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A week and a half had passed and Mr. and Mrs. Wilis had kept their word. They had invited and insisted that Adar come to the Thanksgiving feast being held in town. Melanie, of course, along with Adar, was dressed up for such an occasion.

She wore a beautiful white dress decorated with ruffles. A bright, red ribbon was at the neck of her dress, given to her by Mrs. Willis. The dress had once belonged to the Willis' late daughter. Mrs. Willis had complimented her saying,"The dress is fulfilling its purpose once again, as to make the wearer stunning."

Melanie's face had turned the same shade of red as her bow, following Mrs. Willis' comment.

Adar was wearing dark blue trousers, accompanied with a black suit coat. His shoes had also been polished for the occasion. Worst of all for Adar, Mrs. Willis had fixed Adar's hair, putting some oil upon it, making his hair 'nicer'.

Adar sat in the front driver's seat beside John. Melanie and the Willis' Sat in the back of the cart. They were on the dirt path headed towards the town. The grass near the road was starting to turn a more dead color, the fallen brown leaves a clear sign of fall.

"Have you ever been to feast like this before?" Adar asked, adjusting his dark suit coat to fit more loosely.

John Smiled. "I always went to them when I was younger, usually seeking the women there and nothing more."

Adar felt nervous, most of it due to the fact he wasn't accustomed to the mannerisms of colonial towns. He had lived pretty much in un-trodden woods, his house the only one for miles.

"I've never been to an event this large before," said Adar hesitantly, " I'm not sure how to act or what is acceptable here."

"Do you know your basic manners?" John asked, looking at Adar out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes, of course." said Adar,"My mother never failed to teach me, especially making sure I didn't forget them."

Adar turned around to see Melanie laughing with the Willis' in the back.

"Are you excited to see the town?" Mrs. Willis asked Adar after the cease in laughter.

"Well-" began Adar, before Mr. Willis interrupted him.

"More likely, he is excited to see the young women there," said Mr. Willis, a haughty laugh following.

Mrs. Willis roared with laughter; John chuckled as well, unable to ignore the humorous joke.

Adar felt his face heat up.

"I think it'll be fun," said Melanie smiling," I already told a few people about you."

Adar returned the smile and sat back around, facing the dirt road.

Was Richard one of them? Adar thought.

The town came into view, the dirt road leading directly into it, and Adar felt his palms sweat a bit. He was more nervous than he would admit to himself. A majority of the ornate buildings made up the first houses that came into sight.

The town reminded of the one where he lived long ago with his uncle. The houses were in rows side to side, back to front. Adar estimated forty houses made the front line of homes that was visible.

Melanie immediately stood up and grinned."There is the town!"

Adar looked forward to see other paths that connected into the entrance road, leading to the town.

Other carts were making there way in as well.

"Are there not paved roads here?" asked Adar," I don't see any cobblestone streets."

John nodded. "This town can't quite afford such a luxury."

"But, nevertheless, it's a great town," said Melanie beaming, "and the people here are great as well!"

Adar had never seen Melanie so enthused, except on one other occasion.

***

The Willis couple asked John to stop at the entrance of the town. They, with Melanie, made their way off the cart and onto the animated street.

"I need to see the Silver-smith," said Edward, " hopefully, he has finished with the cane."

John nodded. "I'll be looking for a place to put my cart."

Mrs. Willis came up beside the cart and pointed down the street. "Take a left, then at the first blue house on your right will be the blacksmith. Martin should allow you a place for the horse and cart."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Melanie asked Adar, standing beside the passenger front seat.

Adar looked at John, who nudged him.

"Don't I have to meet Martin?" Asked Adar, trying to avoid getting off.

"You can meet him at the feast," said John, grinning. "Now go and have fun in this joyous place."

Adar sighed and jumped off the cart, landing near Melanie.

The Willis couple smiled and headed for a large yellow building across the street, labeled Garney's silver shop.

Melanie waved at John as he headed down the street.

"Aren't we going to follow the Willis' ?" Asked Adar.

