TIffytan

I stared up at the exposed rafters of my little house. I was morning now and it had started to rain outside. I knew, not because of sound, but because a drop of water plopped onto my head. I also had a leak in my roof, apparently.  Great, that was just one more problem to add to my list. I rolled off my bed and went down stairs to my empty kitchen. The cupboards were bare and the dishes were high. Not to mention my laundry. Guess I was eating at the tavern again.  I walked around in a slight haze after getting dressed and wearing mismatching socks. All the ones that could have matched were dirty. Not that it really mattered; my boots covered

“Impa!” the wooden, front door of my house sung open and slammed against the wall. I stared up from my bowl of rice, with a mouthful of food and mumbled “What?” I looked to the bowl and then back up to Kakusareta. The slimly built, yet lean man panted heavily as he caught his breath to say “There’s been another attack. We must defend the village!” “Can, I?” I started to say I as I looked up at Kakusareta. His face became sour as his eyes narrowed on me. I groaned “Ok, okay,” I put the bowl down and grabbed my blades from the floor, so much for dinner. The two of us darted fro

~~**~~ It had been so long. I stared was it really him? He looked so much taller… Then again most eighteen-year-old boys are taller than sixteen-year-old girls.   I whispered “Loki?” my voice was hollow and airy. The person who spoke to me nodded “Hello again Akieda,” he smiled broadly “how long has it been…” he paced around me “since our last meeting?” I calculated the time, I was hit with a giant force of shock it had been “Two years?” Loki blinked his mystic green eyes “yes, two years,” he shook his head “two years is far too long,” He reached