More of my story...

It is finally here!!! Parts 2, 3, and 4 of Chapter 1!!!! I decided to give you the treat of three parts...I still don't have any pictures drawn of Adrian. I have one of Starr, but I don't have it on my computer yet. I'll try to add it to this post soon.

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“So, you say you are Adrian’s son. Boy, this is confusing. So what are you here for?” Starr asked as they ate their meal. She tried to take it down in little bites, to spite it tasting so good. Adrian had been right when he said she hadn't had a good meal in a long time.
“I am trying to prove myself the rightful heir to my father’s lords and dukes. I am to do this by placing the Emerald Star on some pillar in the center of our garden. The crystal will grant me tremendous power when in my hands.”
“That seems really simple.” Starr denounced.
“No, it isn’t! I have to find five shards of legends to join together and make the stone with. And they’re hidden on this island. Each one, when I have it in my possession, grants me power. But even after finding one, I couldn’t prove that I was the heir. I have to find ALL of them. It’s incredibly difficult, considering that every time I use my Dream Shard, Orion goes nuts, and I can’t calm him.” Adrian explained.
“I could.” Starr remarked. Adrian’s face lit up.
“Then maybe you could help me!” He suggested.
“No thanks, I have enough adventure as it is.”
“Fine. I’m going to get myself a room. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Fine, but you know they won’t accept you....” Starr called after him.

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“Give this man a prize; he just succeeded in getting himself thrown out of the only inn in town!” Starr mocked, as Adrian wiped mud off of himself as best he could.
“Oh, just stop it. I haven‘t slept in three days, you know!”
“Sorry........” Starr trailed off. “Maybe I could help you a bit?”
“You might help me get that room in return for your supper.”
“But you said you would pa-”
“I know, I know. Now listen, all you have to do is go over there and write my name down.” he explained.
“In case it hasn’t occurred to you, Adrian is a man’s name. They wouldn’t believe me.”
“Oh, tell them I’ll be late.”
“I can’t write.”
“You can’t write!! You must be able to write your name!! How old are you?”
“Fifteen, and I can write your name if you just show me what it looks like.”
“Good. Get a room in the back, alright?”
“Sure, but-”
“But WHAT??” Adrian was losing patience with her.
“You’ll need a rope, if you’re going to do what you said.”
“Why?”
“Because the back rooms are only on the second story.”
“Oh, worry about it when it gets here.”
So, after many attempts, Starr finally wrote Adrian’s name to his satisfaction, and signed it. She made sure to get a room in the back.

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Adrian’s green eyes scanned the black windows, watching for a light. He had told her to put three candles in the window, to show which room she was in. Then he could get in, and she could leave. He thought it a wonderful plan, and as he looked up at the starry sky, he sighed in satisfaction. Then he turned to the dreary backside of the inn. He had put his horse in the stable, and hoped Orion would still be their in the morning, as he had the habit of running off. Suddenly, a light shone in one of the windows. Even without the three candles, he immediately knew it was her, as the light cast shadows across her bony face and clear blue eyes.
But she’s got some attitude...... He thought, as he flashed a small spark of his power to let her know he had seen her. She pulled the window up.
“Alright, now how are you gonna get up here?” She called down. Adrian stopped. He thought for a moment. Why does she have to be smarter than me?
“Tie a blanket around the bedpost. I’ll climb up. But make sure it is secure.” He instructed. A moment later, he found himself climbing up and over the window sill.
“What took you so long?” Adrian scrutinized.
“Couldn’t get the match to light.” Starr answered.
“Well, I expect not to see you again.”
“You’re welcome.” Starr replied sarcastically, as she headed for the window. He watched her feet as they passed across the hard wood floor. They were bare and dirty, but they were weathered, as if the skin had turned into a kind of leather for her. Her arms were cut and bruised though, and he couldn’t help noticing the little dress she wore was worn and thin, providing almost no warmth.
“Why don’t you take a bit of food with you? I have some in my bag.” he suggested, his heart softening a little and his ego settling. “Here.” he said as he gave her a few apples and a slice of bread. Starr looked surprised.
“Thank you. Adrian, right?” she asked. “I want to remember you.” she explained.
“Yes, Adrian. I might keep you in mind, but I doubt it. Anyway, you spell your name with two ‘r’s’ or one?”
Starr smiled. “Two. Thanks again. I hope you find only success on your mission.”
“Me, too.” Adrian agreed, as he helped her out of the window. She slowly let herself down. Adrian reached into his cloak with his right hand and pulled out something.
“Hey, Starr, watch this!” He called, and displayed a sword. It flashed silver in the moonlight, and at the base it was studded with emeralds.
“Where on earth did you get that?” Starr questioned.
“Watch!” He insisted, and raised the sword. Starr was only about four feet from the ground by now. Suddenly, the boy slashed down and cut the blanket. She fell, with a small shriek, but no one heard, as the inn was busy and loud at all times. He heard her hit the ground, and laughed to himself. But, turning to his bed, Adrian realized, with great irritation, he had just done Starr the favor of giving her a warm blanket for the night.

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I still need a name for this story! I wish I could think of one. I suppose when I finish writing it I will think of something.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and didn't think it was too boring!
More on Tuesday, so I'm probably gonna be up all night enduring writing about-WAIT, I can't tell you that! >:D *is smiling evilly* Wait and see!!! :)

-Autumn