Story Saturday — Meet the Unknown

Hey guys! Me again! Follow the previous posts (and/or read the story from the beginning) using this label if you’re interested :) Loved the cliff hanger? Mwahahahah. *ahem* Onto the story.

“I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” I say, stepping closer.

“Really?” A voice floats from the darkness of the trees ahead. I smile, I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Darius?” I put my sword away and he steps out. His eyes are a stormy grey and he’s not happy. My smile fades.

“Did you forget your promise?” His voice is low, his gaze burning angry enough to sear a hole though me. I wince, I’d rather have him shouting at me. I don’t say anything, just wait for him to finish.

“What do you think this is? A child’s play area? There are monsters out here.” He vents. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, before walking over to me. I’m afraid of the words he has building up in the silence.

“If she matters so much you should have told me. And I would have gone,” he finally says tiredly. That’s what I love about him, he knows me inside out. But I don’t want to get him involved, so I don’t say anything, just look down at my boots.

He drops down against a tree and closes his eyes. My heart hammers against my ribs and I’m worried he’s going to take me back. I could probably make a run for it, but I know from experience that Darius is faster.

He cracks open his right eye and takes in my muddy frame, all the while my mind is in a war with itself – flee or stay. So when he smiles and shakes his head, I blink to make sure I’m not imagining it. “You can’t possibly expect to get very far.” I glare at him and sit down next to him, careful not to bend my leg.

“You’re not going to take me back are you?” He shakes his head.

“The Keeper will kill us both. Probably you first, but me too.” He chuckles and I punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“We have to go. You can rest later.” I say the last part playfully. And also because I don’t want to walk around at night.

“Me? Rest? Lets see who’s begging me for a break in a bit.” He stands and begins making his way through the forest. Not in the direction I was going in. I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it.

“You weren’t even going in the right direction.” He calls and I run to catch up to him, my cheeks heating up till I know they are colored with shame.

Copyright Asma Faizal


Asma is a cat-loving co-blogger at IceyBooks. She's a 15 year old homeschooler who spends her time blogging (obviously), reading, and whatever else strikes her fancy. She's also a part time pirate and assassin.


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    Kit Grindstaff

    May 18, 2013

    I'm in awe of your talent! Both you, Asma, and Hafsah…OMG. I know you've posted a lot of your writing before, but this is the first time I've had time to read it. I can't believe you're only 12!