Faron 2

Kip flicked a bark chip at Rudyard. Several of them now littered the mans red beard as he snored on his sleeping mat. The beard also had pine needles, dirt, an ant, and some twigs in it. He flipped another one at the large man and sucked in a breath as it hit his cheek. Rudyard made a choking, snorting noise and awoke with a start. He went crosseyed as he noticed more in his beard that he was used to.

“Blast it boy!” he lurched to his feet.

“I was helping the birds! Thought your beard would make the perfect nest!” Kip protested and skipped out of reach.

“Why you child of the infernal woods,” Rudyard tried to cuff the boy but missed and gave way to muttering and brushing the collection of objects from his beard, “you can be sure Faron will hear all about this and the other ways you’ve been abusing your poor uncle Rudyard.”

“Ha, Faron likes me better than you old man!” Kip smirked.

“Oh yeah?” said Rudyard as he grabbed a pinecone his foot came across.

“Why else would he trust only me enough to send me out on important errands while poor old Rudyard is left behind, huh?” Kip quipped.

Rudyard growled. “Heyuh Kip look theres. . !”

Kip turned to glance in the direction Rudyard had indicated and was rewarded with a pinecone pegging the back of his head.

“Awwh Beets!” he said as he rubbed the back of his head and glared at Rudyard.

“You know Kip, you aren’t so smart for a 13 year old. I expected more from you,” he shook his head despairingly.

“Stuff it Rudyard or next time you’ll find the nest made in your mouth,” Kip shot back unhappily.

“Ah well, better than the soup you made last night!” He said cheerfully, “better pack up we need to get moving.”

It didn’t take long to gather up their belongings and pack them onto the horses. The fire pit was buried and all signs of their having stayed there were covered deftly. They couldn’t afford to be lazy, their lives depended on it. Especially now that Faron wasn’t with them.

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I'm writing this story for my lil bro cuz hes out of stuff to read. Sean insists I post it so here ya go. Enjoy!

 “Beet mulch” Faron muttered as his gaze roiled over the cell room to the bars, then through the bars and around the small, sparsely furnished but orderly room. They found their rest on a spindly man reclining in a wooden chair adjacent a thick oak desk.

 “What was that?” the man crowed. Faron had decided Jasper’s voice sounded like a wheel in need of a good oiling. Sadly enough all of the oil for his voice had found its residence in the man’s shaggy black hair. It hung limply off of his head like rotten seaweed.

 Faron was silent. He had no interest in talking to the spindly sneak. He doubted Jasper could give him the information he desired anyway.

 Faron sighed and leaned against the cold wall. Pretty pathetic that he had evaded the Bermillion guards for years only to be caught by the Anthens the first time he stepped into their territory. He had no quarrel with the Anthens and wasn’t particularly sure why they had one with him. He had reached the conclusion he was to be turned over to the Bermillion Council for a high price. Although it still seemed a bit strange as Anthas hated Berma. But it was 1000 Fresst on his head. A good enough amount of money to tempt nearly anyone. Rudyard had suggested amusedly that Faron would be wise to turn himself in for the reward.

 He smiled slightly. Rudyard.

 “Quit that smirkin over there ya lousy lump of beet flesh,” Jasper yarped, interrupting his thoughts.

 “Anything for you O great Ape,” Faron bowed mockingly.

 Jasper sneared “Don’t get ter thinkin that I cant ring your neck at my pleasure”

 Faron snorted and pulled his hat low over his eyes, “Don’t get to thinking I’d let you.”

 It was at that instant the door swung open and hit the wall with a bang that would throw Faron’s life into an unpredicted twist.

 A barrel chested man with blonde hair and short trimmed beard took in the scene and his cheeks reddened angrily “Jasper you beet skinned turnip! Get out of my seat. Better yet get out of this room! Better yet get out of my sight and don’t even think about coming back for a week, do you hear me?” he shouted.

 Jasper fell out of his seat as he scrambled to get away in terror, “But sir I-”

 “I could snap you into two Jasper, OUT!” he roared. Jasper was out of the door in a split second and the man didn’t waste time in shutting it tightly. He then crossed the room and fell into the emptied chair tiredly.

 “Sick of that man. . If you can even consider him a man. I could swear he was the blood of a worm in him,” he said, turning his attention to Faron who had observed the whole scene discretely from under the shadow of his cap, “and here you are. Faron, the Terror of the Berma Majesties. My name is Lance. I’m the head guard of Antha, and I’m very, very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

 Lance got up with a sigh and pulled out a ring of keys, walking slowly over to unlock the cell.

 “And I am proud to be the first to call you King Faron of Anthas,” he bowed low as he swung the barred door open, “welcome to your kingdom your majesty.”