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Authors: Cassandra Michaels
dream or something, she told herself as she turned back around and started walking in the direction of her clan’s camp.
She felt defeated and her shoulders hung low, as she retraced the steps that she had taken. She reached the point that had spooked her the night before and she stopped again. She looked at the ground for any signs of footsteps, but there weren’t any. There weren’t any human steps or animals that she could track. She frowned as she noticed the broken branch and then she looked up and couldn’t believe her eyes.
She blinked hard. She was sure that she was going mad. She reached out her hand, half expecting it to go right through, but she felt the resistance of the cold stone. It was the statue. It had to be. It was of a man whose six pack seemed etched in by the gods. He looked brave too with deeply furrowed eyebrows.
She stood back and looked at it. She couldn’t believe that she had found it, but now she had, she realized she didn’t have a clue about how to bring him back to life.
*******
Abi walked all the way around the statue and then stopped at the front. It looked like it had been made out of marble, but she couldn’t deny the lifelike look in his eyes. She ran her hands across the smooth face of the statue and then dropped them to her side. The woman hadn’t told her anything about how to bring him to life, except that he would if her intentions were pure.
Were her intentions not pure? Was that the problem? She screwed her face up with frustration and stared at the statue with all her might. She could feel herself willing it to move, willing it to come to life, but it just stood there looking like a statue. She wondered for a moment whether it had all been some great trick on the woman’s part, but how could she have made the statue appear as it did?
“You will wake up now.” Abi said in a shaky voice. “You need to wake up now.” She tried after the first words hadn’t helped. “Please wake up now?” She practically begged as she sat down at the feet of the statue. She could feel tears forcing their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks and she made no effort to stop the flow.
She was frustrated and angry. She wanted to help her clan in any way that she could, but she didn’t want to lose her own freedom doing it. The first tear fell from her cheek and soared down to the foot of the statue. It was quickly followed by a rainfall of them, as they showed no sign of slowing down.
“You’re getting my foot wet.” A deep voice said from behind her.
She jumped, as she felt something move from underneath her and her head span round to see what it was. She blinked and then she blinked again. The statue had gone and in its place stood a man who shared many of the same features. “I’m sorry.” She sniffled as she tried to catch up with what was happening.
“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled and then he crouched down, so that he was at her level. “What’s your name?” He asked her when she had finished sniffling and had forced the tears to subside.
“I’m Abi.” She said quickly. “And you’re the stone broken warrior?” She asked him.
“Well, I’m at least a broken warrior.” He said with a smile filled with pain.
“I was told about you. I mean, you’re a legend.” Abi stumbled on her words.
“That’s always a nice thing to hear.” He said cockily.
Abi didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected to get this far on her quest. She hadn’t put any thought at all into what she would do if the legend had turned out to be true. “I came to you for help.” She settled on finally.
“Help with what?” He asked her curiously.
“The legend says that if you heart is true, then you’d wake up and you’d help me with my clan.” She said. “We’re going to war and we have no chance of winning without you.” She explained.
“Have you not the help of other clans?” He asked her with a look of pity.
“We have the help of one, but under
She felt defeated and her shoulders hung low, as she retraced the steps that she had taken. She reached the point that had spooked her the night before and she stopped again. She looked at the ground for any signs of footsteps, but there weren’t any. There weren’t any human steps or animals that she could track. She frowned as she noticed the broken branch and then she looked up and couldn’t believe her eyes.
She blinked hard. She was sure that she was going mad. She reached out her hand, half expecting it to go right through, but she felt the resistance of the cold stone. It was the statue. It had to be. It was of a man whose six pack seemed etched in by the gods. He looked brave too with deeply furrowed eyebrows.
She stood back and looked at it. She couldn’t believe that she had found it, but now she had, she realized she didn’t have a clue about how to bring him back to life.
*******
Abi walked all the way around the statue and then stopped at the front. It looked like it had been made out of marble, but she couldn’t deny the lifelike look in his eyes. She ran her hands across the smooth face of the statue and then dropped them to her side. The woman hadn’t told her anything about how to bring him to life, except that he would if her intentions were pure.
Were her intentions not pure? Was that the problem? She screwed her face up with frustration and stared at the statue with all her might. She could feel herself willing it to move, willing it to come to life, but it just stood there looking like a statue. She wondered for a moment whether it had all been some great trick on the woman’s part, but how could she have made the statue appear as it did?
“You will wake up now.” Abi said in a shaky voice. “You need to wake up now.” She tried after the first words hadn’t helped. “Please wake up now?” She practically begged as she sat down at the feet of the statue. She could feel tears forcing their way out of her eyes and down her cheeks and she made no effort to stop the flow.
She was frustrated and angry. She wanted to help her clan in any way that she could, but she didn’t want to lose her own freedom doing it. The first tear fell from her cheek and soared down to the foot of the statue. It was quickly followed by a rainfall of them, as they showed no sign of slowing down.
“You’re getting my foot wet.” A deep voice said from behind her.
She jumped, as she felt something move from underneath her and her head span round to see what it was. She blinked and then she blinked again. The statue had gone and in its place stood a man who shared many of the same features. “I’m sorry.” She sniffled as she tried to catch up with what was happening.
“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled and then he crouched down, so that he was at her level. “What’s your name?” He asked her when she had finished sniffling and had forced the tears to subside.
“I’m Abi.” She said quickly. “And you’re the stone broken warrior?” She asked him.
“Well, I’m at least a broken warrior.” He said with a smile filled with pain.
“I was told about you. I mean, you’re a legend.” Abi stumbled on her words.
“That’s always a nice thing to hear.” He said cockily.
Abi didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected to get this far on her quest. She hadn’t put any thought at all into what she would do if the legend had turned out to be true. “I came to you for help.” She settled on finally.
“Help with what?” He asked her curiously.
“The legend says that if you heart is true, then you’d wake up and you’d help me with my clan.” She said. “We’re going to war and we have no chance of winning without you.” She explained.
“Have you not the help of other clans?” He asked her with a look of pity.
“We have the help of one, but under
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