~Burdon~

After walking miles, we came to a farmhouse. "Wow. A farmhouse. Yay," said Malhaw, sarcastically.
"You should be happy they living in that good of a farmhouse," snapped our Father.
"Okay?" said Malhaw, in a kind of questioning way.
When we got to the farmhouse, the sun was already setting. My Father knocked on the door of the farmhouse-as soon as we got there, of course. A few minutes later someone came to the door. With their wolf hearing-also Malhaw's wolf and bat hearing-we heard someone, who's young, coming. We knew that person is young because a younger person moves differently than a older person.
I blinked rapidly as images flashes across my vision. Haha! A vision flashing across my vision. I, even now, got to admit that's a bit funny.

"Hey," I heard someone friendly say.
"W-wh-what?" I stuttered, my head snapping up to see a tall, slim, beautiful girl in front of me.
"I said 'hey.' Have you never heard someone say that?" she asked teasingly, flinging her long, black, curly hair back-revealing pointed ears. She smiled at me, showing her white teeth. And then I saw her eyes. Those green eyes. They look like emeralds-perfectly cut emeralds.
I didn't realized that I was staring until she laughed at me. My face heating up, I cast my gaze away from her face, a 'bit' embarrassed at her catching me looking at her.
"Don't worry, you're not the first male to think I'm pretty." A smirk covering her face, spreading ear to ear.
I almost responded to her comment when I heard a loud trumpet blared in the air some miles away. I glanced at her, seeing how she was naïve about what the trumpets mean. "Get down!"
"W-wh-what? What are you talking about?" she asked, confused, and looking at me like I had grown two heads.
"Get down!" I repeated, slamming into her, causing her to fall to the ground-just as another trumpet was sounded. This time, barking was heard.
I only registered this much before she shrieks, "Get off of me!" and hit me over the head with a rock; stars filling my vision, I felt her shoving me to the side before she ran.
I raised myself so I was on my hands and knees, shaking my head to clear the stars away. It only took a few seconds, but it was those seconds that she could've been caught. "Wait!" Then I mentally slapped myself, because why would she wait if she thought I was a creeper?
I jumped over fallen trees, ducked under branches, ignored the scratches that the sharp vines were giving me, as I ran through the forest-looking for her.
Where could she have gone? I wondered. She didn't have that much of a head start.
At that exact moment something slammed into me, smashing me to the ground. And as if in answer to my previous question, her face popped up close to mine. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. A second later, there was a sharp blade at my throat.
"Running away from the people tailing me, who you just so happened to be running towards."
"There's no one else-" she was interrupted when another trumpet was played. Her head jerking up, towards the noise-to the right, mostly; a couple yards away. "How can it be?"
"I told you I was being followed, did I not?"
She return her attention to me, letting her dagger dig into my skin. "Who are they? Why are they here? Why are they following you? And who are you? What are you doing here?"
"As much as I would love to ask your questions, we really ought to be going." I could tell she was about to argue when I beat her to it, "You will not want to meet them, trust me."
She snorted at that last part. "Why should I believe you?!"
I winced as the knife dig in deeper, drawing a stream of blood. "Because if you don't, you'll end up meeting some very unfriendly people. And I would hate for a pretty face like yours to be ruined-many men would be disappointed, correct?"
"What-" A trumpet blaring cut her off. Only some feet off-around ten feet away.
"Now!" I hissed, seizing her arm and rolling into the half log that was conveniently next to us. I clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. "Keep quiet else we're both dead! Do you hear me?" She slowly nodded her head. Thank you, I mentally said to whoever was listening-relaxing a bit too soon because a second later the barking and trumpets grew louder and louder until they must of be nearly right on top of us.
"Where is he?!" I caught my tailer asking.
My heart thudding like a million miles an hour. It was surprising that I was able to here some sticks and branches being crunched-as a result of my hunters stepping on some twigs or dead leaves-over my beating heart. They were close. Very close. Next to the log.
I took a breath in and out-slowly-as to try to calm my thundering heart down. It hardly worked. There's too much adrenaline running through me to calm me down with deep breathing.
"He should be here somewhere, Sire," was the reply.
No! I mentally shouted within myself. Don't let it be him! Anyone but him! I unconsciously gripped at whatever my hands could hold on to. The tiniest of moan reminded me that the thing I was clenching was a person. It was the girl. I slowly loosened my handhold on her. I would've said sorry if my captors weren't within earshot.
"And where would that be, little brother?" the crazy scientist mocked. "The sky?!"
"No, Your Highness, he'll be on the ground."
