Author: WolfishMoon PM
Zulu Neverin lost almost everything 'cause of Arvid Terp. The one who rules Atrenym and kills all he feels is a threat. After five years of training, Zulu returns to Atrenym. She for revenge and to stop Terp from hurting anyone again. Better than summaryRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,754 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-07-11 - Published: 12-02-11 - id: 2976171
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Hello people! I'm back with chapter 2. As I said before the first chapter is really just a prologue. Also, just so ya know all of this is taking place 5 years after the prologue. I forgot to put that last chapter… sorry! Anyway enjoy the chapter and in case you don't read the end note… REVIEW!
Stepping of the train, Zulu rubbed her temples. Around twenty frantic people were boarding the train she alone had been a passenger on, trying as she had all those years ago to get out of the country and into the relatively freer Zytriel. She scanned the crowed for a familiar face, clutching her VisuCom. She had sent Kaylie a message a few days before telling her when she would be back from the five year apprenticeship she had suffered through, but had gotten no response. Worried thoughts swirled through her mind. Had Kaylie gotten a new VisuCom with a different number? Had she not read the message because she hadn't recognized the number? But Zulu's worries were unfounded. She sighed in relief when she spotted the brown haired girl sitting on a bench. Zulu ran up and tapped Kaylie on the shoulder. When the hazel eyes girl looked up, she broke into a smile and hugged Zulu as tight as she could, when she pulled away, she said, "Hi!" as she took in Zulu's appearance, her gleeful expression turned to one of absolute horror, "Oh god, you cut your hair!"
Zulu laughed and said, "It's been five years and the first thing you say is about my hair? And yeah, I cut it. It got in the way." Kaylie nodded and giggled slightly looking much more like an eight year old than the eighteen year old she was. "So, how is everybody?" Zulu asked
"Uhhh… very angry. The Dictator told everybody you were dead... killed as you tried to escape," Kaylie's voice was quiet now and her expression dead serious, "And, oh Zulu I don't know how to say this..." Kaylie broke off and took a breath, "He-he killed your parents to-to make an example out of you, to stop anyone with Power from trying to escape..." Kaylie's voice cracked and she wrapped her arms around a frozen Zulu. Zulu's eyes were the only thing that betrayed the wave of emotion swirling through her. Anger, confusion, hatred, and most of all; intense sadness swirled through her brain. It made her feel as if her mind was a cup of coffee in which someone just poured cream. The emotions were so intense that it was impossible to cry, impossible to move, impossible even to think. Kaylie seemed in a state that was little better. But time had lessened her pain. Kaylie had already been gifted five years to mourn the people who had been more like family to her than her parents had. Eventually, Kaylie managed to pull herself together and took Zulu by the hands, "Come on Zu-zu let's go somewhere more private," Zulu only barely registered the words, but it was enough and Zulu felt herself nodding. Kaylie weaved through the town, as if she had been there for years, and Zulu realized that she could have been. Last she'd seen Kaylie, they were ten and thirteen, Zulu desperately trying to get to get out of the country. It had been five years since then and Zulu was fifteen, Kaylie eighteen. Much had changed in those five years.
"Kaylie, where are we going?" Zulu finally found the strength to ask as Kaylie pulled her into a building that seemed abandoned.
"Here!" was the response. Zulu raised an eyebrow and was about to ask why when a door to the right of her creaked open and the room was illuminated with a soft flickering light. Standing in the door way, a woman held a lamp above her head, casting the room in flickering patterns of light and shadow. She had dark skin the exact shade of dark chocolate and hair black as the shadows flickering around them.
"What are you doing here, Terp? I thought that you'd be done playing rebel for the day to get back home in time for dinner with the dictator," The woman's dark eyes flamed with anger and distrust. Zulu looked at Kaylie to see that her own eyes contained the same angry glare. It's amazing, Zulu thought, I never knew that black and hazel eyes could ever look so alike...
"I could ask you the same question, assassin," Kaylie's voice was cold and hard, "In fact, I have more right to be here than you do remember, I had to pick up Zulu and bring her here remember?" Kaylie's eyes flashed dangerously and everything about her screamed 'I wanna kill you right now, but sadly I don't have a gun on me right now,' Zulu shivered at the change but the so called assassin seemed unaffected.
"Ah, so she actually came. I never did believe you when she said that she hadn't been killed. So this is a surprise," Zulu narrowed her eyes at being talked about like she wasn't there.
"You didn't answer my question, why are you here?"
"I am here to provide medical aid, Terp."
"That's my job and you know it, Night!" Zulu pushed her eyebrows together. Since when was Kaylie good at medical stuff? Last Zulu heard, Kaylie could hardly stand the sight of blood! Night the assassin smirked.
"I said aid Terp. I know full well that medicine is your department. I raided a military camp last night and thought that I'd bring you the stuff I found," Night shoved a bag in Kaylie's arms. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Kaylie opened the bag and peered inside.
Kaylie sighed and said, "This seems to be legit," and tromped away, Zulu before following like lost puppies in the middle of a storm.
Word Count: 899 Yaaayz! Longer than last chapter by about 100 words! Anyway I would like to thank all my wonderful reviewers that have reviewed since I posted chapter two, whether or not they actually reviewed for the second chapter: No One, Daughter of Nobody – thebloodroses – shipmodels – Rosie Thorne
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