Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Prayers ❯ From the Poet(Chapter two) ( Chapter 2 )

The next day was the perfect day to go to a tanning place, but the hair would just be ignored, it was probably going to be cut anyway. After her tanning time was over Aldria began to look human again, but she was still skinnier then she had been before, and that had been caused by her newly found very strict diet.

It was very boring for Aldria to stay in one place, she was so used to moving around that when she just stayed her hotel room she was almost bored to tears. When she desperately needed it she finally found a café out of town that had poetry readings. Poetry hadn't been a real passion of hers until the day she became an Orphan, it had been an easy way for her to express herself and because of it she had slowly moved on.

She gathered some of her poems and headed out to the place, there she could dress like the hunter she was and no one would notice or care for that matter. It was thrilling for her to come to places like this, because after she had lost so much she had become such a freak but in a café she was not different she was human and accepted, besides some of the people in the café were weirder then her.

Stepping into a café like this was stepping into another world there were tables and chairs set facing a stage that currently had a young pale girl with black hair reciting a poem on it. The room was a little dark and everyone was quiet whether listening or not they still stayed quiet to be polite and a lot of people clapped as she had finished. It was just what Aldria needed, just what could relax her.

Soon a waitress came forward to ask for what she wanted and if she was willing to go up and recite a poem or two. Happy with the information she was given the waitress walked away to get Aldria her cup pf coffee. Just then another young woman walked onto the stage taking a seat on the only stool next to the only microphone. Her flaming read hair and slightly upturned nose made it obvious to Aldria that she was a troll, but not to anyone else within the café. Her voice was also calm and deadly like Oric's as she began to recite her poem,

"I have no place to hide,

My heart is certain to brake,

There is nothing for me anymore,

Only tears,

Followed by fears,

I'm alone with people everywhere,

But no one to comfort me,

What will I do?

Where will I go?

I'm nothing,

No one,

With everything to lose."

As she stepped off stage she walked up to Aldria and began to speak. "I believe that it is your turn, please recite something from your heart. I understand that yours should be very bleak, good day hunter." She walked to a table where two other trolls sat; all of them looked at her with new found interest.

It didn't really matter, most of the people in the room weren't human, and the most of the humans in it were completely oblivious. This was annoying to Aldria not only had she stopped following a human's internal clock but she had also become as dreary and bleak as the protectors.

It only took three quick steps to get to the stage and with in a few minutes she had the microphone set upright where she wanted it. Her voice was creamy but full of emotion as she began to recite a poem that had helped her a lot after the untimely death of her family.

"With you

Tears that touch the earth

Hearts that are broken

Sadness and joy are nothing

Nothing compared to you

You are a star in the sky now

The sky that is so bright

Bright because of all those who have died

And are now with you

With you in the star light

Dancing a cross the moon

Just wait my friend

Someday

I'll be there

Dancing with you."

Off the stage she went almost instantly, ignoring the applause she got, it didn't matter to her, it was meant for the people who were killed not for these people. It was meant for her father who had taught her to dance, her mother who was her friend, and her little sister who was always coming up with some strange scheme about people dancing on the moon. It was for those people, not these, and she would give anything for them to hear it if only they could.

The troll woman nodded her head in acceptance she was willing to understand, Hunters all lived such sad lives and not even hers was worse. It was a simple matter of understanding, Aldria knew that until the fateful day her family was murdered she had lived a more happy life then all protectors and that in itself was worth more to her then anything.

"Excuse me, are you Aldria Randor?" A clam male voice asked.

Without even looking up Aldria answered in a likewise voice. "And what if I am?"

"Oric has sent me; I just didn't think that I was going to see you here. I just guessed it would be you because there aren't any other hunters who are in this area." The owner of the voice was beginning to drown on and on causing slight annoyance.

"If Oric sent you then just sit down, I really don't want any more attention." She snapped.

Aldria looked up to see a young man wearing a black overcoat, his face was drawn and pale, his hair as black as ravens feathers. He was, much to her distaste a Vampire. And even his voice was slightly dark. "I have a letter for you from Oric, it will explain everything." The letter was handed over.

The outside of the note had her name written on it in curly read ink. The inside was very simple and written in the same hand, Oric's hand to be more exact.

Aldria,

I hope you keep yourself nice to your new partner; he will have to help you out a lot for the next couple of weeks. You are going to be his new partner due to some recent events, I want your look to change, you will be more clean cut and more feminine from now on. Do not try to argue your way out of this one; you are moving up in rank and because of that you will have to keep up the look. Till I see you.

Oric-

That left her totally enraged, Oric was basically forcing her to change and she had no way to stop it because he could do just about anything that he wanted. Now that she had a partner of the race she had sworn to destroy she had to deal with this quickly. This was not a situation that she ever wanted to be in.

"Well? What do you think? Should we start right away with the makeover or should we just try to get to know each other?" His voice was excited then a little flat as he noticed the expression on her face.

"Do you really want to know?" her voice was twinned with sarcasm.

"I guess that this is going to be harder then I thought." He whispered.

After a few minutes she finally became annoyed with him studying her face that she spoke. "Okay fine! I'll cooperate with you, will you just give up?"

He seemed to brighten up immediately. "Good choice, I really didn't want to have to become your stalker, although that is what is would have boiled down to. Anyway my name is Nummair Lencay and as you can tell I'm not human, oh and I already have a room in that place you are staying in, although I know that you would just love to leave it. We can tomorrow at dusk if you don't mind."

"Fine, I'm going back to my room now. Bye."

Aldria stood up quickly, and attempted to leave. Once she got outside her arm was grabbed, she spun around to find herself face to face with the troll woman from inside. "Yes?" She asked completely unfazed by the tight grip on her arm.

"Thank you for the poem, but I have a question for you, did you really write it?"

"Yes."

There was no answer instead the Troll's eyes began to fill with tears and her voice was shaky. "Well then, can I use it? Just please tell me your name."

"You don't need it. I'm not allowed to give it, you should know that." Was all she whispered. "Besides it was written by just another Hunter."

"Sure, I just thought…never mind, thank you anyway." She said in a level voice as she walked away.

It stung that she had to be so cruel but as a hunter she could not give anything about herself away. Even if she wanted to be nice she couldn't, that would be showing an emotion that all hunters were not allowed to have. They were supposed to have hearts as cold as ice, and never show what they were truly feeling. It was because of that, that all hunters were seen as bleak, horrible people but in truth they were just normal humans who make mistakes and feel pain just as well as sorrow.