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Alex sat in the front of the bus holding his eye sniffling. He was trying his best not to cry hit the entire right side of his face hurt real bad. When school let out they had to wait for the buses to come. Normally the wait was about ten or fifteen minutes. The teachers and recess ladies tried their best to make everyone line up but there were 200 seven to eleven-year-olds all there. Order was not going to happen. Alex often joined some of the other boys in the field right by the bus pick up area playing soccer. Alex really liked soccer. He was kinda good at it too because he was so small he was super fast. One of the bigger kids hated that. Robert Flanagan. A lot of the time he'd make fun of Alex and never pick him for his team because he was a big meanie. But today the older kids had some big test or something and he was more mad than normal. He tripped Alex twice but that hadn't hurt. What had hurt was when they were walking back up to the bus lines Robert kicked the ball as hard as he could at Alex. It had slammed into the side of his face.

The teachers were all terrible. They said it was Alex's fault since he shouldn't have been playing soccer anyway because they were all suppose to just line up and wait for the buses. Since it happened after school Robert wouldn't even get in trouble! That maybe hurt the most. A big ten year old kicked a ball at full force at Alex and the teachers weren't gonna do nothing. And now he had to go home and explain to papa that he got hurt for not following the rules. They were stupid rules but Alex always wanted to be a good boy for papa and now he had to tell him he was a rule breaker.

The bus stopped at Alex's and he got off the bus his Spider-Man backpack slung over his shoulder as he held his face with his hand. He had no way of knowing how bad it even looked. He was scared he was gonna have a black eye and everyone was gonna think papa was a bad papa or something. Of course he had no way of knowing it was just a little red and would fade in a few hours. He hadn't been allowed in the bathroom to look at the mirror since school was over.

And on top of it all, Alex's head hurt. He had a head ache from the impact. He'd have to ask papa for an Astin pill to help. If papa wasn't too mad at him for breaking the rules.

Alex walked up the three steps to the house door and checked the knob. He didn't know if papa was home since he parked in the garage now that there was only one car here. Sometimes papa would have to do errands and wouldn't be home when Alex got home but that wasn't often. More often papa just forgot to unlock the door and was busy in his office writing papa was a famous writer after all. Alex wore a house key on a necklace around his neck if he needed it but it was not today. The door opened and Alex walked in his light up shoes lighting the dim hallway as he walked in "Papa!?" He called in the still house.

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"In here Alex" replied Charles from the dining room, folding and putting away the troubling letter he had received from his son's school. "What happened to your face!" Charles exclaimed as Alex stammered out an explanation. Damn it, he thought, I never should have let him take the bus, but ever since he divorced Alex's mother a year ago the lad had been striving to prove he was a big boy now. Charles soothed Alex kissing his red cheek better, but inwardly cursing the school, unfortunately the only local choice, as he got up to get a glass of water and some baby aspirin for his teary eyed son "You did nothing wrong buddy, some rules are stupid, you don't have to feel bad about breaking those ones, and if you do, I will not get mad about them"

Charles sat across the table from Alex, placing the water and aspirin in front of him "Tell me about the rest of your day, then there's something else we got to talk about, the reason coach Johnson had to leave" The whole town knew by now, Interfering with his male students, he wouldn't even got found out if had been a little less greedy, His ''pets'' getting jealous then telling on each other, not realizing it would be their beloved coach who caught all the trouble. Charles knew he had nothing to worry about in regards to Alex there, as he had provided a permanent note to the school excusing Alex from PE. The way he saw it, if Alex hated it he shouldn't have to do it, plus the kid would live on the trampoline or in the pool if he could, so while he was quiet and well, nerdy, his son was no couch potato. The tyke was even counting down the days till he turned nine and could register at the local soccer club.

Charles listened patiently as Alex detailed his day, his mind wondering to the sordid gossip that was floating around town. It was even said the Coach's own son wasn't safe from his fathers perverse lusts, and as he watched his own son's cute face and full pouty lips, Charles couldn't help but relate. It had been so long, before the divorce even, nothing helped. Wanking just made him more horny, working out just postponed it and throwing himself into his work only worked until his horniness resulted in crippling writers block. His ex-wife had thrown herself into her work almost as soon as she could after Alex was born, and Charles's writing job was perfect for the stay at home dad role, as a result he and Alex were very close. Not that it mattered in the divorce. She had been cheating, so got nothing, and Charles easily secured full custody of Alex, his ex taking just token visitation, which she flaked on half the time.

"No, I'm listening buddy" Charles said in reflex to a whine from Alex, his cock twitching at the sound, an image of Alex making that noise from Charles stroking his small slim body flashing into his mind. "Time for the serious stuff Alex, what have they told you in school about Coach Johnson?"

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Alex walked into the dinning room only to be met with papa's instantly asking him what happened to his face. Alex knew it! He had a huge black eye for sure. "W-we were playing s-soccer and---" Alex began to stammer terrified he'd get in trouble but it was better to tell the truth. It seemed papa too his side though. He even agreed with Alex that it was a dumb rule. Vindication! Papa got him one of the pink Astin and some water.

Papa asked him about his day. Well with the terror of getting in trouble gone Alex began to recount his entire day to his papa on detail. About his pop quiz in math that he aced and the spelling test he'd had today that he got a 98% on. And that was only because he forgot that 'ph' made an 'f' sound so he misspelled triumph as 'triumf'

As Alex spoke he noticed that papa's eyes seemed distant. "Papa~" he whined. "You aren't listening." Papa reassured him that he was indeed listening then changed the subject to Mr. Johnson, the physical education teacher. "Ah... they said... he was not going to be around any more because he was doing... something with the big kids and we'd have Mrs. Loren as our PE teacher for a while." By 'big kids' he meant the 4th and 5th graders of course. Everyone that wasn't in his grade was either a big kid or a baby. "That's okay though since Mrs Loren is nice. Mr. Johnson was a meanie yelling at us all the time. I didn't like him." Alex said. He hadn't been told anything at all about what had happened. "Oh, I have a letter Ms. Thomson said it'd been sent too but he wanted a copy signed because the school said it's important that all parents know Mr. Johnson is gone now." Alex said lifting his bag up to the table and opening it. Inside was a very neat and orderly bag the letter was in his green folder. Green folder was his stuff for home like homework and things that needed to be signed. He pulled out the letter. It was identical to the one that had arrived in the post but Alex didn't know about that one. "Ms. Thomson just said to sign at the bottom. I think it just is about how Mrs. Loren is going to be doing PE now because she's a girl they have to let people know I think? I do t know I think that's silly." Alex could read... well at his level but he hadn't read the letter it looked long and boring. "Maybe you can go be the PE teacher! You're real strong!" Alex didn't know you needed special schooling go to be a teacher.

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Charles chuckled and got up and stood behind Alex "I think you might get sick of your papa if I was at school with you all day". He put his hands on his son's shoulders, gently stroking the blonde curls of the boys delicate nape, "Coach was touching those boys in a way they apparently didn't like" Charles said while tenderly massaging his boys shoulders "Now you need to tell papa if anyone touches you in a way you don't like buddy, I promise I wont get angry." Charles sat in the seat next to his son, and pulled Alex over onto his lap, his strong arms going around his slight boy. "Now I don't mean touching like hitting or kicking, but touching in your special places, like here" One of Charles' hands was where Alex's legs joined his torso, his arm around his body holding him securely to his hip. He then stroked his finger over Alex's shots covered bulge.