"Idiot!" bellowed 'His Highness.' "Find him, or it will be your last!" With that, he stomped away from the log, taking the dogs with him. Only one man remaining: my uncle.
I squinted my eyes at tight as I could. Please. Please. Please. PLEASE leave! I mentally begged to whoever may be listening.
Apparently they decided not to grant my wish because some minutes-or seconds, kinda hard to tell which is which when you're running away-later my uncle said, "I know you're there, Ecoè. Come out. I'm won't hurt you, you know that."
Should I reveal myself, or should I stay hidden?
As if he could hear my thoughts, my uncle replied with, "You should come out. That way I won't have to drag you out. Causing an commotion will have my older brother running all that way back here. I know you don't want that to happen. Come out and let me help you."
I'll just end up being taken and tortured again.
"By staying wherever you are, you are endangering the life of the girl that is with you. Do you really want that on your conscious?"
Both the girl and I drew in a sharp breath, and I wondered, How does he know about her?!
"Do you really think we couldn't hear your conversation, Ecoè?"
No, but I was hoping it.
"Come out; I don't want you to get hurt. Either one of you. If you come out, I'll let the female with you, go."
My life for the girl's. If she only stayed out of the way, I would've been far away from here, and she would've been safe... And I wouldn't have to give myself away for her. So she'll be alright-not having to suffer what I have gone through.
My mind made up, I started to roll out when a hand grabbed my arm. Turning my head to see the elf with her hand on my arm; her shaking her head 'no.'
"He already knows we're here. It's really not worth resisting now-not when I can save you," I whispered.
"But he doesn't know where we are exactly," she muttered.
We can only hope.
And that faint hope was shattered once my uncle confirmed my fear by, oh so kindly, notifying us that he knew where we were, "Don't make me pull you out from under that log."
"Crab cakes," I muttered underneath my breath.
Rolling over again, she gripped my onto my shoulder with her tiny hands. "Don't go," she begged me.
"I have to-you'll be hurt otherwise."
She tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows scrunched together, confused. "But you don't even know me."
"That's why I have to go. I don't want you to feel the pain that I have received from them."
That still seemed to bemuse her at why I was leaving. "You don't even know my name."
"Then what is it?" I asked, so she would let me save her.
"Eve."
"Nice to meet you, Eve. My name is Ecoè. Now I would love to stay and chat, but I don't want you to get caught in the crossfire," I said, quickly, spinning out before she could stop me. I managed to make two or three full turns before I bumped into something. "Oof!"
"Glad to know that you decided to take a whirl out and come say 'hi!'"
I spun around once more, just so I could be facing upwards, rather than the dirt. "Happy to know that you haven't lost your sense of humor, Uncle."
"Oh, get up!" he ordered in a much kinder way than his brother would have-he always had a kinder face. With his handsome face, soft hazel eyes, dirty blonde hair, and slightly tan skin, I sometimes look more like him than my actual father. He stretched out his hand to me. I took it. And he pulled me up; a bear hug immediately afterwards-patting me on the back. Breaking apart, he said, "Now you must leave before-"
"Before what, little brother?" demanded my Uncle's brother, leaning against a tree a few feet away from us. Anger was clear as day as it was across his face-that was similar to his brother, expect for a crueler version of him. "Before I came? Before I found out that you are helping him escape? Betraying us? Or is it all of the above?" He took a step with each word he spoke; now in front of us directly. Boy, did he look mad-no one wins when he's angry.
"I-I-I only w-w-wanted..." stuttered my Uncle, trailing off. I never saw him this clumsy with words before. Expect around his brothers, but he usually doesn't stumble this much.
"What? Wanted what?" growled Uncle's brother.
I'll take it.
"I just wanted-" started my Uncle
"I made him do it!" Taking the blame, so others don't feel the pain, it's what I do best.
His attention now on me, he yelled, "You what?!" His eyes burning holes into me.
I stood my ground though. "I. MADE. Him. Do. It." Grinding my teeth as I spat out each word.
And his hand came smacking down across my cheek, hard-cutting my lip, causing it to bleed. My head snapped to the side faster than I thought it could.
"What have I said about running away?" scowled the brother of my Uncle.
"I just-"
Another hit to the face.
"What have I said?"
"I needed-"
He punched me in the jaw. Quite painfully, actually.
"What have I said?" he repeated.
"I only-"
That earned me a slap over the head.
"What have I said? What have I told you not to do?"
His brown eyes harsh and cruel-no humanity within them-they stared into mine. I knew he wasn't going to stop beating me until I responded correctly.
Gripping my fists, I looked away and replied with, "To not to."
"And...?"
This time I was the one who stared at him in the eye. "I'm sorry that you are a blubbering idiot."

