Look at that, we have a title for this novel now. :) This makes me happy :P
I hope that you enjoy this third part. I'll be very grieved if you can't pronounce the names, and I hope you'll forgive me if that be the case.
Here it be :D
“I don’t know, but they’re gonna
get it. How dare they bash my door down… or try to anyway.”
He started hobbling toward the
door with an indignant cry. I stared in surprise.
“No offence or anything but what exactly are you going to do?” I asked.
The door creaked ominously, but
still held. I was unsure how it had managed to stay in one piece so far. Whatever
was on the other side was pretty determined though.
“I’m goin’ to give them a piece of my mind, and a lecture on other people’s
property.” He declared still steaming with anger.
“And just how are you going to do that?” I asked not a little sceptical.
Ok, the man could turn himself into a cat, but I couldn’t see that coming in
handy. He turned and smiled saying mysteriously,
“Oh, I have my ways.” He winked
at me and turned back to the door. I looked around and saw the table. I crawled
under it grabbing the fireplace poker as a weapon on my way. Whatever was
behind that door sounded big and I wanted to be able to defend myself. Hínnior
grasped the door handle and tugged it viciously. The door opened with a spooky
creak, and revealed…
A giant.
Like I mean a real giant. It was
easily eight feet tall, and probably weighed five hundred pounds. My heart
leaped into my mouth, and I gripped my poker till my knuckles were white. To my
surprise Hínnior didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by the sight of the thing.
I gaped as a little man stepped out from behind the giant. He was up to the
giant’s knee. He was a dwarf by human standards, but next to the giant he was
miniscule. Hínnior opened his mouth to speak, but the little man beat him to
it.
“Honestly, Izor, I asked you to
knock not break the door down.” He said with a frown. The giant lowered his
head and scuffed the ground with his giant toe.
“I’m sorry, Mas’er.” Izor whimpered
with a lisp. “I did no’ mean to. Some’imes my s’rength does me no good.” He sniffed
and sighed. It was bizarre. Here was Izor, eight feet tall, reduced to a
sniffling, cowered servant by a man who came up to his kneecap.
“I’m terribly sorry, Hínnior.
Izor doesn’t know his limits yet.” The little man apologized.
“Oh, that is alright, Iggy. The
door will hold more of Izor’s knocking any day.” Hínnior boasted.
“Still as proud as ever over that
door,” grinned Iggy. Through this conversation I still hadn’t moved from my
shelter under the table. Now at Hínnior’s invitation, the duo moved inside.
Iggy immediately noticed me hiding.
“I see you’ve got a new pet, my
friend,” he said boring his jet black eyes into mine. Despite my misgivings
about this dwarf man my blood boiled at the mention of me being a pet. It did
make me wonder if Hínnior kept humans as pets, but only briefly. I scrabbled
out from under the table and drew myself up to my full height. Even so I only
came up to Izor’s waist.
“I am most certainly not a pet!”
I said indignantly my eyes blazing. Somehow this was funny to both Hínnior and
Izor who both burst into loud laughter. Iggy only let a ghost of a smile touch
his features.
“Oh, leave her be, Iggy. I found
her here when I came home. She was taking refuge from the hares.” Hínnior
explained.
“What kind of a name is Iggy
anyway? Sounds a bit childish,” I said just a little smugly. I was convinced I’d
found a way to get back at the man for calling me a pet.
I was right.
Iggy turned red and steam could
have been coming out of his ears, although I could have been imagining that
part. Obviously I’d hit a tender issue with the little man.
Fortunately for both parties,
Hínnior interrupted before Iggy exploded.
“Now, now, no need to get our
arms in a twist. I’ll have no fighting in my house. But what are you we going
to do about you, lassie. You can’t stay here.” Hínnior said thoughtfully.
“I definitely need to get back
home.” I said suddenly worrying about how Poppa, Mamma, and Preston were faring
since I hadn’t come home. I certainly didn’t want them out in the woods with
those hares around looking for me.
“Well, we could point her the way
and shove her outside,” suggested Iggy grinning with delight.
“I refuse to budge a step out of
this hut with those crazed things out there.” I said coldly.
“No, I don’t think we’ll send her
out there, Iggy.” Hínnior said glaring at Iggy.
“Oh, well, it was worth a try,”
whispered Iggy none to quietly to Izor. That sent Izor laughing again.
“I think it be best if you sleep
here tonight and we’ll send you on your way tomorrow.” Hínnior concluded. I agreed
with a nod though I was pretty sure I would sleep a wink tonight with these
weird people around. I settled in the corner on a pile of fur coats. Despite my
intentions to stay awake and listen to their conversation, I fell asleep the
moment my head hit the pillow. Running form hares will do that I suppose.
I was sleeping sweetly when a
sudden shriek pierced my consciousness.
1. I awoke to find myself back at
home outside the fringes of the woods. But something was wrong. Very wrong. I
smelt the air and shivers shot up my spine as I smelt the unforgettable scent
of wood smoke. I spun around to see a sight that sunk my heart to the very tips
of my toes. My beloved home was burning. My thoughts jumped immediately to the
rest of my family. With a cry I began to run toward the swirling mass.
2. I jumped to my feet and
grabbed my poker. I looked frantically around for Hínnior and the others, but
the hut was empty. Panic filled my heart as I ran to the door, and swung it
open to reveal a terrible sight.
3. My eyelids shot open. I sat up
cautiously my hand groping in the darkness for my poker. My hand closed over it
and I pulled it closer. I looked around and was surprised to see the others
fast asleep still. Seriously? I pulled off the blankets and tiptoed over to the
figure I though was Hínnior. I was about to shake him awake when I noticed
something odd. I peered closer and saw that this man was clean shaven. My heart
leaped and I slowly back away. That man couldn’t be Hínnior and he was too
small to be Izor, and too large to be Iggy.
“Where am I?” I thought
horrified.
Right before I backed into a
chair.
Voila! I hope that makes you happy.
We're going golfing tomorrow. I've never been before so hopefully I'll manage. :P My brother likes to go, and so does one of my friends. She will be there tomorrow so that will be helpful. That is if it isn't cancelled due to the rain. We're getting quite a bit of it but I don't mind too much. It's rather nice. Which is a good thing I guess since we'll be getting more.
I must say adieu now. Sorry for the shortness of this, but duty calls.
Arrivederci!
Antonella Rose