Charles couldn't believe what he was doing, but he had never been more turned on, his son's warm body wriggling in his lap "Feels good, huh?" he whispered in Alex's ear then tenderly kisses his cheek. Charles Knew he was standing on a line and decided to cross it "Remember, it's your body and your choice, it's OK to like touching like this if you want to do it" Charles then moved his palm to more directly rub over Alex's mini package. "Now just like school there's stupid rules about this too, they say it's bad for a boy to be touched like this, but I think your a big boy and can make your own decisions"

"Touching like this is a lot like kissing," Charles bent his head and gently kissed Alex on the mouth, pressing lips longer than a father and son should "...and hugging, the feeling is just more intense, so it's a great way to show you love and care for someone" Charles knew there was no turning back, but he was at peace with it. he loved his son and thought now he would just be adding a deeper physical aspect to it, and he knew he would be a better father if he wasn't so frustrated all the time. He was also pretty sure Alex was gay, the way his room and clothes had to be just so.

He felt Alex squirm more in his lap, but a glance at the clock showed the real reason, afternoon cartoons waited for no man. he let Alex slip of his lap and patted his butt as Alex rushed to the lounge "Good talk buddy, I will call you when dinner is ready!"

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Papa moved behind Alex and began to rub his shoulders. Alex's small frame tensed for a second, but then relaxed. He was about to say he wouldn't get tired of papa around if he was the PE teacher since Alex didn't really take PE classes, but the rubbing, It felt nice, distracting him; but all too soon it was over, as papa moved to sit in the chair again, though he did pull Alex from his seat into his lap. He was about to ask about the couch, and this touching. Papa began to explain about touching that he didn't like. Alex thought for a moment there was this girl that sat behind him that would flick him sometimes, he didn't like that at all, but papa explained that wasn't the kind of touching he was talking about... but Alex didn't like it. He looked to his papa confused, but the man began to explain. Papa showed Alex where the touching he was talking about, a shiver passing through his little body. Alex looked to the hand covering his touching his private place. He wriggled a bit, not really sure how it felt but able to tell it felt some kinda way.

Alex gave a weak confused nod when papa said he felt good. Maybe it did. It felt weird for sure. Papa explained that it was his body, and he could choose if he let someone touch him if it was nice. Was it nice feeling? Maybe, Alex still couldn't tell. Papa said that he was a big boy so he was allowed to make the choice if he liked it and wanted someone to do it. Well... if big boys liked this kinda stuff then of course it was something that Alex wanted. He wanted to be a big boy. He was already almost nine after all! So the rule seemed to be if you were a baby then you got told what you could allow, but if you were a big boy you could pick.

Papa shifted his head and came in for a kiss. Sometimes Alex and papa would kiss on the lips, but it was always a quick peck and nothing more, but this time papa's big soft lips stayed for a long long time. That gave Alex a lot to think about, but something real important was also coming to his mind. The most important thing ever. He was missing the new episode of Pokemon! Every day after school, Alex would watch cartoons before dinner and homework if he had it. This talk about touching and papa explaining kisses took up that time. Papa slipped Alex from his lap and told him he could leave.

Alex did just that rushing to turn the TV on. He caught the tail end of the intro theme then it went to commercials telling nerf guns. Alex only half paid attention though. Something papa had said stuck in his mind. Long kisses were a way to show more stronger feelings. But all he'd ever done with papa before was quick kisses. Did the fast kisses before mean papa didn't like him as much. Alex stood and walked to the kitchen. "Papa? Can I ask a question?" He asked, but pushed on before he got the canned 'you just asked one' response parents liked to give. "You said long kisses and hugs were ways to show in... int... incest love for someone." He said fumbling the word 'intense' very badly. "If we only had fast kisses and hugs before does that mean you didn't love me in... inc... in that super strong way." Alex hated fumbling big words or words he didn't know. There were always so many commercials that he had time to ask his question he was sure.

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Charles felt his dick lurch, and wet patch form, luckily hidden by the kitchen counter when Alex asked his question "Oh no buddy. I have always loved you in-tense-ly, remember how we talked about how some rules are stupid? one of those stupid rules says daddys and sons shouldn't show their love in intense ways like that. I'm going to follow your example buddy and not follow stupid rules anymore too, well as long as I'm not caught out, eh buddy?" Charles chuckled as he got a pizza, Alex's favorite out of the freezer and some oven fries, setting them to cook in the oven. "So get used to more long hugs and kisses sweetheart---now go watch your cartoon, papa's got some work to catch up in his office"

He waited till Alex was in the lounge before going to his office, his pants obscenely tented. He locked the door and sat at his computer, but the only work he was doing was looking through his photos of his son, lingering over pic's in undies and swimsuits, and the occasional cutesy nude nugget while stroking his thick nine inch erection. stroking his foreskin over his weeping cockhead Charles fantasized about his hands on his son's smooth soft body, pushing his fingers in the boys mouth, their sweat mixing together on each others skin, tasting the salty taste. He let out a low moan, picturing Alex's small soft hands on his thick heavy meat putting his tip against the boy's full pouty lips much like the Popsicle in a photo. he felt his nuts churn as he Imagined sinking his steely shaft into the white hot furnace between Alex's bubble buns, Imagining the tightness, His sweet boy begging, and he was cumming, shooting longer and harder than he had in years.

While it was a stretch to say it had been satisfying, it was the most release he had felt for along time, Charles thought as he cleaned up. Also there was no trace of post masturbation guilt, so he made up his mind. His son would become his sexual outlet. Charles knew it would take time, but his experiences so far had shown him it was worth it. he readjusted his clothes, and left the office, arriving in the kitchen just as the buzzer went off. Charles served up the dinner on the table and called "Alex, time for dinner!"

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Alex listened. That... made sense he guessed, but why did papa not always give him long hugs and kisses. Papa also corrected the word Alex messed up. inTense, with a 't' sound not a 'c' sound. He didn't even think incest was a word, but thankfully papa knew what he'd meant. Alex kinda did like the idea of longer hugs, maybe not so much longer kisses, but... if papa liked them then it was okay. Since mama left left last year Alex had decided he'd be the very best son he could be for papa. The man deserved it. Alex still loved his mama, he just... wished she'd done better. He'd seen her once since the split, and she did seem happy, but Alex just wished they could have been happy together. If papa wanted long hugs Alex would give them to him all the time. And as for kisses... eh... he wouldn't stop the kisses, so long as no one from school saw them.

Papa dismissed him, telling him to go to his cartoons. Alex gave a nod, and ran back, just in time to see the start of the episode proper, the announcer guy saying the title of the episode. Alex watched the screen engrossed in the show, unknown that he was the subject of anyone's thoughts a few rooms away.

