A-Drew: VisitorMature

Someone was in my shelter, but I didn't notice. Others often came in, just to find shelter from the rain. But then I noticed that whoever it was was looking at me. Staring. I know, my white hair, though I am only sixteen, and my strange black eyes are not something that many people miss when they look at me.

"What?" I asked, finally.

"You... didn't notice me. Is this place yours?"


"Who are you?"

"Not someone you want to make mad."

"Well, tell me why you didn't notice me, who and what you are, and why you are answering with small words and single syllables." I looked at her, narrowing my eyes.

"My name is of no importance, but it is Drew. I didn't notice you because I have many people stopping by. Other Adepts. Lots of aquaintances. I don't like answering questions with lengthy answers because it bores me. I am for myself. And, yes, you are welcome to stay."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and dug at the ground. The ground was a soft loam that had been many times disturbed. Only a few centimeters below was a metal box. I opened it and drew out some meat. I went to the other end of the home and took a pot from it's place on a shelf. I went outside and to the nearby stream, filling my pot.

When I got back, my visitor had not moved an inch. I threw the meat into the pot and added a pinch of salt, putting it over a metal grate that I placed over the fire. "Supper." I said. "Now, tell me about yourself. Name, age, the rest, that isn't important. What I want to know is, how came you to have the stench of blood around you?"

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