Burial of hearts the black widow's malice by N Parnham Read Free Book Online Page B

and thanking me, as most of the crowd sat
grey faced in defeat.
    Winning more than sixty thousand
coin, he was very pleased, giving me a fair share of the coin, as a gift to
thank me for my flair at gambling.
    Full from my wholesome meal
earlier, I chose to put my head to rest, ready for a new day tomorrow. Bidding
goodnight to a few of the villagers, I slipped back into my dwelling; laying
down upon my soft bed. For a while I thought about all unlikely events I had
encountered today; far from anything I had ever needed to become accustomed to
back home. The thought of Alexander came to the front of my mind. I was trying
my hardest to keep a strong mind, but with him gone, I was becoming restless
and broken; I closed my eyes, soon my thoughts knitted into one, building up a
repetitive story within my mind; each time the same scene but the characters
changing; slowly I tired and drifted quietly into a deep sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
     
     
     
    Opening my eyes, I was met by
Bibi sat atop of my chest, staring straight at me; startling me, I leapt back a
touch.
    “Rise and shine”. Bibi said,
ending in his usual squawk .
    “Morning… to you too Bibi ”.
My voice trailing on each of the words, as I lay half asleep.
    I could hear a few too many
people laughing, singing and going about their everyday lives; but at this time
of the morning, surely a minor hint of quiet would not harm anyone. Getting up
from my bed, I bobbed around the room, falling aback as I attempted to get
clothed. Eventually managing this usually easy task, I opened my door, peering
out; the sun typically a welcome sight, this time blinding me, forcing me to
look down as I closed the door behind me.
    There was a small stream close by
to the courtyard and my hair was becoming a touch greasy, so I decided to at
least wash my hair.
    Dipping my hair in the water, I
was careful for it not to touch the dirt and stones at the bottom. Holding
strands in groups, I cleansed, attempting to rid of any knots that had formed
in the process. A small fish decided to become caught as it swam by; now I knew
my hair was a mess , but I never realised it had become a fisherman’s
trap.
    Returning, I dried my hair; splashing
water upon Bibi as I whipped my head around, removing any more stubborn knots,
until I felt satisfied that it was smooth enough to the touch.
    Zinmbe was waiting outside, eager
to start the second round of death defying training as soon as possible.
    “Avis, are you ready? We must
begin”.
    “Must we? ”. I said under my breath.
    I walked out and gave a pleasant
smile, which in no way was returned; entrapping us both for a moment, in a state
of awkwardness. Heading back to the courtyard, I was not in a pleasant mood,
exhausted from the day before, rudely awoken and now Zinmbe was not even giving
me a simple smile; no doubt today would be thought-provoking… unpleasant most
likely.
    “Right, first you are going to
learn the magick passed down to me by my mother and my mother’s mother; I am
sure you understand how that goes. I do know how you are adequate at lighting
fires, so also I know that with a little practice, you will be able to achieve
this”.
    “Ok, fire away… ”. I said giving a slight chuckle as I did.
    “This is no laughing matter Avis,
do you want Alexander back or not ? I am guessing that you do , so
you had better listen to me”.
    “ Sorry ”. I said as
lowering my head.
    “Now, beforehand you used the
power of words, today we need to go a step further. The mind is the tool that
creates the words, so the words can be held in the mind to create the result;
do you understand? ”.
    “I think so… ”. I said giving a
bewildered look.
    Zinmbe had gathered a few logs
from below the forest foliage that were teeming with spiders, placing them