Alex sang to the ending song half an hour later, before papa called out to him telling him it was dinner time. Alex stood from his sitting position on the floor and walked to the dinning room, rubbing his tummy. Alex tried to eat as little as possible at the school since the food was gross sometimes... most times. Besides he knew daddy was a good cook, or sometimes they'd even go out to dinner! "Ooh It's pizza? Thank you papa. I love pizza." He said with a grin. Of course the adult knew Alex loved pizza, it was like a rule that Alex had to say it every time he had pizza how much he loved it, so the grown up would remember and get him more.

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Charles ate with his son, hearing more minutiae about his day, fielding his questions, though now some of his inquiry's were decidedly lewder in nature, and he assured his son that because of ''stupid rules'' there would definitely be no long kisses where anyone from school could see. They finished up, and Charles washed while Alex washed and put way the dishes "*sniff sniff* something smells in here... smells of dirty boy!" Charles pounced on Alex, tickling him, using the confusion to get a little feel in "Time for a bath I think" Charles said swinging his son over his shoulder, carrying the squirming load to the bathroom.

Charles bent down and filled the large Jacuzzi tub, it heating almost instantly, turning around a flushed and giggly Alex had innocently stripped nude, a gasp escaping from Charles, It was truly breathtaking, his long slim limbs, flat and firm with soft curves in all the right places. How had he missed this for so long, just over four feet of pure sex right under his nose. Charles mouth went dry as his son stepped into the bath, offering a glimpse of his most secret spot nestled between two globes, the lads flesh raising in goose-flesh due to the temperature difference.

"A... Alex, hold up! I hadn't checked the temperature yet!" His son just giggled, easing to sit, knowing his father wasn't used to the new bath with its temperature control. Charles blushed then made a show of sniffing his armpit, It smelt like a man who had masturbated in the last hour. "Mmmm I'm pretty ripe too buddy mind if I join you, just like old times, plenty of room in there" Without waiting for an answer Charles stripped off, his erection back at full mast springing out and bobbing in front of him as he slid in sitting on the end opposite, his feet not quite reaching where Alex was either side of the slim lad.

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Alex ate and enjoyed his pizza and fries in between telling Papa everything he'd done that day pretty much from the time he'd been dropped off, til he got home. He had ran out of day by the time he'd finished. Alex liked when Papa listened. The boy knew that some adults thought kids like him had nothing to say, and maybe they didn't but papa listened to him just like he were a grown-up too.

Alex looked around when papa said something smelled, before he looked to the adult. "I don't smell!" He said defensively. But there was no point in trying to find a bath. Besides Alex liked baths a lot, especially in this newer house. It was a huge tub that he could almost swim in! It was like a hot tub. Alex helped clean up, before he turned to go to the bathroom, before he could move though papa picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. Alex giggled and squirmed like mad, though he wasn't actually trying to get away.

Papa started the water, and Alex stripped down without a thought. Papa and he were both boys, plus he was his papa. Alex stepped into the bath, it was a high bath, so he had to step real high to swing his leg in, in doing so, unknown to him, it showed his hidden places to a keen eye that had been watching. Papa warned him about the temperature, but Alex just giggled he liked warm baths, and eased into the water, with a little sigh. Some of the boys at school would brag about how long they could go without baths. That was so gross. Alex was always a clean kid though, from his room to his body, he was clean and organized.

Papa asked if he could join. Before Alex could answer the adult was naked too. It wasn't the first time he'd taken a bath with papa, they use to do it a lot when he was little. "I'm not a baby papa. I could take a bath like a big boy." He said, though he didn't protest too much. "But I guess it's okay because papa is stinky." He said sticking his little tongue out at the man.

Alex stood and reached for the bar of soap to start washing. "Do you think this new kinda bath could use bubble bath like the old one? I liked that a lot." He said before easing back down into the water and starting to scrub his thin arms.

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"This has something better Alex" Charles chuckled, turning on the jets, turning the tub into a rolling massage of bubbly hot water. The bubbles unfortunately obscured his son's body, its wetness making even more erotic than he thought possible, the suds tracing the lines and curves of Alex's body like so many strings of cum had his throbbing erection leaking a steady flow of pre-cum. Whats more, the boy hadn't even reacted to the sight of his dad in an aroused state when he got in! this boy was born to be his toy "Stinky eh?"

He jumped on the boy, beginning another tickle attack, his hands and fingers lingering in places they shouldn't, his nipples, the inside of his thighs, the wet tip of his rampant cock smearing trails of fluid across Alex's silky skin as the roughhoused. When his son began to show signs of having had enough he eased up, holding Alex's slight body in his strong hand, stoking his back, his hand straying down to his butt as he panted and calmed down.

"Love you, buddy" Grinned Charles as he leaned down and kissed his son, a long one, licking his boys lips as he disengaged, before flopping back to sit as his end, his thick cock in his hand, he began to stroke, not quite hidden by the churning water "If you want to get out and get your pj's on, we could watch a movie if you want since it's Friday, I wont be long here."

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Well... it was nice. But it didn't smell like bubble gum like the bubble bath soap. Still papa seemed proud of the bubble jet things so Alex wasn't going to say so.

Papa suddenly lunged at Alex and began to tickle Alex twisted and giggled like mad in the water as his papa's fingers danced all over his body. The fact that papa's wiener was hard and touching him was lost in the flurry of tickles and giggles.

Just when it was staring to be too much papa let up and allowed Alex, red faced, to pant to catch his breath while he rubbed down the boys back. Alex didn't move for a moment getting his breath before papa said he loved him and leaned in for a kiss. Like before it was strange... not bad strange... but still something to get use too. Papa kissed him a long time before pulling back with a lick to Alex's lips. Alex wipes his lips with the back of his hand. "Blehk you licked me papa." He said with a giggle. "But I love you too." He said with a bright grin. Papa began to wash himself at least that's what Alex thought... but he was washing one part very much. "Uh... y-yeah okay." He said his eyes watching his papa's arm moving. The bubbles kinda hid everything but it was pretty clear papa was washing his private parts... a lot. "I'll put my jammies on and pick a movie." Alex said climbing from the tub. Once more giving anyone was looking a very clear show.

Once out Alex dried himself and left the bathroom to let papa wash his private place in private. He walked into his room and put on his jammies. Despite the cold weather Alex loved his short jammies. Pokémon print shorts with a likewise printed shirt. The shorts and shirt was thin from age and just because they were suppose to be summer time jammies. They were also just a little bit tight because they were a few years old now. But they were his most favoritest still.

Dressed Alex padded into the living room to pick a movie. He didn't know if papa wanted to pay for a movie on the demand thingy or just a DVD. He figured it'd be good to have a DVD option if papa didn't want to rent a movie. Alex knee he wanted to see the newest Star Wars movie but if they couldn't rent that then he picked the newest one they owned a DVD for.


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Mara groaned as awareness slowly returned to her. She hurt all over, feeling as though she'd been wrestling in gym class or like she had when she'd fallen out of a tree when she was eight years old. She was lying on her front and the ground beneath her felt grainy and fine, like... sand, yes, she was lying on a beach. How did she get to the beach again? She shook her head and tried to open her eyes, lifting her head a little. The sunlight felt like a hammer to the brain and she quickly closed her eyes again, taking a few moments to compose herself before she opened her eyes once more.

