Stealth Agent
Screen Writer
Cole did as he was told but not without flashing Vane a
viciously angered face. Then he took his donkey and left.
The people standing around them went back to what they were doing.
Vane stood there waiting for Verden to shun him away. Verden didn't
though he turned to Vane with a whole heartedly smile.” Hello young
fellow." He held out his hand. Vane unsteadily took it. Verden
clamped onto it firmly shaking it. Releasing it. Vane couldn't help
but smile it was only brief. Verden looked like a definite farmer..
He had broad shoulders, wore a brown vest and a long flannel clothing
underneath. He had wrinkles on him but it was hard to tell if it was
from age or from working so much.
"I’m Verden. One of the farmer's in the village. I hear your
from the castle is this true?" Verden asked.
Vane wanted to lie and say 'No'. Verden already knew the
truth he was just asking to see how Vane reacted.
"Yeah. I mean yes. I’m Vane."
Verden patted him on the back, "Greetings but I’m on a hurry and
it seems like your headed somewhere to. So may we meet again." After recollecting his stuff Verden flashed Vane another friendly smile before he parted.
Vane walked at a faster pace this time he was dodging in and out
of the people passing him. He wanted to get out of the village now. He
didn't have anything to look forward to after all he'd be living in the woods
but he hated it here. It seemed like the atmosphere around him was
against him. People looked at him like he was something vulgar except Verden.
Vane continued into the forest glad to leave the village. He
hated the smell it held. He hated the community and presence it held.
The aroma of the forest was much different. It was pine and
timber. The muscle smell of grass was strong in these forest of Ellen. A rare
grass Vane didn't recall what it was used for but it could only be
found in the forest's in Ellen. With all the rare smells and aroma’s
it created a wonderful feeling. Vane had only been in the forest
once before for a mild period of time. He was helping a dig project. He
loved every minute of it despite it was one of the worst jobs he had.
It'd be painful to live on his own but he'd have to.
"O.K. Where do I start?" Vane asked himself. He looked around.
Nothing around but tree's, crickets and other crickets.
Trying to think what's smart. He should probably map out the
local area he'd be in before he started camp. That area should
probably be far enough away from the village so he didn't run into
anyone. Not to far when he had to bring the Stallion back. He
shivered trying to imagine how he'd bring back a stallion. He had a strong
muzzle the king gave to him personally. He'd brought an extra just incase. He had a
saddle he'd doubt he'd use. Some rope and other minor equipment for
capturing the horse.
Vane continued walking to map out the area. The only noise he heard to his own
ears was the repetitive rhythm of his shoe's squeaking against the
ground when they sunk into the cold dirt. He gazed up into the sky
cringing at the sun. He looked at the clouds wanting to lay down and
get lost into them. The clouds were beautiful. No matter how much he wanted to fall into there hypnotic beauty he never did, he gazed
at them momentarily before but refused to let himself get lost into
them. It was a weakness to get emotionally attached to something as
petty as clouds.
As the sun moved a quarter of it's axis from the east to
the west. Vane finally stopped. It was in front of a small pond. It
wasn't to deep because it had weeds growing out of it from the
middle. Tall weeds so the pond was probably only a few feet deep. He
emptied he sack onto the ground in front of him. A few sheets, some
wrapped up food, a bowl three curved knives. He assumed it was for
food he caught. He had some nets. He'd prefer to keep it to catching
fish instead of rabbits or other critters. There were some cement food plates and a
small box of Krystan Ash.
"How'd she get this?" Vane asked. He picked up the box examining it. He packed his belongings and he didn‘t recall this. So obviously he didn't put it there. His mother must of slipped it in.
Krystan Ash was rare but the king had a nice supply of it
from the Castle Sage. You could sprinkle it on wood and an instant
fire would be booming.
"Thanks Mother." Vane told himself as he
tucked the Krystal Ash away. He began putting mostly everything else
away when he noticed one other thing. A dagger. It was a very rusty dagger. In fact he couldn't
see one spot on it where it wasn't rust. "Did mother put this in here
to?" Vane asked himself He picked the dagger up by it's worn in
rubber grip hanging it in front of his face he examined it. For one
thing it smelled. Horribly bad like it'd been laying in a toilet
pit. "Why'd she give it to me?"