Melanie shook her head and smiled. " No, we are going to the Cooper shop!"

Adar's heart cringed. Melanie is taking me to meet Richard...

Adar became attentive and followed Melanie as she turned on her heel and headed up the town.

"How do you not get lost?" Questioned Adar.

"Well Patricia taught me the structure of the town," replied Melanie. " She told me it was practically modeled after a spider's web with the town hall being at the center. Most of the workshops are in the south part, the church in the north part, and the normal houses in the west part. Of course, the main streets branch out into little ones and that may get a bit confusing. But learn to find the big streets and you'll be fine."

"What's in the east part?"

"There are a variety of people living there, not really anything special, just townspeople residing in that area."

Adar nodded. He felt something, then he turned around to look at a man stare at him.

The man wore a wig and a great coat, his cheeks were sagging. His stalkings were what got Adar's attentions. They looked to small for the man's legs, obviously to tight.

The man immediately looked away, whispering to the friend ( Who looked similar) walking beside him. They both, rapidly, walked the opposite way of Adar's direction.

What's their problem? Adar thought, Why were they giving me such strange stares.

Melanie stopped and pointed at the shop they had stopped in front of.

"We're here!"

"I am filled with giddy," said Adar sarcastically.

"I am too," Said Melanie excitedly. She opened the door to the shop and entered.

Adar followed in behind Melanie. The inside of the shop was small and many different sized barrels lay in front of the counter. A man stood behind it, talking to a lady.

The lady nodded and turned around.

"They will be ready for your husband in a few days!" The man called out as she left.

The lady smiled, and she waved at Melanie; but she frowned as she noticed Adar standing behind.

She looked away, and then quickly walked outside.

Why did she give me a look? Adar thought, She's the third person to do that.

"Hello, Melanie," said the man behind the counter. He was tall, blonde, and thin. His mustache was small, barely past the corners of his mouth. He was most likely a handsome man during his prime. He wore a white, short sleeved dress shirt, and brown trousers to go along with the rest.

"Good morning, Mr. Walters. Where is Richard?" Melanie said, as she came up to the counter.

"He'll be out soon," replied Mr. Walters, " it'll be in a minute."

A door was to the side of the counter. Adar assumed there were rooms in the back of the shop, if not an entire house.

A tall boy with short, brown hair and a handsome face came out of the door behind the counter. His eyes were hazel, and he was focused on fixing his cravat ( A neck cloth made to be apart of the attire back in the 1700's) to fit loosely.

He looked up, and to his surprise he saw Melanie and a boy who seemed about his age stand behind her. For a brief second, Richard mistaked the stranger for being an Indian; but his skin was too light, and his hair was not black as the ones he had seen before.

"Hello, Melanie," said Richard.

Melanie gave a small wave. "Morning, Richard. How are you?"

"I'm fine, " replied Richard, "but aren't you going to introduce your friend?"

"Yes," Mr. Walters added. "Who is your friend?"

Melanie turned to look back. "This is my friend, Adar."

Adar had felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't introduced right away. Nonetheless, he wouldn't have wanted to socialize.

"Nice to meet you," said Adar as he walked forward to shake Richard's hand, a bit hesitant.

Richard still had his left hand about his neck, fixing his cravat. He stuck his right hand out and shook Adar's hand, looking him in the eye. He immediately felt Adar's strength; and he was a bit baffled as he made eye contact with him. It was as though Adar was looking through him, at the wall behind. Then he let go, and gave Richard a smile that could not be determined of its true nature.

Adar proceeded to do the same with Richard's father.

"A strong grip you have there," said Mr. Walters as he let go of Adar's hand.

Richard finished adjusting his cravat, looking up to see a clear view of Melanie's dress for the first time.

"My, you look very pretty today, Melanie." Richard smiled.

Melanie blushed and looked down at her shoes. "I return the compliment, Richard. You look quite sheek. "

Adar had turned around to see Melanie blush, also, Richard, who was smiling as well. A rage seemed to implode in him, but he quickly extinguished it with a thought.