It was a little easier the second time, and she raised a shaking hand up to shield her eyes. She could see the beach and the blue water of the sea as the surf crashed against the sand. The sun was beating down on her but she didn't feel sunburned... yes, she'd put on suntan lotion earlier, but why?

Then in a flash it all came back to her. They'd gone on a cruise with their aunt and uncle as well as a couple of family friends and there'd been a storm. The ship had been thrown about on the waves like a small child's toy and eventually the boat had capsized. She'd clung to a lifeboat but she'd lost her grip after a few moments and been swept away. Fortunately this island had been close and the waves had mercifully brought her here instead of driving her further out to sea.

Wait... was she the only one here? She staggered to her feet and looked around, not seeing anyone. She began to shake; was her brother dead? Was she stuck on this island all on her own? Was she going to die out here? For a moment she started to panic, but then she saw movement down the beach and turned toward it, eyes wide.

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Luca breathed in deeply as his consciousness began to return to him. This brought with it a flood of water into his mouth that he sputtered and gasped to get back out. He felt horrible. His entire body felt like it was on fire. He'd held tightly to Mara as the boat had been tossed like a cork on those massive waves. Held onto her still as they went into the lifeboat. Held onto her as that too had capsized. Then she'd been wripped from his arms, and it all had gone black. Now he was here, empty handed. 'Here' as it happened was in about a foot of water, which he managed to get out of on his hands and knees, sputtering the whole way. Standing up unsteadily, he raised his hand to rub his salt encrusted eyes. It stung, and his sight was bleary.

After a few more moments of orienting himself, he looked around. They were on an island? Not a huge one. Looking, he could see one end of the beach from either side. Still quite a distance. Maybe a mile wide? The sand gently sloped up into the trees. Heavily wooded. The water was clear, as was the sky. There was virtually no wreckage around him... and he'd lost his swim trunks. Totally gone. How, why, when? He didn't know the answer to any of those. But that was far from his mind. There was only ONE thing he was concerned with. Mara. She was gone. He'd made her wear a life vest... but his was gone as well... there was a chance that if he washed up here, she might be close by.

After a moment's consideration, he set out to the left, sun at his back. Easier to see that way, initially at least. He walked for a full ten minutes, only seeing drift wood and trees and sand. Then he saw a flash of orange. Though it hurt, he stumbled faster to get close. It was a life preserve, the cords ripped and frayed. That lazy bastard of an uncle. Though he'd tricked out the yacht with all the cool toys and electronics and refrigerators, he'd skimped on the safety equipment. Not a single working fire extinguisher on the boat, save for one used for the grill. If he saw him again... but Mara. MARA. Where was she? He kept walking.

Rounding a bend in the beach, the sand slowly cloaked in shadow as the sun shifted downwards, he would spot a small pure figure standing alone on the beach. His heart caught in his throat, and he started running. In moments he was upon her sweeping her up into his arms and pressing his sunburned face into her. He didn't babble, or say how sorry he was, or how glad he was to find her. That wasn't his way. But she would know, know how desperate and worried he had been. She'd be able to feel it in how he held her, so tenderly but hurried as well.

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It was Luca. He was naked, and bruised, and even had some cuts that would likely need tending to... but it was undeniably her older brother. Mara had been a surprise to her parents, coming several years after their son was born and becoming the baby of the family when he was already nine years old. Always he'd been her big brother; watching over her, teaching her things, and helping her understand the world around her as only a big brother could. For a moment, she'd thought she'd never hear his voice again, but now here he was, resurrected and standing before her. She ran barefoot across the warm sand toward him, a little clumsily at first as her sore muscles didn't want to work, but pushing through the discomfort and rushing toward him as quickly as she could.

Mara reached him soon after and when she did, she threw her arms around him, not minding that he was naked, or that his member was pressed against her small, barely-clothed body. None of that crossed her mind as inappropriate because this was her brother. "You're okay!" she cried, trying to hide the fact that she was starting to cry from relief. Even if the ship had been destroyed; even if everyone else aboard was dead; even if they were stuck on this island with no way off, at least they would be together. Someone would come along to rescue them eventually, right? This wasn't totally the middle of nowhere, people did pass through here. They just had to manage until then.

There was no sign of their aunt or uncle... or anyone else at the moment, and with the sun beating down on them she quickly decided it wouldn't be a good idea for them to stay out in the open much longer. "We should get into the shade for a bit and sit down," she said to him, recovering quickly. No more need be said right now about their accident, she was still reeling from it. "Umm... then maybe we should walk around the shore awhile and see if the boat washed up? There might be some supplies there... or other people."

That was right, there had been two other people on the boat besides their aunt and uncle, a man and a woman who'd been guests on board the yacht. Were they dead? Or were they also on the beach somewhere. Much as she liked being alone with her brother, she hoped the others were okay and that they were around here somewhere. It would be a relief to have more adults around to help after all.

Soon the two of them had withdrawn to the shade of the trees, at least for a moment. Later on they could wander around a bit more and look for survivors, but right now Mara just wanted to stay where she was and hold her brother tightly, not really even thinking that her presence and closeness might be giving the other some very un-brother-like thoughts.

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With her in his arms, the worry and tension that had propelled him forward like a clockwork soldier was beginning to unwind. Luca began to feel once more the crushing weight on weariness brought on by swimming for his life. His body had fought on for survival long after his mind had quit recording the memories in a desperate attempt to conserve energy. The cuts on his body, though minor and dried by salt from dried sea water would be a problem. Bruises colored his body like a mottled canvas. He was sure he had cracked a rib from the pain in his chest. At her suggestion they had moved into the shade, sitting with his back against one of the palm trees.

No words came from him. Instead, he kept one hand on her like an anchor. He would not lose her again. Not after just finding her. It took him a while to catch his breath and to recuperate, but in doing so his body chose to remind him of the other pains and needs as of yet not sated. In particular, he was thirsty. His throat was so dry that even if he'd had something he wanted to say, he wasn't sure anything more than a whisper would have come out. He had checked over her entire body as they sat there, no consideration to privacy as he'd pulled aside her swim suit. She didn't seem to have been injured. A bit battered, yes, but nowhere near what he had suffered. Likely thrown away from the debris when the life boat broke apart, ripped away from him.

Eventually he seemed satisfied, rising to his feet and insisting on carrying her piggy-back. He said little, but it would be clear from his demeanor that she shouldn't argue with this. He needed to know where she was at that moment, where she couldn't be pulled away again. He would head down the beach in the same direction he'd been going when he found her. The sun was across the island from them now. There was nothing but sand for a few hundred meters of walking. But eventually bits of debris began to pop up. A section of tarp was knotted around his waist to give some covering, secured with a length of life vest cord.

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The girl had gasped and giggled a little when her brother had started pulling off her swimsuit to check her body, fortunately leaving the cloth intact even in his haste to check her over and make sure that she was doing alright. It was strange, but when Luca touched her, even though Mara knew he was just making sure that she was alright, she felt a tingling in her groin, signifying that she was excited by his touch. Her mom had told her what that kind of tingly feeling meant but she'd never really experienced it before. It actually felt rather nice, being touched by her brother this way, but of course she knew he didn't really mean anything by it. He was just worried about her health, that was all.

