"I'm home!" I heard Armen yell as I turned from the upstairs window. I looked down from the doorway at him and smiled. I waved and walked downstairs.
"Welcom home, honey!" I joked, laughing. He laughed as Drake entered the main room, closing his bedroom door behind him.
"Hi, Armen. Find any dimonds today?" He asked politely, looking out of the staircase window at the fading light of the sun.
"No. Just iron and coal. I did find this really cool blacksmith. He fixed my sword. He's cool," I smiled and rolled my shoulders as I walked to the kitchen counter, grabbing an apple.
"You guys get to fend for yourself, tonight!" I exclamed playfully as I bit into the newly washed, juicy apple. They scowled at me and walked past me into the kitchen.
I sighed and leaned on the wall by the stairs, looking around the large room. In the far left-hand corner from the front door, was our itty-bitty kitchen. To the right, the staircase was found along with the door leading to the basment I swore I'd never go in. I noticed it was no longer getting dark and I looked through the kitchen window to see the moon and stars.
"C'mon, Lydia. Its time for bed," I nodded at Drake and started to follow when I heard the sound of a bow. I looked down and saw an arrow lodged in the wood beside my feet. I yelped and ran for the bedroom door.
"Are there skeltons in the house? Because I was just shot at!" I yelled as I shut the bedroom door.
"No..." Drake looked at me sceptically and pushed past me to open the door, "ZOMBIES!"
I smiled slightly at his reaction to mobs indoors as Armen entered the room, "Not inside the house."
"Right there, man!"
"Oh....Let me get my sword," Armen said in confusion as he ran into our room.
"You mean the old one?" Drake questioned as we backed imto the wall. The zombies were trying to break the door.
"Yeah. Its the only one I have."
I followed Armen and grabbed my iron sword. I looked at Armen's and smiled softly as the dimond reflected off of the iron. Nodding to him, I ran out of the bedrooms and into the main room. I killed two zombies and Armen finished off the last three with only a few bruises. Another arrow whizzed past my face and I jerked my head to the side in reaction, looking up for the archer. But I saw no one.
"Who keeps shooting at me?" I asked, mostly to myself, in frustration.
" I don't know, Lydia. Maybe we should just go to bed," Armen suggested as Drake leaned on the doorframe just outside of his bedroom.
I nodded in agreement and walked past Drake and then past Armen and I's doorway. I gently placed my sword in my chest, after I cleaned the blade, and locked it. I then laid down in my sleeping bag and clssed my eyes, drifting off almost immediatly.
(A/N: Sorry for the short Chappy!! I'm exhausted and stressed with other, current issues. Life is taking its toll. On that happy note, I just want to say, I have enjoyed writting these first two chapters and I cant wait to continue. Just so you guys know [Don't read on if you dont't like spoilers] this is a Grayson x OC fanfic)
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Forging A Path
FanfictionThis is the story of a haunting. A haunting of two boys and a girl. Drake and Armen can't recall where she came from. She doesn't know either. All she knows is she is special. Lydia has been with them as long as they can remember. How long is tha...