I did put a knife to her throat after all...

"Hey Richard!" A voice called.

A boy came out rushing out of the door, following the yell.

He walked over to Richard grinning. He stopped mid-track and waved at Melanie.

"Afternoon, Melanie." The boy smiled.

He immediately looked behind her to see a boy stand behind her. He had on a dark coat that came down to his mid-thigh.

What appalled him most about this boy was that he did not have on an under coat, merely a nice dress shirt. No cravat was added to his list as well.

Adar was surprised by this new comer. He had blonde hair cut in the style of a mushroom. Being feed was not a problem for the boy, deducted Adar. His cheeks were red and his eyes blue. He wore a green waist length coat with large pockets on it, the sign of custom tailoring.

What made Adar smirk on the inside were the boy's stockings. They were white and they reached up to the boy's knees, drawn up over them. The boy's cravat seemed ridiculous to Adar.

Why wear such a trivial thing? Adar Thought.

"Whom have we here?" The boy asked.

"This is Adar," responded Richard. "He's a friend of Melanies."

"You've never mentioned him before Melanie," the boy said, perplexity in his voice.

I know I put a knife to your throat, thought Adar, but I also saved you, and many others, from your uncle's evil clutches...But I see that's most likely the reason for not mentioning me.

Adar stepped forward. "Nice to meet you."

Eli stuck his hand out and shook Adar's hand.

"Why do you not have a neck cravat?" Eli said as he looked Adar in the eye.

A crushing handshake followed, and Eli yelped.

He pulled his hand back and grimaced.

"That was a bit hard, don't you agree?"

Adar raised a brow."I'll go easier next time, then. I'll even shake on it."

Richard gave a smirk. Eli quickly sent Richard a glare.

"He is the son of the bishop," said Melanie.

"What's the bishop's name? " asked Adar.

"My father's name is Isaac," replied Eli, with a tone of discontent.

Richard patted Eli on the back and put his arm over his shoulder. "No need to be so angered, Eli. Such simple things shouldn't bother you. If you were nice, maybe, people would play with you."

Mr. Walters laughed. "Seeing the four of you interact together makes me wish I was younger."

Adar's eyes looked void. He took his surroundings in, then preceded to record all of the images in his memory.

"We had better leave for the feast now; it'll be time for it soon, and I don't want to be late," said Mr. Walters. "My wife would have my head."

***

After closing the Cooper store, Mr. Walters took the four children to the church.

Adar had never seen so many buildings, especially in such a cramped area, as they walked down the streets.

His old town was bigger, but not with so many houses.

The people, that passed by, smiled; but once again, they gave Adar tainted looks as soon as they saw him.

Irritation seemed to crawl on Adar's skin.

Why are these people looking at me like that?

Mr. Walters pointed at the church, when it came into view. "Adar, this is the church. Most people come here on Sundays. There are other religions in this town. As I say, each to their own."

Adar nodded. He noticed the the tall pointed steeple, that had a cross sitting at the very top of it. The church was all white, except for the two large doors, painted brown.

"The feast shall be held outside today," Mr.Walters said," behind the church."

He led them to the back of the church, where the wooden tables sat on the grass.

The church was at the end of the northern part of town, and all that lay beyond it were the woods with grass and bushes.

There were many rows of tables set up, food of all sort placed upon them. Nine rows of tables with wooden chairs took up most of the room on the grass.

The Willis couple came into view, standing in the middle of the row of tables. Melanie immediately waved at them, a grin on her face.

A group of elderly people, sitting in a bench nearby, arose to great the Willises.

Adar witnessed what seems like a collision of people as Melanie and the group of the elderly approached the Willises.

The elderly people were all male and wore blue robes. Their wigs were pronounced by the immense curls in them.

"This was the girl I was talking about," said Mrs. Willis, presenting Melanie.

Melanie graciously smiled. "Nice to me all of you."

The group of elders all shook her hand, each and every one of them returning her smile.