Soon, her swimsuit was back in place and, despite her protests that her brother was hurt far worse than she was, she reluctantly accepted a piggyback ride so they could wander further down the beach. If they'd wound up here then probably the boat had too, but it might have been carried along further or sunk just offshore if there were rocks. Riding along with her brother, it was almost like they were beachcombing on vacation rather than looking for supplies from their wrecked ship. She was soon smiling, relaxed again and feeling safe with her brother. The time might come when she was afraid again, but for now the sun was high and they were together and not too badly hurt so panic wasn't necessary, at least until they knew what supplies they had.

They found the boat just around a cluster of palm trees where there was a little inlet. The ruined boat, battered by waves and now lying on its side, had washed up on shore just a little ways down from where they had, the girl almost sagging in relief when she saw it. Thank goodness... there would be food and water there, and hopefully it hadn't been ruined. Just as importantly, maybe there were other survivors! Her uncle had been a bit careless with his boat, but he'd been a nice man and she certainly didn't want him or her aunt to die, or the others too even though she didn't know them well.

When they reached the yacht she got down off her brother's back, stretching her legs a little and walking toward the boat. Just as she did, another figure was leaving it. The man was in his late thirties, tall and with a slight paunch. He wore a somewhat tattered, quite colorful, Hawaiian shirt and sported the beginnings of a sunburn on his forehead, below his receding blond hairline. Not her uncle, but one of his two guests. What was his name again? Roger? Rambo? Reggie, that was it. The man with the camera who'd been taking all the pictures. As they approached, he turned and saw them, a look of joy crossing his features as he put down the flat of water bottles he'd been carrying, speaking with a heavy British accent. "You're alive! I thought I was the only one here, and here the two of you are."

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When they found the boat, it struck Luca that the world seemed to have a sadistic sense of fate. Of course the first and perhaps only survivor they would meet was Reggie. Reggie was... in his late forties, maybe. Balding. Pasty. An overwhelming evident budge. His eyes were weak and watery, and tended to slide away if you stared at him for more than a couple of seconds. He'd heard something about how he'd made his money online. What exactly that entailed... he didn't know. He'd taken an immediate liking to Mara when they met, barely said hello to Luca. They'd barely been off the dock when the camera came out. He must have taken hundreds, thousands. Suspiciously few were of him, his wife, or Luca's aunt and uncle. None at all of Luca. But the camera always seemed to come out when Mara was around. She'd been in a bathing suit the whole time.

This combined with an air of sliminess that only Luca seemed to detect about him... well needless to say, Luca was not pleased to see him. But if that grease ball had survived, then someone else probably had. They'd not been in the life boat together. "Oh, hey Reggie," he replied, keeping close to Mara. "I was beginning to wonder myself if it was just us. Have you seen anyone else? I've walked at least halfway around the island from here, and it's just been Mara and you." He did an excellent job of keeping a poker face, turning his attention around the shipwreck to look for others, along with supplies.

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Mara had gotten off Luca's back when they saw the adult. She was glad someone else had survived, but Reggie did rather make her a little nervous for reasons she'd never quite been able to understand. He was a lot older and he tried to be jolly and friendly and he'd certainly never hurt her, but it was as if some instinct she had had told her that something just wasn't right about how the adult looked at her so, while she'd been friendly enough when they were in each other's company, she'd been careful to keep her distance. If they were going to be stuck on an island together though, she hoped he wouldn't be a problem. There weren't a lot of others around... maybe just the three of them... she didn't want to have to try and avoid him because he made her uncomfortable.

Reggie walked up to them, bending down a bit so that he was close to Mara. "You okay, Mara? Not hurt anywhere?" She shook her head and he nodded, pleased, and stood up so that he had backed off a little. "And you seem alright too, Luca, well that's good. I haven't seen anyone else from the wreck yet, but my wife's a tough old bird, I'm sure she'll be around here somewhere wondering where we are. Should we go search the rest of the island?"


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Birds chirped and the sky lightened as morning approached. In the topmost branches of a tree, a boy stirred. His backpack had been his pillow and his guitar case was slung over another nearby branch. Stirring, he groaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. It had been another hard night and he wished he dared seek the comforts of civilization in the form of a hostel, or found a bed and breakfast... but he didn't dare. A boy his age, in his condition, traveling alone without parents would only attract attention and questions would soon follow. He couldn't afford to wind up having to talk to the police, perhaps even be detained until they could ship him back home or to some state-sponsored institution. He had places to go and had no intention of letting others delay him, even if it meant a stiff neck from sleeping in a tree.

He knew he probably looked a sight, with a few leaves and twigs in his hair, and made a halfhearted attempt at making himself presentable, patting his hair down and straightening his clothes. He'd need new ones... would this school provide uniforms? Probably not, it didn't sound like that kind of school, but perhaps he'd at least be able to find a spot in the village to play and earn a little money. He was tired of fixing up clothes that should have been thrown away, or scrounging in used clothing bins.

Retrieving his backpack and guitar, Trent leaped from the tree and landed in a crouch. He was in a park on the mainland, but he wasn't far from the ocean. He could make it in an hour or two if he hurried. Less if he actually ran full-tilt, but he'd need to eat soon after... decisions, decisions... his mind made up, Trent reached into the pocket of his bag and took out a roll of candies, sticking them in his pocket. They were cheap and they'd keep his blood sugar up if he got tired. Read to go, he turned and ran in the direction of the docks, , letting the wind whip his hair.

He reached the docks around forty-five minutes later, and stopped, panting for breath, He'd skirted the village nearby so he wouldn't be seen... there were no laws against having special powers, but he didn't want to startle anyone. He was already tired and the cool breeze coming from the water refreshed him nicely. Nearby, a small ferry, just a motor boat with seats for a half-dozen people or so, was moored at the dock, ready to take any passengers out to the island where the school was. He'd been told that there was a small village on the island itself, around a half-hour walk from the school. Maybe he could even get breakfast there. Passage over on the ferry was cheap enough, but it still took most of his remaining cash. Trent stepped into the boat carefully and took a seat, waiting for any other passengers to come aboard before the boat departed.

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Victoria sighed as she road in her father's limo towards her destination. She felt like a bird in a cage, trapped with nowhere to go. Her attendant was in the seat across from her rattling off a list of things she needed to remember. Even though this whole trip was technically just set up to rid her father of a inconvenient social hindrance, namely her. She was to score perfect scores and represent her father to the most dignified manner possible all while doing everything she could to earn him political allies that could help improve his social standing. Victoria intended to do nothing to help her father. She wanted nothing from either of her parents in truth. Both of them were self serving social attention addicts with a need to be above everyone else. Victoria was relieved when the sight of the docks came into view. She was ready to be completely rid of this nuisance of a life.

