Tuesday, 16 February 2010
09:27:06 PM (GMT)
Probably going to meet Ana soon, Pastrizzle.
And so the training continued, day after day, and at the end of each Lindie and
James would walk to the clearing, sit with each other and let everything go.
Eventually Lindie could shoot a perfect 100 on each target, even when she'd go into
the woods and ride side-saddle (she learned to ride the horse on her own).
Cane approached Lindie one day, while she was talking with James.
"You two are ready."
Lindie's eyes grew wide, as well as her lips, which parted into a smile. James
smiled too, teeth and all. "Really?" He asked.
"Yes. I warn you two, though. There is good and evil out there, and you can
never know which is which."
The next morning the pair were given new clothes, made of some soft material
neither of them were familiar with. They made their way downstairs, to see that the
fences had been open in a small area, enough for them to get through. The fence went
under the corridor with the many windows Lindie walked through each day. James
smirked, then looked at Lindie with a mischievous smile.
"Want to do something spontaneous?"
Lindie was unsure, but didn't say so. "Always."
The glass was taken out from the windows carefully, apart from when James
smashed them with his sword to get a start. They removed the glass with bare hands,
cutting themselves more than once. When the opening was big enough, they each crawled
through the space and stood on the window, their bodies pressed against the outer
walls. They intertwined fingers carefully, and took a leap of faith.
"Where does one find a key?" Lindie pondered aloud as their feet left footprints
in the dirt.
"I'm not sure," James admitted. When the dirt turned to mud, James paused.
"Mud. There's a water source nearby."
Lindie frowned. "We have plenty," she said, gesturing towards the water canteens
around her waist that had been placed on her nightstand that morning.
"Not my point," James said. "Rivers have to empty out somewhere."
"If Scenery is London's parallel, we're miles away from any oceans."
"Scenery can't be exactly parallel. Think about the forests. Where have you seen
those in London?"
Lindie nodded in agreement, and they stepped off course, following the muddy