Her smile caused a sudden rise in his heart. Adar still debated his true emotions concerning Melanie.

What I believe I feel is for another day, thought Adar.

Adar couldn't help but notice the laughing, talking, and the stares of the occasional person.

Mrs. Willis waved for Adar to come over.

Hesitant at first, he began to walk slowly.

She's going to introduce me to these lot of people who will most certainly not like me, thought Adar.

Adar felt the eyes of the people as he made his way down the row of tables. He would have felt uneasy if it were not for Melanie's reassuring grin.

"So, is the boy you have spoken of?" Said the elder, whom Adar thought was the leader of the group.

"Adar," said Mrs. Willis, "this is Mr. Davenport head of the town council."

The man had glistening effect in his eye.

Adar stuck his hand out, suddenly feeling Mr. Davenport clasp his hand with both of his. His smile was that of a old man's. Something didn't feel right to Adar, as though the man's presence was giving off a different feeling.

Mr. Davenport smiled. "Nice to meet you, Adar."

Mrs. Willis gave a look of surprise, "Oh! You already knew his na-"

But she was cut off by a louder voice.

"Mr. Davenport!" A voice shouted. It was Bishop Isaac.

The group of elders quickly turned their attention to the Bishop and walked toward Isaac.

"I guess the feast is about to start," Said Mr. Willis.

Adar was about to comment on how he thought it rude that the group of elders did not say goodbye before leaving, but thought better of it.

Mrs. Willis smiled. "Well, I better take you to our seats."

Adar followed them to a table closer to the woods than the rest.

"Where's Melanie?" Adar asked, looking around.

"Oh, " smiled Mrs. Willis, as she and Mr. Willis took a seat. "She is going to sit with Richard and his family."

"Aye, boy, " grinned Mr. Willis, "that Richard sure works fast."

Adar supressed a smirk."Yeah, I suppose so."

He looked over at the table in the center of the third row. Melanie was laughing, Richard and Eli sitting on either side of her. She seemed to have a difficult time breathing. Her face was beginning to turn a light shade of pink. Her hand was over her mouth, attempting to suppress the volume of the laugh.

I don't think I've ever made her laugh like that before, thought Adar.

Envy stabbed at his heart, only to be consumed by the darkness already inhabiting it.

Adar gripped the table and felt his hands sink into the wood.

"Mrs. Willis!" yelled a voice familiar to Adar. It belonged to John. He was making his way towards them, a basket in hand.

John's arrived at the table, putting the basket on it. It had a cloth on top.

"What's in the basket? " Asked Mrs. Willis.

John smiled. "Biscuits! They're from Martin's wife!"

"Wonderful," replied Mr. Willis.

"Speaking of which," grinned John, "I'd like to introduce you to Martin! What do you say, Adar?"

"Where is he? " Adar asked.

"He's over there," said John, "Follow me."

"Go on!" Smiled Mr. Willis.

Adar said goodbye to the Willises and followed after John.

Mrs. Willis took the basket and pulled them closer to the edge of the table. The basket slumped a bit awkwardly, and Mrs. Willis noticed an indentation in the shape of a human palm.

"Dear heavens!" exclaimed Mrs. Willis.

"What happened? " Asked Mr. Willis.

"Some one with no sense broke a piece of this table off."

Mr. Willis looked at the wood, on the edge of the table, and saw that it had been crushed in.

"Shame on whoever did this," said Mr. Willis

Adar felt shame at losing his temper a bit as to withdrawal into his emotionless state.

John led Adar to a table in the fifth row. A man sitting down at the table, from what Adar overheard, was talking about a miracle he had witnessed while he was in Ireland.

John approached the man from behind. He tapped the man lightly on his shoulder. Once the man tuned around to see John, he pointed at Adar.

The man shook John's hand with a smile, standing up as well. Adar's eyes widened as the man walked towards him. He was large and had thick arms, even more muscled than the burly man who had roughed him up in the cells. He was taller than John by four or five inches, but his bulk seemed to exaggerate the difference.

