appearing relieved. “Niya.” And without another word, he pulled out a large, silver, egg-shaped stone. “This is your dragon egg,” he said. “Take care of it. I will come back later.” He stood and exited the cave quickly.
After waiting a minute to see if he would come back immediately, Niya looked down at the egg. It couldn’t be real. She rubbed it with her hands gently. It was warm, and she could feel movements beneath the surface of the egg, as if the dragon inside that she knew would never hatch was answering to her touch.
She wondered how and why the egg had been given to her. It was a tradition that dragon eggs would be given to royalty as rewards for good or impressive deeds. There were very few dragons in the world, and eggs were also very rare. Niya had heard about them from talk down at the village when she hid down there, waiting for the moment to rush out and steal something.
Niya marveled at the sad fact that the baby dragon could stay in the egg forever, and only die if someone smashed its egg. The egg would never hatch, except for incredibly rare instances. Pitying the dragon, Niya began to gently rock the egg. She rocked it until she didn’t even feel her arms moving anymore, and then she heard footsteps again. Realizing that her eyes had closed, she opened them, and Benjamin entered once again. He was holding several packages.
Benjamin knelt by Niya’s side again and took the egg, placing some cloth in her arms instead. “These are for you to wear. Meet me outside.” He stood up and took the egg and the rest of the packages outside. Niya changed quickly, becoming nervous about why he was there and wondering if she should be doing what he said. She realized that she was so lonely that she’d rather die than go back to living how she had been. She walked outside and bet Ben, who had a comb in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. “May I do your hair?” he asked. Niya took an involuntary step backwards.
“I’m just going to try to get the knots out and make it look better,” he promised. “And I’ll try not to cut too much off.” Seeing the Niya still seemed unwilling, he stepped toward her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Please trust me?” he asked. Niya sighed.
“Okay,” she said softly, and Ben smiled, immediately walking behind her to fix her hair. Niya was surprised that he barely pulled on her hair at all, and when he was done her hair was still long, brown, and wavy, except now it was completely detangled and beautiful.
“Thank you,” said Ben when he was finished. Niya was surprised. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would actually enjoy fixing hair. “What was that for?” she asked softly. It was the longest sentence she had spoken in years.
“I can’t talk now, but please trust me. I need you to pose as my wife for the first part of our journey. I know it’s… really strange, but please trust me?” Ben seemed to be actually begging her now.
“I trust you,” said Niya, after a long pause. “I trust you with my life.”
This part I wrote simply because Ashmoon isn't on and I'm bored.And I've been reading all day and don't feel like reading anything else...
They traveled together for a few days, and yet they did not immediately become close friends as they might have. Part of the reason is that Niya rarely spoke, and Ben was unsure of what to say to her. Finally he gave up trying to listen to the silence and he asked Niya to tell him about what she remembered of her past.
“I was born in a cave. I might have had a mother once, but by the time I could run she was gone. I lived my life by hiding in a cave and stealing food when I could,” she said simply. Ben sighed.
“Tell me about your thoughts,” he said.
Niya looked at him uncertainly out of the corner of her eye. “What do you mean?”
“What did you think about, when you were alone?” he asked.
Niya stared into the distance. If the question had caught her by surprise, she didn’t show it. “I thought about my mother. And my hunger. And sometimes… magic.”
“What do you know about magic?” asked Ben. Niya sighed.
“Very little.”
“Have you ever seen magic preformed?” asked Ben.
“We are approaching an inn,” Niya said, avoiding the question. “Let us talk of something that a husband and a wife would talk about.”
Ben smiled slightly. “I don’t think they talk much. We’re young though, we’re supposed to act like we like each other.”
“And how would that be?” asked Niya suspiciously. To answer, Ben wrapped an arm around Niya’s shoulders and held her close.
“It may be a bit uncomfortable for you, but just pretend you love me,” said Ben. Niya didn’t answer.
“You get the bed,” said Ben. They had to share a room because it would look suspicious if they didn’t.
“I can’t sleep on beds. You take it,” said Niya.
Ben looked at her to see if she was serious. She was. “Okay. Unless it has bed bugs. I’m running low on money; I need you to lean your head on my shoulder and look tired.” Niya gave him a look. “Please?” he added. Niya sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. Ben found himself thinking about how pretty she was in the moonlight, but then he forgot about it as he wondered how he was going to pay for a place to stay for the night. Luckily the inn didn’t charge very much. Unfortunately, they soon found out why. “So, we have a tiny room with half of it taken up by a bed-of-sorts filled with bed bugs, and the floor is just a bunch of splinters waiting to happen,” said Ben. Without a word, Niya took the silver egg from him, and curled around it on the floor, next to the door. She was exhausted. Ben realized that he had been assuming that Niya could go as long as he could, and she had never complained… But now he realized that Niya needed more rest. He was wearing her out. Ben decided not to wake Niya up and see how late she’d sleep in. He lay on the floor next to her but closer to the bed. He listened to her soft breathing as he slowly fell asleep.
In the morning, Ben sat around for hours, watching Niya sleep. She finally awoke when it was almost noon. Realizing that she had slept so late, she rolled over to see that Ben was watching her. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, rubbing the egg again.
“I realized that I was wearing you out. You were exhausted. I’m sorry,” said Ben.
Niya sat up. “I’m okay,” she said. “We could have left earlier, I don’t need this much sleep.”
Ben put a hand on her shoulder. “Yes you do. I can tell you’ve been tired lately. Come with me, and we’ll go somewhere we can talk without being overheard.”
“Alright,” said Niya, standing up, still holding the egg. She placed it in Ben’s bag, where they were hiding it. Together they left the inn with a little food, and headed off to wherever Ben planned to explain things to Niya.
((That's so good! Is there more to it?))
((I just wrote that and I kind of got tired of writing... I wrote it in like the last twenty minutes or so.))
((It's really good. Very creative.))
((Sorry, I haven't had any ideas recently.... as in today....))
((lol. well i liked it. its interesting.))
((hey can u add me as a friend i dont know what the secret answer is))
((No, I only have people I know in real life or people I've been roleplaying with for like a year or so as friends. but you can guess at the answer if you want.... It's three words with no spaces, the name of my favorite christmas song, I believe.))
((ill try. but if i guess it will u add me as ur friend?))
((three words, no spaces, and if you guess right I'll just delete you off my friends list, so it's not really worth it unless you're REALLY bored, sorry!))
((why are we typing with parenthesis? oh i think i started it. i know, it's a really good story, i wish there was more.))
((sorry, I sort of started writing something else, plus there's this other story I started writing that I need to work on, but I'm super busy until Sunday...))
((Oh. Okay. It's a really good story...I think I said that already...lolz))
((you should finigh the story.I like it.))
((Thanks, but I already started another one... lol))
((that's my stories though!!))
Btw, I created this topic for MY story, in case you hadn't noticed, you could have created your own but whatever...
So basically I got microsoft word installed on my computer and I wanted ot use it.
-I decided I didn't like the prologue and I deleted it-