SMACK!

The pain in my cheek felt awful. I knew that I was going to have a bruise. A big nasty bruise. My already cut lip split even further. I started to have the familiar feeling of a swollen lip. Blood dripped down my chin and onto the ground.
"Teah! Stop it this instant! Leave the boy alone!"
My uncle? But he usually never goes against his brothers-punishment goes to everyone. Well... expect for this moment.
Now Teah's anger was on my uncle.
"How dare you try to order me around!" bellowed Teah, shaking his finger in my Uncle's face. "I should report you to Hart!"
"Fine! Then I'll tell him how you let his son escape!" I don't think I ever seen so much fire in my Uncle's eyes before.
Bewilderment filled Teah's face. Uncle almost never fought back against his brothers. But he recovered quickly. "You are threatening me?!"
"You done it to me a million times! And the boy doesn't deserve a beating for standing up to you!"
Not even a second later did Teah's hand came smacking down.

WHACK!

It sounded like thunder and lightning. And his hand came down on my Uncle's face again.
One.
Twice.
Three times.
"You will be punished for your disrespectfulness. As well as for helping the boy." Teah's face stone cold-merciless.
I know what that meant; what happens to someone who gets punished.
"No!"
"What?!" exploded Teah, now his fury back onto me.
Staring at him, straight in the eye I said, defiantly, "I said, 'No!'"
"Ecoè, stay out of this!" warned my Uncle.
I was about to argue with him when Teah beat me to it, "Actually, for once, I would like to know what the brat is made up of." My Uncle opened his mouth to speak when Teah raises hand, saying, "Leontus, I would advice you to remember where your place is."
"But, Brother, he's our nephew. Can't you show him some mercy? For pity's sake?" My Uncle Leontus pleaded with my Uncle Teah.
But he just laughed at him. As he laughed he stared down at me-no pity or humanity in there at all-and a wicked smirk grew across his face. "For pity's sake, you say?" he asked, mocking my Uncle, facing me, but talking with Leontus.
Either he didn't hear the mocking tone-which I doubt; it was very obvious that he was-or he was still trying, because Leontus continued to beg for mercy for me, "Yes. He's a child, he knows no better."
"Which is why he must learn." Facing me; his back towards his brother. He looked like a fox in a henhouse-evil, wicked, and up to no good.
"But he-"
"And so must you." That last part I noticed that Teah glanced behind him to glance at his younger brother, then back at me.
"Punish me if you want, but leave the boy alone. A child."
"A child who didn't learn the most basic lesson: all actions have consequences." With no warning, he charged at me, grabbed my arm, kicked me in the stomach-causing me to bend over instinctively-and before I could even react, or recover, I felt a sharp prick in my neck and the darkness immediately consume me.

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I opened my eyes just in time to see a young man opens the door. He was tall; wearing clothes that looked worn; he looked sixteen years old, seventeen maybe; almost tan from the time spent in the sun; has brown hair; and brown eyes.
"Who are you people, and what are you doing here?" asked the young man.
"Jev." Jev looked surprised that my Father knew his name. "I have been gone for only ten years and you don't even remember your own uncle," jokingly said my Father.
"Oh. You're my uncle, I didn't recognize you."
"That's okay. Do you remember my name?"
"Uh... Something that starts with a 'K?'"
My father chuckled. "Close enough, considering I have been gone for ten years. Actually that is impressive that you could remember that, since you were a baby when I left." Jev said nothing to that; he didn't even smile. "Can we come in?" said my Father, after a second.
"Just a minute," said Jev, and he walked away.
With our wolf hearing-and Malhaw with his wolf and bat hearing-we heard Jev walk straight, then a left, and open a door.
"Malhaw can you tell us what they are saying?" I asked.
"Sure," Malhaw. "They are saying... Okay I'm at the beginning of the conversation..."

"Father, wake up. Father," said Jev, probably shaking his father's shoulders.
"What?" asked Jev's father.
"There's a man who said he's my uncle."
"Kar?!" asked Jev's father in shock.
"Yes, I think. His name starts with a 'K.' I think it might be Kar."
"Let's go see him," said Jev's father.