"Hello, Adar, " said Martin, towering over Adar.

He had a large, black beard and a bit of a mustache. His thick arms were covered with rough, looking hair. Adar thought him to resemble a Viking. His short hair was wavy and went backwards, naturally.

Martin had on a brown shirt- with suspenders- attached to his dark brown trousers, his chest muscles bulging out from underneath his shirt.

"Nice to finally meet you," said Martin. His massive hand stuck out towards Adar.

Adar took his hand in a handshake.

Martin's Palm seemed very large, his fingers thick, and his grip very strong.

"You as well, " replied Adar.

"I hope your a hard worker," said Martin. "Or else I might have another apprentice that can't keep up. In my line of work, only one apprentice has been able to handle the secrets and strength. The same was for me, I was the only one. The same was for my teacher and his teacher and his teacher's teacher."

"I'll do my best," replied Adar.

A grin formed on Martin's face. "That's what I like to hear."

John had been talking to a few others at the table, but stopped as soon as he saw Martin's wife.

"Hello, John," greeted Ann.

"Evening," replied John.

"Where's Martin? "

John grinned. "He's getting acquainted with his new to become apprentice!"

Ann's face lit up. "Where is he? Martin's been very thrilled!"

John pointed behind him at Martin, who was standing with his back to them, blocking the view of Adar.

"Where's-"

"Ann!" Exclaimed Martin.

Adar saw Martin's face express Jubilee as he turned around to see a beautiful brunette. Her hair was waist length. Her eyes were hazel, a bright smile to accompany them. She looked in her mid thirties. The dress she wore was yellow and plain.

"Ann! Come! Let me introduce you to my new apprentice!"

Ann walked over, carrying a basket." Nice to meet you."

Martin immediately put his arm over his wife' shoulder. Adar thought it comical, being that his wife only reached his chest.

Adar smiled, "The pleasure is mine. My name is Adar."

Ann smiled, "How polite! My name is Ann-"

A voice interrupted her.

"Mother, I have the basket! Where do you wish for me to put it?"

Martin and Ann's eyes lit up at the same time.

"Abigail!" They both smiled and looked at one another, simultaneously.

Martin and Ann turned around. Adar saw a miniature version of Ann appear, the main difference being their age.

"This is our daughter, Abigail," said Martin, waving for Abigail to come closer.

Abigail was surprised to see her father and mother so excited. But as she got closer, she saw why. A boy, about her age, was standing in front of them.

This must be father's new apprentice, thought Abigail, He's been awfully excited these last few days, especially today.

Abigail got closer and saw him clearly. His hair was dark and starting to touch his eyebrows and ears. His brown eyes neared black. Handsome was what came to Abigail's mind as she looked at him. He was a bit over the average height, not to tall, and seemed to be physically fit. His chest and arms showed the most build.

Adar's eyes widened a bit as he saw Abigail. Though very similar to her mother, she had her own oustanding features. She was a bit shorter, adding to her petite figure. Small freckles decorated her face. Her hair was very beautiful. Her body also seemed to be ahead of her time.

"Hello, Abigail," said Adar as he stuck his hand out, "Its a pleasure to meet you."

She gave a beautiful smile, Adar Thought.

"Likewise. "

John walked over and patted Adar on the shoulder. "Have you become acquainted with every one?"

Martin laughed," I believe so. You never told me my apprentice was Indian, or part."

Indian? Adar thought.

"What made you come upon that conclusion?" John asked.

"He seems to be a bit more dark, than most Europeans and Englishmen." Martin replied.

"I did notice that," agreed John.

Is that why people were staring at me? Adar thought.

"It's been a while since an Indian stepped in our town," said Ann, "ever since that incident years ago."

"What happened?" Adar asked, surprised at his own curosity.

"We have to head to our seats," said John, smiling.

Adar waved good bye to Martin's family, following John.

***

After sitting down beside the Williams, everyone began to stand up, publicly thanking God.

Bishop Isaac gave a small talk about giving thanks, before saying grace for the food.