His mother was the only one who could of put it there. He
couldn't think of anyone else who would or even could of. Vane
rubbed his finger over the rusty dagger. Triggering for some rust to
be scratched off and fall into the grass below him.
"I shouldn't waste my time on this." Vane decided and tossed
the dagger into the open sack. As he continued putting everything
away except the net and the bowl.
He took a large scoop of water and sipped it then poured the
rest onto himself. Vane sniffed the air once more looking around. He
went over and picked up a large rock. His muscles were straining to
carry it but he dropped it into the pond. Picking up another rock
almost as big as the one before it he dropped that in the pond as
well squeezing the net under both rocks.
"I'll leave that there whatever fish are in the pond should find
there way into that net."
Vane leaned down and picked up the longest knife. This one
had a wooden handle that wasn't as comfortable as the other two but
he didn't care it‘d work. "Got to move. Got ground to cover and time to kill."
Vane sought out his way North from the pond. He wanted to be
in and out of here as quick as possible. It’d take a few days at least to get this done. If it didn’t kill him.
He has to find horse herds. It’d be a lot easier to get one horse in a horse herd then one horse on it’s own. Vane continued walking not really knowing what he's looking
for. Hoof prints, Horse droppings. He didn't see any of either. Eventually. He found a nearby stream,
likely to have allot more fish then the small pond he camped near. If
he could recall right the stream was one that ran all the way
throughout Ellen. He believed it was the Urber stream. The largest
form of water throughout Ellen. He didn't want to camp near there.
Villagers probably visited it often.
Urber was probably the most popular stream in Ellen to
Vane figured as he watched a deer bend down and drink from it before
it skipped off.
"Wait this is the most popular river. Animals have to drink.
Even though the horse's of Ellen were always on a move they have to
stop and drink. 'Perfect.'
"First thing tomorrow I'll camp out near water and stay there the whole
day and wait to spot horses."
The rest of the day Vane walked around the local area from the pond
he was camping out at. There was nothing special throughout the area
asides a small den he found. He didn't go in it looked un-inhabited so
the animals may of left because it could of collapsed. Asides that he
wasn't going to waste his time going into a animal's den.
Vane sat at the pond he originally camped out. He ran a mental picture of the forest map through his head a few times he just transfixed that image into his head. He didn’t know how long he did this for it stopped though when his stomach made a growl. He looked down to it. When he remembered the net he set out. Crawling over to it Vane pushed away the rocks and yanked up the net to see what his award was.
To his disappointment it was a small mino. Chucking it back in the water he laid back forward against the grass. Planning out tomorrow’s procedure. The sun was drifting away before him. It’s glory leaving him alone to the night.
After later gathering some wood he piled it together to finnaly try out the Krystan Ash. Smiling he dropped a little bit of it silently over the wood. Instantly it ignited a small jet explosion shooting up. Vane tumbled backwards laughing. He had a nice strong roaring fire to comfort him for the night.
For a little while Vane just starred into the core of the fire. Where it swept back and forth with bickering flickering flames. Vane’s eyes grew big as he realized what he was doing. Losing himself into something as bliss as fire it was a weakness.
He lunged out and with his right arm he plunged it Into the core of the fire. Smashing the wood away from underneath it hitting the wood sending each piece into a different direction. The wooden pieces flew off around them now single. Since each piece was signally alone the fires went out. It obviously didn’t happen naturally just another perk from the Krystan Ash
Vane was heaving in breaths of anger over just that. His arm was covered in black fire lint all the way up to the elbow and half of his face was covered in it. “I have to stay focused.” He stated.
Instantly he pulled out the rusty dagger that had mysteriously been packed with his supplies and drew onto his arm. He placed the tip of the dagger into the belly of his forearm. Vane closed his eyes tightly as he began to let the tip pierce his skin. “Pain will not control me!” Vane demanded. Then tightly and quickly he drew the blade back making a long slice down his forearm with the rusty blade.
He tossed the blade away rubbing the rust on the border of his cut into his blood stream, he cringed even harder holding back tears. “I vow to your Mother as long as this rust is running through my veins my debt my promise to you to get a stallion is also there.” I have to stay focused.