My Mother's Killer - Ch. 7

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Sorry it's a little shorted than I wanted. I didn't have as much time as I wanted this weekend.
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==================================================================== Now I was a lot younger back then and I’m sorry but if this happened to you; you would scream too! I thought back on the day I ventured into the woods; I felt something crawl up my neck and into my hair. I let out a horrified scream as I batted at my hair; Nobel stepped uneasy as I pulled for him to stop. I looked to the forest floor to see what had fallen out of my hair only to see four long centipedes; I cringed at the thought that they had been crawling all over me. I looked up to see where they had fallen only to revile a boy a little older than me with a devious smile. He had the blondest hair I had ever seen; it was so blonde that it almost looked white. His eyes were water blue and he was carrying two wooden swords.

He chuckled with amusement as he stared down at me. "You little brat," I shouted "Come down hear this instant so I can teach you a lesson!" The boy suddenly jumped down and pulled out his wooden swords. I dismounted Noble and pulled out my sword. "Hey that’s no fair," protested the boy as he stared at my sword, "here you can use one of mine." The boy tossed one of his swords towards me; I reached down to grab the wooden sword. It felt like a leaf compared to my sword. We began circling each other studying each others steps waiting for a point to attack. I trusted my sword down at him he quickly darted out of the way; and counter attacked. I blocked his attack with my sword and jabbed it towards him again.

The fight seemed to go on for hours until I made a mistake. I lunged at him leaving my back open; he quickly dodged my attack and gently trusted his sword into my back. "I win," the boy gloated. I had been defeated; I didn’t say anything I dropped the wooden sword and headed back to Nobel. "Don’t be mad, I can teach you my moves, the only way you’ll get better is if you have a sparing partner," The boy shouted chasing after me. I didn’t look back; I grabbed my sword and mounted Nobel. "You’re a sore loser," Screamed the boy, "this is why girls shouldn’t play with swords!" "I’m not a sore loser," I whined. "I have to go home," I lied. "You’re a sore loser and a liar!" whispered the boy. "How dare you, I…" I stammered not knowing what to say. I stared at they boy, his eyes looking hopefully at me.

I got off Nobel and walked over to the boy. "Your right I am a sore loser, it’s just I have to win, I have to get strong you wouldn’t understand," I replied. "Well I don’t need to understand, but you don’t have to storm off," hissed the boy, "didn’t your parents teach you any manners." I felt like crying when he said that, but he doesn’t need to know my story. He was right though; I needed a sparing partner if I ever wanted to get better. "I’m sorry, that was rude of me; I’m Marie Sinclair," I replied while extending my hand. "Thomas Wiedemann." He replied shaking my hand. "I am the son of a great warrior, when I am old enough I shall fight at his side along with my older brothers," Thomas belted out pointing his sword to the sky.

He began telling me of his life, he was the youngest son of six; all boys. How his mother didn’t want him to fight; she wanted him to live up to their noble name and go to court. How he loved exploring the forest; we talked till it got late said our goodbyes and that we would practice tomorrow. That night I couldn’t fall asleep I kept thinking of Thomas and practice. I awoke from my nightmare at first dawn. I was about to head out the door when I heard Sarah. "Marie, where are you going, you know today is etiquette day." Sarah replied in a motherly tone.

I had totally forgotten; Thomas would be waiting for me I couldn’t do etiquette today. "Sarah, couldn’t we please do this tomorrow," I begged. "Marie your lessons must come first before anything," Sarah replied. "Please, Please, Please I meet a boy named Thomas and we are supposed to meet." I pleaded. "Well on one condition," Sarah stated, "you bring him home for lunch, I don’t know this Thomas and if you are to be friends, I must know if he is a good person." I nodded and kissed Sarah on her cheek and rushed out the door. I saddled up Nobel and headed for our meeting place. I had a feeling Thomas would be in a tree so I scanned the tree tops as I got closer.

I looked on the forest floor and saw a bunch of centipedes and other bugs; I quickly scoped them up into my handkerchief, and balled it up. I moved closer to our meeting spot and saw Thomas in a tree; he hadn’t seen me yet so I whipped the handkerchief at him. The handkerchief hit him directly in the head; the bugs pored out all over him; which didn’t seem to faze him. He simply brushed them off then climbed down the tree. "Marie that’s no fair," he protested. "Why because I got you first!" I shouted with glee. "Well yeah!" he whined. That day was the same as days to come; we trained from dusk till dawn. Thomas was my best friend; we did everything together.

We talked about almost everything; I did keep one secret from him and that was how my parents died. He visited their grave with me; he never pried, he would let me shed a couple tears then hug me and say that his grandmother would take care of them in heaven. I have never had a better friend than him, we were so much alike. Sarah said she could tell from the first time she meet him that he would grow to be a fine man.Sarah and Michael used to joke around saying that one day our feeling would change and I would want him to be my husband..Ewww he’s my best friend how can we be anymore than just friends, right?