During the feast, Adar caught Abigail looking at him. Unlike everybody else, she smiled as both of their eyes met. Her blues seemed to have a permanent soft look to them, full of compassion.

She really is pretty, thought Adar as he focused on his food.

Adar looked up and his attention immediately turned towards Melanie. Richard, seemingly, was telling a joke of some sort, making Melanie giggle.

What is so special about Richard? Adar thought, he's only a bit taller and older.

From what Adar could tell, He was the much stronger one. Richard's power would pale in comparison to Adars. Adar couldn't figure it out, then all at once, it struck him.

He was a killer, arsonist, and threat to every one.

She's seen my true state, thought Adar, When I put a knife to her throat... when I put that knife in between that guardsmen's eye... when I killed those two militia men.

I should be lucky to still have her as a friend...

The depressing thoughts got to Adar. He stood up and looked up at the sky. It was so blue. The day was a little passed the middle. He saw a few birds fly over.

Its going to be winter soon, thought Adar, they must be migrating.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Willis asked, looking up from her plate.

Adar looked ahead. "I'm going inside the church. I need to do a few things."

"What such things?" Inquired Mr. Willis.

"I just wanted to see the inside, that's all. It has been awhile since my last visit to a church."

***

Adar entered the church and walked down the aisle. He heard his shoes make the tap tap noise against the wooden floor as he entered.

He stopped in front of the alter and kneeled down, looking up at the large cross against the wall. It was white and looked abused and a bit near broken.

Adar had never been a spiritual person, but he believed in God. He didn't know how, specifically, but he knew that he did.

His father believed in the many indian gods, before he had met his wife. Adar's mother was a Christian with strong faith, always reading the bible to her children. That is how Adar remembered her, a godly and very kindred lady. She was against slavery and all other types of mistreatment of human beings.

Adar had once asked her about slavery in the bible, asking whether it was wrong to have servants.

She smiled and said 'Servant' not 'Slave' was the key factor when describing the great men in the bible who had servants.

She showed him a reference talking about the Egyptians enslaving the Hebrews and another speaking of a servant. The difference was more than sufficient to make Adar change his mind.

He believed in heaven in hell, he had too. How could there be no after life? The thought made life much harder to bear. Had his mother simply died and nothing happened afterwards?

No, he told himself, he had to believe. That is what kept him going. He would never let that go.

Adar heard footsteps from behind

He quickly shifted his weight to look back. A pale looking man was a few feet behind him, standing in the middle of the aisle. He had a large coat, with a hooded cape underneath.

"Am I not supposed to be here?" Questioned Adar.

"Of course not, Aaron," smiled Cade, reaching inside of his cloak. "You're supposed to be with Langstrom."

Adar was a blur as he rushed at Cade. His dagger was already drawn, his grip holding the blade opposite his thumb.

Cade barely managed to pull his knife out as Adar attacked.

He immediately parried Adar's cut, both knives meeting and sliding off of each other, the wielders going in opposite directions as well.

Adar spun around like lightning and sliced upwards at his neck. Cade ducked and came at Adar with a stab, only to miss.

Adar's eyes focused and he sliced at Cade's chest. Cade met Adar's dagger head on, swinging at it with immense force behind.

Adar felt his wrist go numb as both knives collided, causing sparks. Cade followed with a cut to Adar's head. It missed as Adar sidestepped the attack and jumped back.

Adar grinned, standing up straight, his blade held loosely at his side. "I suppose your one of Langstrom's Seers?"

"His best Seer," replied Cade, shifting into a more aggressive stance.

Adar studied Cade for a second, then followed up with his second question.

"What were Langstrom's orders?"

Cade gave a dark grin, gripping his knife tightly so Adar could hear the squeeze."I, Cade, am ordered to retrieve Melanie, to bring her back to the well being of her uncle, and to annihilate you upon our first encounter. Furthermore, you will pay greatly for your crimes against the militia of Langstrom, the militia of a new era. Your death shall be slow and excruciating."

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