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The Carrier of the Heart

Beka's Point Of View

I sat down on the bottom stairs not feeling like going up stairs to my room. My joints ached too much. I started thinking of each bar fight that me and my dogs managed to calm down. Three bar fights. Too many drunks waving their fists around and knocking tables over. I came home tonight with not too many bruises but I still had a few bloody cuts. Especially my arm which had a nice gash that my dogs bandaged up for me. It still hurt like hell but I will live. I felt a trickle of liquid on my arm and looked down, my arm was bleeding again. I stood up to go upstairs and get one of my friends who can heal to stop the bleeding. But my head felt dizzy and I was stumbling. I ended up just grasping the staircase railing and sitting back down. I had a feeling that going upstairs with having a dizzy head and hardly being able to stand without stumbling is not such a brilliant idea. Next thing I know I fell asleep or rather went unconscious where I was sitting.

Rosto's Point Of View

I was walking home after a long day. Being the King of Thieves can be very hard and stressful.

I was distracted by my thoughts and and knowing that thinking about the love of my life would help me relax. She was beautiful in my vision, she had the spirit of racing wild horses, yet the calmness of a pond. She will not come to me yet and all I know is that I won't stop trying to catch her heart. She is the one for me. I know it down inside. I caught a flicker of something in the bushes to my left and I slipped my dagger out into my hand. I stopped walking and stared back at whatever or whoever was staring at me. A raccoon raced out of the bushes and surprised me. It was dark by now but I could see the raccoon perfectly. It stopped running and was four feet in front of me. It had startling blue eyes and I knew that the raccoon was no normal raccoon. A voice that was terrifying and almost hurtful came into my head. I recognized it as a woman's voice and she said,

"Go quickly she needs you to hold her, not her heart yet, but for now carry her to a safer place."

That terrifying voice was enough to get me to run past the distracting raccoon and race to the lodge that I lived in.

when Rosto turned and ran in the direction of his house a cloaked lady with the palest face that was pure white and the brightest red lips with red fingernails to match appeared where the raccoon was standing, the raccoon's eyes turned back to normal black and it hissed at the mysterious lady and ran off. The lady had long hair that fell in curls down her back. She whispered to the distant figure of Rosto who was running like the wind down the road, Hurry my daughter's lover hurry now. Then the lady turned around and disappeared.

By the time I reached the house I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. All I could think about was going quickly and that she needs me. I raced to the stairs and I saw the love of my life there as pale as a ghost. Her whole arm was soaked with a crimson color. Her blood. I picked Beka up in my arms knowing that if I fell down the stairs Beka would not awake. I needed to get her to Kora. Kora could heal her and she would watch over her during this long night. I would be there right beside her watching over her too. Her body was feather like and I could feel her life rushing out of her like a wave. I hurried up the stairs and started yelling Kora's name out. Kora came rushing out of her room and when she saw Beka in my arms she rushed me inside and instructed me to lay her on the bed.Kora told me to rip her blood soaked sleeve and bandage off right away and get a wet washcloth. The gash was nothing big but bled angrily. I moved aside and handed Kora the wet washcloth she wiped the blood off of Beka's arm and and placed her hands on the cut. The skin on the outside was healed but the way Kora's eyes were squeezed closed and the sweat that was dripping down the side of her forehead told me that in the inside of Beka's arm something bad was happening. A few hours later I watched Kora take her hands off Beka's arm and give Beka some green liquid that slid down her throat. Kora turned to me,

"Rosto you got her to me at the right time her wound was infected by glass and wood the gash went all the way to her muscle and it tore it." I could see the tiredness in her eyes. "It was very close to an artery that would of killed her immediately, that's why it bled so much. She will be asleep for along time and if you don't mind I will be asleep as well in Beka's bed. Goodnight."

I was thankful that she didn't question me about leaving Beka, she just shut the door and went to Beka's room. I sat down on the stool that was beside the bed. I looked at the little coloring in Beka's face. I bet that the wound was from one of the bar fights that she helped stop tonight. Oh Beka why do you have to put yourself in danger all the time? I fell asleep on the stool and prayed to the goddess above that she would be alright.