Screams penetrated the boys dreams, and he awoke, sweat clinging to his dark-blonde hair. His dark blue eyes searching the area he was sleeping in. He frowned remembering that he didn't have a home anymore, he looked to the fire and gritted his teeth as it had disapated. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders tightly, and tried to restart the fire.
"What am I doing here, Jaimyn?" he asked himself.
He shivered in the cold and looked around again, the morning light filtering through the leaves. He let out an exasperated sigh and gathered his things together, what few he had, and began to move closer to the small town at the edge of the woods. He dared not to blink or close his eyes, as the images kept wafting into his mind. Hearing them scream over and over, the torture they must have gone through, and the evil smile on the wizards face as he killed them slowly.
Jaimyn shook with fright and with the cold. He came across a tavern, trying to keep his cool, and being preoccupied with his thoughts, he tripped over the step to the entrance to the bar "Ah hell..." he quickly gets up and rubs his butt, and tries to brush himself off.
"Who put that stupid door there, that's not place for a door it's a public hazard." he grumbled.
He looked down and realized he tore a hole in his pants, "Ah hell...how am I to fix that? Bleedin rain making me fall like that...",he continued his grumblings and ordered a ginger ale. The bartender looked at him oddly, then gave him an ale instead. Jaimyn took his first sip and nearly choked. "What kind of ginger do you put in these things, trying to kill a man are we??", he looked around suspiciously, not realizing what a total ass he was looking.
A woman motioned to him, her foot upon a chair, her clothes not very elequent or inviting to the eye, but her hair and eyes seemed to spark like flames licking his eyes. He was entranced by her.
"Hey boy!",she called over to him, though she isn't much older than him,"want to join me? Perhaps there's some real ginger for you in it?"
He looked at her cautiously, having been warned about women, by his mother many times, he opened his mouth, almost regretting his speech patterns. He muttered to himself as he walked to her. "Boy indeed...I'm a MAN...I 'ave no mudder. I 'ave no fadder either. I'm a grown man, I am, I am."
In his mind he chatised himself for having such a common tone of speech. The woman merely chuckled at him and said "Here, take a seat then. What are ya called?"
He swallowed hard, and told her his name. "Jaimyn....Jaimyn Asparagus Spears."
The woman threw her head back and laughed heartily. "Bless ya lad, for having a name sillier than mine!"
Jaimyn stood up quite angrily, "SILLY?! Me name ain't silly, it's a proud name, it was me fadders, and me grandfadders, and me grandfadders fadders! What be ye name, lady?!"
The woman merely chuckled at him, "I never intended to insult ya lad. I was just-- glad. I be a Ferret. Sandra Ferret to be exact."
Jaimyn found himself snickering because she was right, "I rather be an Asparagus, than a Ferret any day..", his snickering turned into a chuckle and then a roar of laughter. "You made me day!", he shuffled through his pocket and bought her a drink for her time. "Ye be a friend of mine anyday now."
He had become wary, his travels taking him here, he was thirsty but his unmannered dispostion getting the best of him. Sandra tried to calm, and keep him quiet.
"Stay, and try to not attract that much attention to yerself. I trust you've had quite some lately, no?"
"Aye! Me had a terrible time in me life...people following me..",he then looked around the pub sadly, wishing he wasn't in the situation, aching for a nice bed.
Sandra smiled and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry lad. It's only bound to become better when you know why all this is happening."
Trying to cover his sadness and apprehension he blurted, "I think they want me fortoone...",then he let out a hearty laugh,"too bad I ain't got no fortoone!"
"They'll want something much more important than that...", Sandra then unmasked her magical presence, in such a way that he felt the jolt, and he jumped back in surprise.
"Me gawd, are you one of the black magick ladies?? I thought they was some horribly ugly ladies, you...well yer not horribly ugly..", he felt like running, he was afraid, and didn't completely trust her any longer.
