Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 3: Trusting that I can Run from Death

1st thing.  Thank you, littlestarcrossed, for being my 4th fan! This girl can WRITE poems!! If you love poems, head to her page! 

2nd.  The blonde kid is Mart.

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The smiling sun had an obvious change in Naron's outlook of his day. He stops fussing and takes in the beautiful day.

"It takes someone being more stubborn to get a stubborn person to enjoy something." I murmur into his soft hair as I follow Niam and Azjin to the gardens. I heard babbling, and I didn't even try to figure out who it was. All I was focused was on finding Quaten and Dantem.

Neither showed.

I look around with a frown, encountering nothing new; just glaring slaves. Not only did I have someone I could count on and trust, but I also had a fairly easy job compared to the others.  Yes, I am hated. 

But I don't care.

Refusing to take any more glares, I turn to the two young girls to my left. They were watching the field workers. "Azjin," I raise an eyebrow as her head whirled in my direction, and her eyes slightly widened. Then I register this was the first time she had heard my voice actually talking to her. "Azjin," I repeat, "watch Niam well, and take her wherever she like. I'll be taking Naron to the stables."

She nods, and looks at Niam expectantly. She puts a small finger on her little chin. "Lets go to the storage room." Niam says as an order while dragging Azjin by the hand. A bright smile claims the slave's face as she follows her master.

Not taking time to allow myself to think, since that is when I get in the most trouble, I switch Naron to my other hip and walk on the soft grass towards the stables. Come on, Dantem, be there.

"Stinky." Complains Naron as we step into the large barn.

"I agree." I wrinkle my nose as I look from the cows, to the horses, to other animals. I desperately want to remove a hand from Naron's support and press it to my nose. It's hard not to envy how Naron uses his hand to hold his nose, yet easily uses his other hand to hold on to my dress.

"Dantem?" I whisper softly, walking slowly around as I look. "Dantem, are you there?" I whisper louder, needing to know he is all right before I got to sleep tonight. Or try to sleep, anyways.

"He's not here."

I turn to the voice and glare. "I thought the new cat would have killed all the rats by now  Pitty that is missed one as big as you.  Must be blind." I snarl, then cock my head."What happened to your face?"

"Got slapped when I asked what happened to Dantem." Mart drawled as he tenderly stroked the swollen spot on his cheek.

"Oh," I say in pitiful tone, and fake a pouting face. "poor pitiful, pretty blonde boy. Sucks being treated like a slave, huh?" I want information on Dantem, but the need to insult this monster inside of the boy is too great. Plus, that mark told me how much he knew.

"I thought you would be interested to know what happened to your boyfriend, witch."

I laugh at his feeble attempt to insult me. I am a slave; I've been called every awful name in the book. "You don't have to tell me you answer, I'm looking at it." I sneer as I turn on my heels with a very confused Naron mumbling something.

"So, you don't care about him then?"

"What's it to ya?" I question, glancing over at my shoulder. The rat was wanting the price on me,  and was ready to sell me away to the next face he saw.  "Besides, why were you even asking about him?  It's not like you care."