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A M A N A N D A C H I L D
A M A N A N D A C H I L D
It was a normal day, like any other. The most normal day Pales ever remembered having to date. Though, just as he passed the quaint Stationery Shop he stopped dead in his tracks and peered at it with a curiosity.
His sister might appreciate a nice letter from him on nice stationery, maybe. That or she'd storm over and smack him around with the paper he had personally written upon to check upon how things were at her end of the world. It seemed a ridiculous thought to anyone who knew the lad lived but a short distance away from his family. Though none of them were his blood kin, he appreciated them more than any would ever know.
Pales approached the door and opened it peering around a little, "'Allo?" He said experimentally. It didn't take long before a red-headed woman appeared into his view with a quiet welcoming smile and a greeting.
"Hello, how may we help you?" She replied, "Is there anything you need in particular?"
"Umm...yes...I was wondering what kind of stationery you sell." Pales replied slowly, suddenly he was very unsure of his motive for even being here.
Her smile faltered for a moment as if she had a sudden passing thought, "Yes, indeed..." She trailed off for a moment glancing at a door she vaguely pointed at it, "Go see if you can open that." The red-head told him quietly.
Pales blinked a bit, it was an odd request, but he nodded saying nothing more he approached the door and turned the knob. It opened without hindrance. He didn't look inside yet, instead he looked to the woman with a quirked eyebrow.
The woman merely sighed and waved a hand at him somewhat dismissively, "Just go on in." She wore a thin weary smile as if trying to encourage him to continue further in.
Pales looked unsure but nodded and turned and went into the room. Once in he glanced around and noted the somewhat dim lighting and the dusty-ness of the room. Was it always like this? The door closed behind him with a soft click causing him to jump slightly from fright. He took a deep breath calming down, he approached a stand where a book laid open surrounded by a bunch of craftsman's tools. It was slightly strange, or rather very strange. Pales' normal day was quickly becoming very un-normal. Above the book amongst the tools was an inkwell in which was a writing quill. He seemed fixated on that for a moment or two before his hand reached up and he plucked the quill for a moment, a wind swished through the room for no reason at all. The wind brushed against him nudging him a bit closer to the stand. There were no windows and thus definitely no reason why no wind ought to press through this particular room, causing the dust to unsettle slightly.
He stared down at the book his nose twitching a bit on its own volition. Before Pales could stop it, his hand leaned forth quill in hand and he began to write:
"Why did you do that?"
It wasn't long before he finished before words began to appear on their own as if writing themselves on the parchment of the book:
"No one else was going to."
It seemed to be a response to the question he wrote, his spine felt a chill running up it and suddenly his senses were overwhelmed with sound and a whirl-wind of items were swirling around him. He caught glimpses of a workshop and smelt the musty-ness of an underground mountain home. Before him a child slowly appeared, with pointy ears and ram's horns upon either side of his head. The child's yellow eyes seeming naturally narrowed and almost squinting staring at Pales with a look that seemed to say, "You'll do."
Soon everything settled and he was back in the room the quill back in its inkwell though he didn't remember putting it there. The boy was also there, right in front of Pales, holding a hammer in his small hands. Pales' brow seemed to knit together with lines of worry and confusion, "Where did you come from?"
The boy just frowned, and it seemed as if he had never smiled a day in his young life from his birth onward.
"I...See you can't talk. Let's go out front maybe the lady can help." Pales offered the boy his hand though ready to pull back as that hammer in the boy's hand didn't look like a toy at all.
The black haired boy stared at the hand for a moment and then tossed his head side to side showing more clearly the fiery colored braids that were tied off just behind his ears. It seemed the boy shook his head, but just as Pales with drew his own hand the small boy put his hand into the hand offered to him by the man.
Pales smiled a bit in spite of the seriousness the situation seemed to declare by the young boy's frowning face. "Well I'll take care of you if that is what is required." Pales murmured as they went out front.
The woman was gone obviously having other matters to attend to. At least that is what Pales decided. The man turned to the boy that still held his hand, how old was this boy? Pales had no idea of how to tell, he assumed the boy was about 5 or 6 maybe a little younger. "Do you have a name?"
The ram-horned boy just stared at him for a long moment. Pales heard something in the back of his head after a few moments, "Arthmael IronStrike." The man blinked and the voice came again a little stronger, "Armel!" After that it began to chant it. The chant seemed to sound like it was coming deep from the bowls of the earth itself though they were obviously not near any such place. "Do you hear that?" Pales asked the boy who was still staring at him. At the man's question the boy's eyebrow seemed to only rise ever so slightly.
"Guess not." Pales listened quietly to the strange chanting only he could hear. Apparently he was officially going crazy now, which was the only explanation, "Armel. I'll call you Armel." It seemed appropriate and he could have sworn for a faint second he saw the boy smile.
"Let's go home, Armel." Pales smiled for longer than a second. Saying that seemed right to him. He leaned down to pick up Armel, which the boy allowed somewhat grudgingly. "Can I have the hammer?" Pales asked offering a free hand. The young boy narrowed his eyes at his new guardian for a moment before handing over the hammer with a small grunt.
"Don't worry; I'll put it somewhere safe." As he said that Pales started to walk home with his new charge in his arm left arm and carrying a hammer in his right hand. Today was an odd but good day Pales decided as he made his way home...
His sister might appreciate a nice letter from him on nice stationery, maybe. That or she'd storm over and smack him around with the paper he had personally written upon to check upon how things were at her end of the world. It seemed a ridiculous thought to anyone who knew the lad lived but a short distance away from his family. Though none of them were his blood kin, he appreciated them more than any would ever know.