"And that's the end of the conversation."
"Can't you hear that yourself?" asked my Father, in a snapping way and in a you're-not-suppose-to-do-that tone.
"Yeah, but Malhaw has the best hearing," I said, ashamed at being caught.
"Well. You should've listen to it yourself, instead of using Malhaw's hearing."
"Okay," I sighed. I hate having a king for a father sometimes.
"Good."
Few minutes later the door opens up. A older man was standing in front of Jev. He was tall, clothes worn, brown hair that's turning gray, and blue eyes. "Kar?! Is that really you?!" said Jev's Father in disbelief.
"Yes, it's really me."
Jev's father's eyes widen. "Wow, I haven't seen you in years." And they clapped each other on the arm, and then pulled into a man hug.
"It's nice to see you too, Breg," said my Father, as soon as they broke it off.
"Won't you come in?" asked Breg, inviting us in, obviously.
"Yes, I would love to come in," said my Father, stepping into the farmhouse. Malhaw and I stepped into the farmhouse after our Father. It wasn't the nicest or cleanest house we ever seen, but it will do-especially since it is a farmhouse.
So, when Breg and Jev noticed Malhaw and I, they asked, "Who are they?"
"Oh, them," said my Father, looking behind as if to make sure we were still there. "They are my sons."
"Really?!" asked Breg, taken back. "I thought you only had one son."
"No, I have two sons actually."
"Oh. How did you get the second one?" asked Breg, confused and maybe even suspicious.
"Your sister..." said Father, as if he was confused by the question.
"I'm pretty sure my sister didn't have two sons."
"No, she didn't."
"Then how did you get two sons?" asked Breg.
"I met someone before your sister-actually it was an arrange marriage."
"Who?"
"A woman," said my Father, as if that was obvious.
"Named....?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"Okay. Fine." He clearly gave up. Turning to us, he asked, "Are you two as stubborn as your father?"
Before we could saying anything, our Father said, "They are pretty stubborn. I had to make them come along with me, especially my younger one. The older one, he gave in more easily."
"So which one is my nephew?"
"The older one," said my Father, lying.
"Which one the older one?"
"The one with the darkest hair color. And the one who looks older," said my Father, as if it was obvious. Well, maybe not to him, but it's pretty obvious to us.
Ignoring my Father's comment, Breg walked to Malhaw-who's not his nephew. "Really, this is my nephew?" asked Breg, as if disappointed.
"Actually, your nephew is the one behind him."
"You just tricked me," said Breg, but it was with a smile.
"Yep," said my Father, with a smirk on his face.
Breg walked up to me. "Is this my real nephew?" asked Breg my Father, instead of me.
"That's your real nephew."
"Is he lying?" Breg asked me. For once he asked me instead of my Father.
"No," I said.
"Good," said Breg, and...

he

hugged

me.

I reared back, weird out. I swear I was making the 'why is this person hugging me?' face. I think everyone noticed, expect for Breg.
"The last time I saw you was when you were a tiny baby."
Really? The 'tiny baby' speech? And how on earth did you see me as a tiny baby? I looked at my Father for confirmation. I raises his eyebrows as if to asked, 'How come my uncle saw me when I was a tiny baby?' My Father just shrugged.
"Come on, let me show you to your rooms," said Breg. "Or would Kar like to guess where they are?"
"Nah," said my Father.
Breg smirked at that, as if he finally got the victory he has been waiting for.
"How about you let my sons guess instead?" asked Father, with a smirk. Breg frown at that. Victory lost for him. "Breg, turn that frown upside down," teased Father. Breg faked smile at that, clearly annoyed at losing whatever game they're playing. "That's better."
"Just have them guess which room it is," said Breg, who seems eager to get out of there.
"What do you two think?" our Father said to the both of us. Translation: go into his mind.
We went into Breg's mind and found out that they only prepared a room for our Father. We drew out of his mind as soon as we found that out. "You only prepared a room for our Father," said Malhaw and I.
"Wow, how did you know that?" asked Breg, completely amazed.
By going into your mind and getting the information, I thought, a bit bitterly.
"You didn't know we were with our father. So you just made a room for our father, because you thought there's only one person," lied Malhaw and I. I hate lying to people-even if necessary.
"Oh." And that was all he said. Until, after a few minutes of silence, he asked, "Are you boys hungry?"
"Hungry? We're starving!" exclaimed Malhaw and I.
"I'll get you some food," said Jev.
"That's okay. You go back to sleep. We'll make ourselves something to eat," said my Father.
"I don't mind making something for you."
"That's okay. You can go back to sleep. We'll make ourselves something to eat."
"But I wasn't even asleep when you guys came here," said Jev, not getting the point.
"Well. Then, go get some sleep," said my Father, a bit more forcibly.
"Okay. If there's anything you need just come and get me," said Jev as he was walking away.
"We will."
We-to make it short-made themselves some dinner and went to bed.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought as I fell asleep.

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