Victoria got out of the vehicle in her new uniform and breathed in the fresh air. The smell of the water and the docks filled her being with hope. Her attendant busily got her bags and with a smile she said in a tone that was more of amusement than that of annoyance, "Oh do not bother, Charles, dear. Did you forget where I am going? I highly doubt that these good people are unaccustomed to children of 'special' upbringing. But don't worry. I promise it will not be too obvious for my poor father's sake." That last bit made her especially satisfied as it was probably the closest she was ever going to get to actually mouthing off at her father. She concentrated a bit and her bags lifted and came into her hands. Things were so convenient when she didn't actually need to do any lifting. All they arrangements had been made and Victoria stepped onto the boat and sighed. Finally, she was free of her father's annoying reach for at least a little while. She set her bags in the seat next to her and took in her surroundings. The ferry was simple, nothing too fancy. There was a boy sitting across from her. He seemed to be a poor sort, but if he was on this ferry then he must have gotten an invitation. "Good Day." She said politely, but after a moment of looking at the boy she just had to tell him. "You... umm... you have some... twigs in your hair." She was trying not to laugh as that wasn't polite, but Victoria couldn't help but let an amused smile cross her lips as she spoke.

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Trent looked up as someone else boarded the ferry. It was a girl, around his age or a bit younger and he smiled at her nervously. He hadn't had the chance to interact with a lot of girls in the last little while. Usually he was busy running, hiding, and even fighting so that hadn't left much time for socializing. It took him a moment to remember what to say in conversation, but he flushed when the girl said he still had twigs in his hair. He'd hoped he'd gotten them all, but it seemed he'd missed a couple. Quickly, he tried to comb them out with his fingers, dropping them over the side of the boat. "Umm... thanks," he said with a weak grin.

It seemed that no one else was coming aboard. The pilot of the boat untied it and got in, starting the engine and pulling away from the dock. Trent glanced back at the land, wondering how long he'd be away from the mainland for, and then looked back at the girl. "I'm Trent, what's your name?" he asked curiously. He'd seen her levitating her bags onto the boat, so clearly she had some sort of telekinesis ability... something along those lines anyway. It was a neat power, much more interesting than his. All his powers were good for was hurting people and getting places faster.

His stomach growled suddenly, reminding him that using his powers for long periods like that made him hungry. He popped a candy into his mouth and paused to offer the girl one. The ferry fare hadn't been expensive, but upon reviewing his funds he wondered if he wouldn't be better off waiting for food until he got to the school. At least they would probably feed him. "So... you're going to the school on the island, right? Have you ever been there before?" She could be a returning student. It was still a couple of days before the start of the new school year, so he wasn't sure.

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Victoria tried terribly not to giggle. Trent was a bit different from most other boys her age, but she supposed that came with the territory. "My name is Victoria. My father got me into this school. It is my first year. I have no clue what it is like." She watched the shore disappear. "To be perfectly honest I am glad to be rid of the mainland for a while. Father can be so stressful when he wants something..." her voice trailed a bit and then she refocused on Trent. "Well, I am surprised there is someone else going. I I am glad but the way my family talked it was like I was going to a place that nobody else could get into." She shifted in her seat laying her right leg across her left leg. She finally was starting to relax.

"So tell me something. Do you have anyone special that is going to miss you while you are gone? Like a mom or a girlfriend perhaps? I was told that I am not to write my father while away, not that I would anyways. But father made it clear I was not to contact him at all." Victoria realized that was probably not a school rule, but she was trying to make some kind of effort at a conversation. He was different than the boys she was use to seeing, but she couldn't help think he was cute in a rugged short of way. All the while the waves splashed against the boat but Victoria wasn't paying any attention to anything but Trent. She couldn't help but feel that it was nice to talk to someone that wasn't interested in money or political standing. "If you are hungry..." She reached into her bag and took out a snickers bar. "...you are welcome to this." She floated the bar to Trent with a happy smile against the warm sunshine.

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Trent nodded, concealing his disappointment at her answer. He'd hoped she might be able to fill him in on a few things when they were on their way over. Still, Victoria seemed really nice, pretty too, and he soon found himself relaxing in her presence as she spoke about the family she was leaving behind. It really sounded as though she didn't get along well with her father. That was too bad... Trent often missed his parents terribly. Sure, they'd quarreled sometimes, as family always did, but mostly he had good memories of them both. "It's not easy to get into, but they've got quite a few students all the same. Even if only one in fifty thousand get in... and I'm just tossing that number out randomly... that's still quite a few people. I was told there'd be a decent number of other students... but the brothers were kinda vague on the numbers."

They sat in silence for a few moments more, and Trent listened as she asked a question. He shifted nervously; usually when people were asking questions like this it was the police or some other authority figure trying to find out who he was or where he came from. He'd learned to be evasive when asked things like this, but now there was no reason to be. "I... don't think my parents know I'm here," he said after a moment. Maybe he'd finally be able to contact them and let them know he was alright. "I've been away from them awhile. No girlfriend... no friends, really, none I've seen for the past couple of years."

He shrugged at her expression. He'd been on his own for awhile now. Occasionally he'd befriended someone for short periods, but he'd never stayed in one place long enough to keep a friend for long, and eventually he'd stopped trying so hard. It hadn't been all bad, but he'd found himself seeking out human company in odd places at times.

The island was coming closer as they went, the boat cutting through the water easily. Trent's eyes drifted towards the island for a moment, but he turned back to Victoria when she offered him the snickers bar and his stomach suddenly growled loudly. "You sure?" he asked almost warily, but when she seemed willing to part with it, he nodded and took it gently. "Thank you," he said as he tore open the wrapper and started eating, devouring it in moments. It wasn't quite breakfast, but he felt much better after eating it.

The boat was pulling up to a dock moments later and Trent agilely hopped out, turning to offer Victoria his arm to help her exit the boat. The pilot didn't speak to them, just tied up his boat and headed for the nearby pub, likely in search of breakfast himself. The village was small, perhaps a couple of hundred people lived there, but there were local businesses and Trent picked out a couple of cafes and a few shops not far off. "Seems a lively little place," he remarked, nodding in the direction of the forest that he could catch glimpses of beyond the town. "There should be a path through the woods that leads right to the school."

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Victoria listened to Trent tell of his time away from his family. Perhaps she shouldn't, but in a sense Victoria was a bit envious of Trent being able to keep away from all the distractions a family brought, although she also realized that most families were not like her family. She watched him down the candy bar and with a smile said, "I'm glad you liked it Trent." As the island approached and the boat docked, a sense of enjoyment came over Victoria. She was finally here. She was finally on her own and she could FINALLY be away from all the stress that she had endured for years if for just a little while. When Trent stretched out his hand, Victoria gave a smile, "Thank you, kind sir." She took Trent's hand and stepped from the boat, using her powers to effortlessly move her bags behind her.

