I got the urge to write, and I thought I'd post it here. It isn't long, and I hope you enjoy it. And, er, point out any spelling errors, if you all don't mind. I seem to always miss one or two mistakes. sweatdrop
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A chill breeze toyed with his cape as he sat upon his horse. The horse, a large chestnut mare, was idly grazing on a small patch of grass in the small clearing. It had no real need to eat, but the mannerism had come with the shape, much like the man himself experienced. The small chain attached to the cape clinked against his armor. The noise didn't bother him; he wasn't trying to be stealthy. Wearing bright armor and riding about on a horse were not things a person inclined towards stealth would do. Unlike the man entering the clearing from his right side. Dark as shadow, the man in black leather armor detached himself from the treeline, and strolled over to the mounted man, a carrot in his hand.
"Horsey want a carrot?" The mare took it gently and gobbled it up.
"You know she does not need those."
"So what? Doesn't hurt her none."
"Who did you take it from?"
"What? Are you accusing me of stealing? Why I nev-"
"Who did you take it from?"
"Oh, fine. You're no fun, ya know that? She runs a little stall down on Copper Street, across the way from the bar, and the inn that shut down a while back. Why do you care anyway?"
"So I can give her the gold she lost from you taking it. Mrs. Trisdree does not have much money. You know that. Stop stealing from her."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say, Mr. Do-no-wrong. You need to lighten up a bit."
"You know I cannot do that. Just as the horse feels the need to eat, I cannot change my nature."
"Can't argue with you on that. You think I like stealing from little old ladies? To be honest, part of me does, but that's a very tiny part. Shame being they can't stop me. It's their own damn fault. Hey, where's bookworm?"
"I do not know. He was supposed to be here by now, but you know how distracted he can get."
In the center of the clearing, a gust of wind blew, and a small pinprick of light took shape. The dot grew until it was large enough for the man in blue satin robes on the other side to step through, and closed the moment he had done so.
"My apologies, gentlemen. I was distracted by an experiment and had forgotten the time. Are we ready for this meeting to begin?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it."
"Very well then. Surely both of you have felt it, something just on the tip of your senses?"
"Yes. I felt it not more than a week ago. It felt... very wrong, but I cannot describe how."
"Yeah, got the same sort o' sensation a while back. Almost bungled a job, too, if you can believe it. I haven't been able to do much because of it. It's like walking on eggshells."
"I had guessed as much. I believe the others can sense it, too. I'm not sure of the cause, but I believe something is trying to force some sort of change upon the world, and through an individual like ourselves."
Surprise crossed the faces of the knight and the thief.
"But, how? The mortals are not supposed to be able to sense any difference in us."
"And in my case, they shouldn't be able to even sense me. Which one of us could they spot, and how?"
"I am not sure, my friends, but I have been trying to contact the others. You each know how it is with our kind, though. We don't always respond readily, so it may take some time. For now, we should go about our lives as we always have, but always keep a watch out for anything that seems wrong. We may obtain more clues to the nature of this disturbance in the coming weeks, and we must all be on our guard. I must return to my tower, and await their responses. I shall contact both of you should anything new come to light. Take care, my friends. I feel some danger is on the horizon, and we may not all survive its grasp."
The man in blue satin robes turned and walked back to the center of the clearing, summoned the portal again, and stepped through. The knight turned to the thief.
"Take care my friend. I feel his words are true, and we three especially must be ever vigilant. And please leave poor Mrs. Trisdree alone."
"Alright, alright, get off my back about it. Sheesh."
The knight smiled, and motioned his horse off towards the woods, disappearing in the trees.
"Take care, both of you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
The thief rustled around in a satchel strung at his side, pulling out a piece of parchment.
"Let's see here, where's that loose plank into Mrs. Trisdree's house... Poor fool. Thinks she hasn't got any money. She's bloody loaded."
Glancing over the parchment, the shadowy figure of the thief disappeared into the woods.
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