WARNING: I wrote this after spending almost 7 hours typing my English Project. I have no idea what will come of this.
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Yanille awoke to the sight of a cluttered, dust filled room. He inhaled deeply, filling himself with the scent of crisp mountain air. Yanille raised himself onto his elbows so that he could examine himself. His torso was wrapped in a layer of linen that was white and sterile, except for the places where his blood had seeped through.
Gritting his teeth, Yanille pushed himself into a sitting position as gingerly as he could. His caution was wasted as he felt his wound reopening, and the flow of blood begin again. A sudden noise from outside the room brought Yanille back into the present, as he listened in on the happenings of the small cottage.
Yanille could hear the pitter patter of small feet on the floor and in the distance the baaing of sheep and goats. Concentrating, Yanille focused on a conversation between a boy and a girl not much younger than him. Listening even more, Yanille realized that he was the subject of their conversation.
Slipping on his shredded tunic, Yanille climbed out of the one window in his small room. The shock from landing, even from only a few feet up, sent a lance of pain up his side. Yanille stood and proceeded in the direction of the conversation he had heard.
As he crested the top of a small hill, he caught sight of two people. Yanille walked over at a leisurely pace. The two noticed him when Yanille was within a few feet of them.
"So you've finally decided to grace us with your presence, have you?" The young man questioned. Yanille ignored the boys first comment and asked, "What happened to the bear?"
The two of them exchanged a glance. "Ryle killed it whi--" "YOU WHAT!?" Yanille screamed. "We...killed it?" The girl mumbled, obviously confused. "Do you know how much time I spent tracking that damned bear!?" Yanille continued, taking a few steps towards the young girl. "Do you have any idea how much time it'll take to find another one!?"
"I..uh..We...um.." The young girl stuttered, as Yanille stepped even closer. "Leave Caelia alone." Ryle interrupted, stepping between Caelia and Yanille.
Yanille stood there, eyes locked with Ryle, trying to control his rage. Just when it seemed that he was about to attack Ryle, Yanille stormed off back the way he had come mumbling curses under his breath the whole way.
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Ok...suckish? Yes. But you still owe me a PB&J Rachel.
