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The Rose and the Honeysuckle — Chapter 3
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stared at this gorgeous woman and realized that there was not a single
line on her face. She had delicate features but she was lithe and
almost young. Tina gasped as she looked at her in the eyes, for this
woman was slightly taller than she was. The were almost the same height
but she could’ve sworn that when she walked into the tavern, the woman
had been small, she would have even said short.
“Come, you must know already the danger that is in the air. We must
leave,” She sternly snapped her last glove on, took one last look at
Tina, paused thoughtfully and swept out of the room.
Tina felt a throbbing and ringing in her ears. She must decide what to
do and decide now. Should she trust this woman? She didn’t know this
woman. Tina tugged on one of her locks and shook her head. She raced
down the hallway, careful to stay on her toes so that she would make a
sound. She paused in front of her
bedroom and quietly snuck in. She went quickly to Rose’s side and
unclapsed the locket from around her own kneck, it was a gift from her
mother and from a far off land. She dropped it gently into Rose’s
outstreched hand. In her sleep Rose clutched the warm locket tightly
and smiled to herself while in her dream. Tina wanted so much to kiss
her cheek but fearing that she would wake her she merely let one tear
fall down her cheeks before she turned and headed out the door.
Thankfully her riding clothes were in the downstairs closet. She ran
down to get them and grabbed an extra cloak from a chest as well as
some underthings. She could feel the fog pressing into the house so she
hurriedly wrapped her clothes and stuffed them into her father’s saddle
bags. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed some extra loaves of bread,
dried meat and as much fruit and vegetables as she could manage. She
grabbed a large piece of chocolate that they had saved for a year and
hastily wrote two notes to her parents and left one in the cookie jar
where her brother would find it but where it wouldn’t be read on the
table by any strangers or enemies. She grabbed her bow and quivers and
added her elder brother’s quivers to her own satchel. ‘He will be
furious,’ she thought. She carressed the bow with her fingers. It was
intricately carved with fanciful creatures, a gift from her father, she
always thought that he had carved it, now she wasn’t so sure. She
paused as she stood near the doorway. Placing her things, on the table,
she looked at the old oak chest near the back door. Quickly and with a
small grunt she pushed the chest as hard as she could away from the
wall. Then she deftly reached into an open knothole in the floorboards
and pulled open the trap. Inside was a bundle of cloth. She pulled it
up and checked the hilt. It was a man’s sword, her father’s but as she
remembered seeing it in childhood, it was very light, light enough for
any woman to use, made out of a terribly strong but unnamed metal that
weighed next to nothing. She strapped it quickly to her back and looked
down. There were three parchments, she knew one was a map but didn’t
have time to check so she grabbed them. Then she saw a small leather
pouch and pulled that up. In it were small gold coins, she exclaimed in
surprise as they rolled out in her hands, then came two ivory figurines
of a man and a woman, one strange large coin and three small gems. She
dropped them all back in and tucked the pouch into her pocket. She then
placed her last note into the hole and pushed the chest into place.
Satisfied, she wiped the dust from her fingers and slipped both her
knives into her boots, then she took her father’s larger knife and
three of her brother’s knives, and finally she slipped her small
mother’s knife into her bodice. She tingled from the cold feel of it
between her *****. She grabbed all her medicinal herbs, some potent remedies
and her little emergency kit. She felt really bad about taking all
these things but her gut told her that she would need all the supplies
she could get and if the woman was right, her family would be okay and
she would need them more then they would. If the woman’s was wrong,
well, none of them stood much of a chance unless they fled. ‘Besides,’
she thought guiltily, ‘My elder brothers have plenty of swords, knives
and weapons, some as intricate as this sword.’ They had all been gifts
from her father. She shook her head quickly, swept up her stuff and
readied herself for the door.
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Can’t wait for more! Hate to sound like a perv …but will there be any nookie in this story? Just curious…since it’s a fairytale….and there tends to be no nookie in fairytales…lol
oh the suspense! this is really really good. it reminds of Lord of the Rings. is that sword made out of mithril? like B&TF said – i also noticed the reference to tim and was surprised at the pairing…but it works. post soon.
Loving this story…it’s so unique. Is Helena in your story???
interesting
I like this story! :) Very different, in a really good way. Very Wheel Of Time as well as LOTR. ;)
smiley….i think Helena is going to be the old witch. Teelu…I love this story! Just keep them safe.
L O V I N’ this start to a very different beginning. gosh!! great imagination and visualization. simple yet captivating. can’t wait to read the continuing chapters. thanks for taking the time to share with us and as always, my most gracious ten thumbs up to you and taking the time to write and entertain us all.
Damn scary, excited and so adventure. Ok post soon please, thanks!
Yes! This is refreshingly different.
it is kinda scary LOL…what an adventure…where’s shane? is it her hand? and yes, i noticed refernce to tim and was surprised at pairing
What an exciting adventure! I’m looking forward to more.
“If you don’t leave, everyone you know and love will die,” … Oh my, sounds ominous!
Okay. . .you don’t think THAT was scary? I used to live in the middle of the woods of MA and could eat scary movies for breakfast, then I moved to the city and became an absolute pansy. . .can’t handle scary dark nature creepy things without my eyes in slits. . . Hahaha, this is a GREAT story. . please continue. Oh and yeah, got the Tim thing, well he was the only guy in the show! Gotta atick him in there somewhere!(well there was Mark but. . .I don’t like to refer to S2,hahah)
OMG! I’m scared, excited, curious,and anxious all at the same time! I do like an adventure. I can’t wait to find where this story takes me. I am captivated by it. I really like this story, so far. I am SO very wrapped up in it! Please post soon.
Really cool! im loving please continue im having fun and enjoying alot lol :)
Young Tina is a brave adventurer. A mysterious woman + a stone man. It’s attractive enough for a young lady to begin her adventure without any more reason. But I feel a bit sorry for her family too, coz Tina really took everything with her… lol
Ok, I’m more hooked now than I was before. Looking forward to the next chapter.
This is so different but good. Keep going…
Your fairy tale keeps getting better. I love the foreboding atmosphere, character development, attention to detail and growing sexual attraction. Thank you for this holiday treat.
This is very very cool. I’m a huge Lord Of the rings fan,so I’m likin this. I think they needto run into a Wizard (a good one of course). Thanks for takin the time
I like this strie Lot!! It’s cute..an adventure..hehe&hopefulli a romance..aww Tina blushing at every lil subtle movement frm her Ms. Porter how swt..BEAUTIFUL! GRT chapter btw..THNXlot4writing Post soon will u?