Pales approached the door and opened it peering around a little, "'Allo?" He said experimentally. It didn't take long before a red-headed woman appeared into his view with a quiet welcoming smile and a greeting.
"Hello, how may we help you?" She replied, "Is there anything you need in particular?"
"Umm...yes...I was wondering what kind of stationery you sell." Pales replied slowly, suddenly he was very unsure of his motive for even being here.
Her smile faltered for a moment as if she had a sudden passing thought, "Yes, indeed..." She trailed off for a moment glancing at a door she vaguely pointed at it, "Go see if you can open that." The red-head told him quietly.
Pales blinked a bit, it was an odd request, but he nodded saying nothing more he approached the door and turned the knob. It opened without hindrance. He didn't look inside yet, instead he looked to the woman with a quirked eyebrow.
The woman merely sighed and waved a hand at him somewhat dismissively, "Just go on in." She wore a thin weary smile as if trying to encourage him to continue further in.
Pales looked unsure but nodded and turned and went into the room. Once in he glanced around and noted the somewhat dim lighting and the dusty-ness of the room. Was it always like this? The door closed behind him with a soft click causing him to jump slightly from fright. He took a deep breath calming down, he approached a stand where a book laid open surrounded by a bunch of craftsman's tools. It was slightly strange, or rather very strange. Pales' normal day was quickly becoming very un-normal. Above the book amongst the tools was an inkwell in which was a writing quill. He seemed fixated on that for a moment or two before his hand reached up and he plucked the quill for a moment, a wind swished through the room for no reason at all. The wind brushed against him nudging him a bit closer to the stand. There were no windows and thus definitely no reason why no wind ought to press through this particular room, causing the dust to unsettle slightly.
He stared down at the book his nose twitching a bit on its own volition. Before Pales could stop it, his hand leaned forth quill in hand and he began to write:
"Why did you do that?"
It wasn't long before he finished before words began to appear on their own as if writing themselves on the parchment of the book:
"No one else was going to."
It seemed to be a response to the question he wrote, his spine felt a chill running up it and suddenly his senses were overwhelmed with sound and a whirl-wind of items were swirling around him. He caught glimpses of a workshop and smelt the musty-ness of an underground mountain home. Before him a child slowly appeared, with pointy ears and ram's horns upon either side of his head. The child's yellow eyes seeming naturally narrowed and almost squinting staring at Pales with a look that seemed to say, "You'll do."
Soon everything settled and he was back in the room the quill back in its inkwell though he didn't remember putting it there. The boy was also there, right in front of Pales, holding a hammer in his small hands. Pales' brow seemed to knit together with lines of worry and confusion, "Where did you come from?"
The boy just frowned, and it seemed as if he had never smiled a day in his young life from his birth onward.
"I...See you can't talk. Let's go out front maybe the lady can help." Pales offered the boy his hand though ready to pull back as that hammer in the boy's hand didn't look like a toy at all.
The black haired boy stared at the hand for a moment and then tossed his head side to side showing more clearly the fiery colored braids that were tied off just behind his ears. It seemed the boy shook his head, but just as Pales with drew his own hand the small boy put his hand into the hand offered to him by the man.
Pales smiled a bit in spite of the seriousness the situation seemed to declare by the young boy's frowning face. "Well I'll take care of you if that is what is required." Pales murmured as they went out front.
The woman was gone obviously having other matters to attend to. At least that is what Pales decided. The man turned to the boy that still held his hand, how old was this boy? Pales had no idea of how to tell, he assumed the boy was about 5 or 6 maybe a little younger. "Do you have a name?"
The ram-horned boy just stared at him for a long moment. Pales heard something in the back of his head after a few moments, "Arthmael IronStrike." The man blinked and the voice came again a little stronger, "Armel!" After that it began to chant it. The chant seemed to sound like it was coming deep from the bowls of the earth itself though they were obviously not near any such place. "Do you hear that?" Pales asked the boy who was still staring at him. At the man's question the boy's eyebrow seemed to only rise ever so slightly.
"Guess not." Pales listened quietly to the strange chanting only he could hear. Apparently he was officially going crazy now, which was the only explanation, "Armel. I'll call you Armel." It seemed appropriate and he could have sworn for a faint second he saw the boy smile.
"Let's go home, Armel." Pales smiled for longer than a second. Saying that seemed right to him. He leaned down to pick up Armel, which the boy allowed somewhat grudgingly. "Can I have the hammer?" Pales asked offering a free hand. The young boy narrowed his eyes at his new guardian for a moment before handing over the hammer with a small grunt.
"Don't worry; I'll put it somewhere safe." As he said that Pales started to walk home with his new charge in his arm left arm and carrying a hammer in his right hand. Today was an odd but good day Pales decided as he made his way home...
[#] An OOC Note:______________It had to be done___
Had to rewrite it from memory cause the thread the RP was in got eaten. Woe! I think I did a pretty snazzy job of remembering almost everything. Hope no one minds that I did it like this! Also this is not Armel's first journal. All of his past things and entries that I managed to fill in are found here: The Old Tome.
Had to rewrite it from memory cause the thread the RP was in got eaten. Woe! I think I did a pretty snazzy job of remembering almost everything. Hope no one minds that I did it like this! Also this is not Armel's first journal. All of his past things and entries that I managed to fill in are found here: The Old Tome.