"Thank..." she had turned to the driver of the boat, but he was long sense gone. "...well I suppose he had somewhere to be more pressing." Victoria looked out into the village. "It's rather small isn't it? I suppose that is the best way for a school for special people like us to be." When Trent mentioned the woods and there being a path she shrugged, "I am fine with walking. I had assumed we would have an escort to the school, but I am not opposed to just finding our way there. Particularly, when I'm in the company of a gentleman." Victoria said it with an almost giddy tone. She was having fun for the first time in many months. She offered Trent her hand, "Of course if you are truly going to escort me you should probably hold my hand." She said with a playful wink, "That is unless you think that I have a case of the cooties." She giggled a bit, determined to enjoy the day even more than she already was. Maybe if she was lucky Trent could be her roommate and if not maybe she would get lucky and he would be in a room close to hers. It would be a shame for her not to be able to spend time with her new friend as her life tended to become very busy very quickly.

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"You're right, it is very small," Trent agreed once he'd helped Victoria out of the boat. "It feels exposed here... not enough people." Not enough places to hide was what he was really thinking, though he didn't say that out loud. Trent had developed a certain level of healthy paranoia over the years. Big cities had many dangers, but they were easy to hide in, to blend in with the sea of humanity and escape notice if someone was after you. Here, there just weren't enough people and both he and Victoria stuck out like sore thumbs. Fortunately, it was unlikely that anyone knew he was here yet and by the time they did he would be surrounded by other people with special powers, and others might hesitate to do him harm.

He flushed a bit when she called him a gentleman. Her compliment was encouraging, really, though he'd never thought of himself as one before. He was just a kid, and a runaway at that. Gentlemen were rich guys who tipped their hats to ladies and kissed their hands or whatever. How would Victoria react if he tried to kiss her hand? Probably not all that well... he needed a bath and a change of clothes, though not as badly as he might have. He'd always tried to stay as clean as he could, but when traveling some mess was unavoidable.

He opened his mouth to say he wasn't really a gentleman, but she was offering her hand and he took it before he realized he was doing so, feeling her warm hand in his. His backpack was slung over his back and he had his guitar case in the other hand. He chuckled awkwardly. "No, I never went through a 'girls have cooties' phase," he said with a laugh. "I'd be glad to escort you."

Hand in hand, they walked through the villagers. Several locals gazed at them in open fascination, especially at the suitcases moving behind them of their own accord. One old man was so surprised by what he'd seen that he almost fell off the bench he was sitting on and they had to pause a moment to make sure he was alright before he politely waved them on. Still, no one seemed upset or terrified, most seemed to react with surprise followed by fascination.

They soon left the village behind them and walked down a dirt road with trees on either side. The trees grew thicker and thicker around them and Trent could see signs of animal life everywhere. Mostly Trent just saw squirrels and birds, but occasionally he thought he glimpsed larger things moving further back. Still, the woods didn't feel threatening and sunlight streamed down from above as they walked down the forest path. Maybe he'd come back and explore here sometime, but he wasn't sure if Victoria would be interested. She seemed... like a proper lady, the sort who wouldn't go running around a forest, climbing trees and getting dirty. "This is a beautiful area... I think I'm going to like living here. I can hardly wait to take a closer look around when I've got time."

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Victoria walked along not really minding the people in the village. As they walked along the dirt road, Victoria couldn't help but notice that as the trees got thicker, so did the feel that they were in a place where nature's true beauty was shining. "Wow. I have never been someplace so natural before. Isn't is simply lovely?" She looked at all the animals and the trees almost enchanted by what she saw. Victoria had lived in the big city her entire life and what little nature she was allowed to see was the giant flower garden in her backyard. "Oh look! Its a bunny!" She almost jumped she was so excited to see the little bunny eating some grass nearby. She started to walk towards the little bunny before it went hopping into the woods. "I wonder if they have bunnies at the school?"

As they continued on, The trees became thicker and thicker as they moved further along the path and Victoria couldn't help but try and take in absolutely everything. As they kept going she would say, "Oh look there!" or "Isn't that amazing?" whenever they saw something that she had never seen. It seemed as if all the stress from her previous life was melting away. She looked over at a tall tree. "Sometimes I wish I was a bird. Then I could get to the top of that tree and see the world like they do. I bet it is really pretty up there. Maybe when I am better dressed you can show me how to climb it? I'd simply love to see the world from up there." She gave Trent a hopeful yet playful look.With a smile and sigh she gently tugged his hand forward, "Though I suppose we should actually make it to school before we start deciding what to do in our free time. Besides, the trees will be here when we get back."

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Victoria continued to surprise Trent as they walked through the woods. Her cooing over the cute animals was only to be expected... girls went for that kind of thing after all, though when Trent saw a rabbit, he saw lunch... but she seemed generally excited to be out in nature. To Trent, being out in nature was nothing special. He'd had to travel through a lot of areas between cities, through parks and forests and even mountains at times. When he'd started, a couple of years ago, it had all been fresh and new, but that had soon been replaced by the need to survive. Maybe now that he could just go out and enjoy himself in nature without having to live there, he could start to enjoy it again. "They might have rabbits at the school... it's possible."

It was her asking to learn to climb trees that surprised him. Funny... he'd just been thinking that she didn't seem the sort. Did she read minds or something like that? No, surely not. It had to be a coincidence. He smiled to himself at the thought and kept walking. "Sure, I'd love to teach you. It's not all that hard, you just have to start small and be careful... and wear the right clothes."

After all... if she went climbing in a skirt like that, then anyone nearby would be able to see her underwear. That briefly derailed Trent's train of thought, but he forced himself back on track. He quickly altered the subject just a little. "So... you can move things with your mind. Have you ever tried... moving yourself? Maybe you could learn to make yourself levitate one day, then you could fly around like the birds." It was an interesting thought, and one he would like to see, if only for the look of joy he was sure he would see on Victoria's face.

He nodded though when she mentioned that they should get to the school first. "Yeah, you're right about that. I want to meet the headmaster... I hear he's a wizard of some sort. Maybe he'll look kind of like Gandalf the Grey, or Dumbledore." He chuckled at the thought, suspecting that the headmaster would probably look nothing like either of those rather cliche wizard characters. "We should be careful if we come back here though. I think there might be bigger animals than squirrels and rabbits in this forest."

He wasn't sure why he felt that, but he'd seen things move a few times in the shadows that were fairly large. Wolf-size, maybe... or larger. Just how big was this island, anyway? He'd never even heard of it until recently. Wolves were extinct in England and had been for a long time, but... it was strange. He tore his eyes away from the trees and back to Victoria, gently squeezing her hand in reassurance.

"But I don't think anything will bother us. Most wild animals are scared of humans too." He reassured her gently and kept walking. He kept an eye open for signs of danger, but saw no threats nearby and soon relaxed and enjoyed the girl's company. They walked for maybe forty minutes through the woods as they kept a fairly slow pace, but in time the trees parted and they could see a pair of iron gates ahead of them. Beyond the gates, he could make out several buildings, the central one being a large manor house. They had reached the school.

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Victoria would love to learn how to climb tress. It was the exact opposite of what a refined young woman was suppose to do. "That sounds like fun! I have never climbed a tree before. You know my parents believed that 'frivolous pursuits' such as tree climbing was a sign of an uneducated person. Personally, I think they just don't have what it takes to have fun." She was enjoying the walk to campus and almost giggled when Trent asked if she could move things with her mind. "Oh, my powers are not anything so amazing as telepathy. I can manipulate the gravity of an object and its surroundings allowing it to seem almost weightless. In essence, they float and move with me. I'm not very good with them though. These bags are about the limit of what I can easily move. Things like people and cars, I'm not so good with."

