Chapter 6: 1-6: Departure

The next day went by fast, filled with packing, practicing fighting while the maids and butlers tried to save the fragile decorations, and me using all the things I had managed to get Fredericka to tell me she hated about Vern that I hadn’t noticed. Honestly we bitched at each other about things that annoyed us more than we slept. My opinions towards her aside, she was at least someone who could keep me engaged in conversation.

On Thursday afternoon, we got our horses laden with bags and other such things and began our journey. I think they might have been smarter to send us with pack mules, with how old my horse and how overburdened Vern’s was.

“So, who do you think the other chosen are?” I ask as we ride on the road leading to the capital. It had been built since dumb heroes used to try to take dangerous, yet shorter paths to the capital and often got killed before arriving there.

“I just hope they’ll be good people. Twins know we aren’t.” He jested, trying to fix his ponytail with one hand. It wasn’t going well.

“I hope one of them can cook.”

Vern laughed, “Oh, I’m sure they’ll all cook as good as me.”

“I can see it now: ‘Heroes Dead of Food Poising.’”

“That would be pathetic.”

“Not as bad as that hero who died by being smothered by a cat sleeping on his face.”

“That is pathetic. But he was a just a lowercase h, hero. Besides a lower case shield like you should be more careful.”

“I’m uppercase, I had to file all that paperwork even. It’s not my fault I had to be chosen as one so late.”

“Yeah. I know. You think any of them will be you know….” He whistled.

“Yeah, I’m here so that’s guaranteed.”

“I’m leaving you in the capital.”

The sun glared down on the ground, drying it out. We took our horses off trail and towards a pond to graze and drink. As we stood letting them enjoy, Vern called me over.

“So then, Earth, I have something for you to do.”

“What, my lord?”

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“Wow, sarcasm. That’s a new one. Anyway, I think you should write down my story. For posterity or whatever.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

“Common view resonates better with common people. Not to say I’m not a common view, but I’m the hero and… look mostly I just can’t see myself having the discipline to write it everyday.” He said. Honestly I really didn’t either but I would at least try. I thought about saying that but held my tongue.

“So, should I start with, you know… that day?”

“What. No. You need to have some mystery in the novel. Don’t give everything away to early. I think by Chapter Six you can be safe to say it straight out.”

“Okay, then. Though what if I made each chapter one page long?”

“New rule. Each chapter must last at least ten pages.”

        “I’m not going to mention it unless… you know.”

        He looks towards the lake, “Yeah, she is probably going to be someone we meet.”

        “Both of them. They are almost certainty both candidates.”

        “Yeah… but I think I can handle them. Can you handle her though?”

       I shrugged, “Vern, worry about yourself. You’re the hero here.”

       He smiled, “Yep and you’ll be writing my praises when I defeat them.”

     “If you defeat them.”

      “You could be a little supportive.”

      “That would be going against my common view.” I smiled as we both remounted and continued on our way.

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