She brushed the hair out of her eyes with her free hand. "I tried lifting myself one time. I managed to remove gravity from my feet and feel over onto the floor." As they continued she giggled again at his Dumblebdore and Gandolf reference. "If he is a wizard maybe that means we can learn how to make potions or fly on a broom playing Quidditch." She looked up and there it was. "Well they spared no expense did they?" She gazed at the school yard in awe. "This place... it is really nice is it not?" But there was one thing that slightly bothered her about it. "Is the gate open? With no body meeting us in town I was certain someone would be meeting us here? Do you think that we are early or perhaps a bit late?" She had hope that they had not been forgotten. Going back home was not something she wanted to even consider.

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Victoria's parents sounded pretty boring, though Trent was too polite to say that. Still, it sounded like she would be the last person to disagree with him. Trent listened as she explained her powers and chuckled at the reference to Quidditch. He hadn't had much chance to read in the last few years, but he'd manage to scavenge a few damaged books from bins in the back of stores and used them to alleviate the boredom of travel. He wondered if the school had a library.

Trent scratched his head as Victoria spoke. "I don't think so... I think I was told we're a couple of days early, actually. That might be it... that's why no one's here, they weren't expecting us just yet... or perhaps they're waiting for us to come and introduce ourselves. The headmaster's office is probably in the main building, that's a good place to start I think."

He stepped forward and pushed the gate open, strolling onto the grounds. They came out in a courtyard with flower gardens and a fountain in the middle. There were a few students wandering the grounds who, like them, had arrived early. Some of these looked up at the newcomers, but most simply continued doing whatever they were doing. Some read on benches by the fountain, others were tending the flower beds. The grounds had many large trees for shade and a large field behind the school offered a place for sports and recreation. Other than the mansion, there were two other buildings, more modern than the first, on either side. "Well, I don't think we're unwelcome. Only one way to find out what to do."

Trent called to one of the students by the fountain. The boy had blonde hair and appeared to be wearing an odd white cloak of some kind, though it was hard to see from that angle. "Hey... HEY! Do you know where we can find the headmaster?"

The other boy at first did not appear to have heard, but then, with a look of profound irritation, he got to his feet and spread his wings. His white... feathery... wings. Light seemed to shine on him from above and he spoke in a voice that sounded too deep and serious for a boy who didn't look more than thirteen years old. "You were addressing me, mortal?"

Trent gulped.


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Khaleb didn't answer; instead, as he felt the other's grip falter, he pulled himself free and fell hard on his butt onto the hard stone floor. Grimacing and yelping softly from the pain, he rolled to to the side. The dark change that came over the older teen and accompanied the angered hiss frightened him more than the dagger in the assassin's hand.

And in truth, he did want to live, though he couldn't pinpoint why. It wasn't as if he had much to live for. He was an orphan and a beggar, living from one meal to the next. Ever since Dar'Ba had left him, Khaleb had no one to look after him, aside from Corpulus, though the man had only cared about Khaleb for the money the boy could bring in. But now even he was dead.

Yet, Khaleb didn't want to die. Perhaps it was just fear of the unknown, or fear that the 'Nine Divines' he had heard about were actually real... what if when he died he would have to answer to them for all of the things he had stolen?

"I do... I want to live..." he finally admitted, breaking down as a sob overtook him, causing his vision to blur with tears and his shoulders to shake.

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Sven barely reacted as he felt the other boy's smooth arms slipping out of his grasp. He stared blankly ahead, not at Khaleb, but through him at the wall behind. He sank forward on his knees, the air around him suddenly taking on it's own qualities, oppressing and constricting him, as his breaths tightened. Flashes of blackness began to envelop his vision.

Then something pulled him together, as if a hand had reached down from Aetherius and gently touched him. His focus returned, and the room began to feel right once more as his breathing steadied---but something was different---his resolve was back, but it was changed somehow. Sven frowned slightly, calm but slightly uncertain.

The boy ahead was sitting on the floor, and sobbing, his shoulders shaking in spasmodic fashion. Sven's heart sank. He felt increasingly protective toward the young boy, a sign, he knew, that his training was failing him.

He said quietly, leaning in slightly. "OK. Do you think you can help me escape the city? After that I promise I'll let you go, and you won't see me again." Sven's voice was sincere, he figured he would make up a story as to why there was no body, although he was not looking forward to returning to the Brotherhood.

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Khaleb squinted up at the older boy through his tears, wiping a the back of his hand across his eyes. "Y-you... won't kill me?" he managed through a sob. The change that had overcome Khaleb's would be attacker was sudden and confusing and it made the boy uncomfortable. Of course, there was no reason for Khaleb to trust him, to believe that this was anything more than the assassin trying to be led safely out of the city so that he could perform the execution away from the watchful eye of the Solitude guards. "How... how do I know... you won't just k-kill me when we're out of the city?"

Khaleb coughed softly and wiped his eyes again. And then he squinted down at the ground. He had never been outside of Solitude, especially not on his own, but the idea of leaving the city was appetizing to him. His life was boring, and uncertain, and repetitive. Perhaps out of the city it would still be uncertain, but at least it would be more exciting. He'd be able to see new things and go to new places.

And yet... how would he survive outside of the city on his own? He was barely surviving inside the city, where there were plenty of people to pickpocket and lots of prepared food to take. Outside of the city, he'd have to fend for himself against wild, dangerous things, like wolves and bears.

The boy continued to consider these things as he awaited a response from the teen, trying to decide whether or not to trust the boy who had so recently been trying to kill him outright.

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Sven glanced down, thinking. _The boy's question was a good one._ He watched Khaleb cast his eyes downwards.

He began to explain, as if it were a natural thing. "Someone put a price on Corpulus' life, and you as well. It was just my job to take those lives. Else someone else would have." _Or might still,_ but he didn't say it.

He reasoned out his thoughts, as he spoke them. "I don't want to kill you Khaleb... and I don't have to. No one knows what you look like, so I'll just say I killed you, then your body was eaten by skeevers." He almost regretted the words as he said them, fearing they might sound like a threat. He reached out his left hand once more, gently placing his fingers over Khaleb's hand.

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Khaleb frowned and shivered at that last part. _Eaten by skeevers!? I don't want to be eaten by skeevers!_ The young boy tensed up as Sven reached out and placed a hand on top of his, and his eyes remained glued to the contact. "Why don't you want to kill me? I don't believe you! If it's your job... how can I trust you? You're just saying that!" He was starting to lose his cool again... as if he had ever found it.

"Just... if you don't want to kill me, leave me alone! Go away! I won't tell anyone, I promise!" He swallowed and breathed hard and fast, biting his lip and then looking up at the other's face. After a short pause, he repeated his first question. "Why don't you want to kill me?" His defiant gaze faltered a little and his voice shook---not because he was in any way upset that the older boy was asserting that he wasn't going to kill him, but because of the mixed signals. He was confused and didn't know if he could trust the other or not.

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Sven scowled. His frustration was building, and he pulled his hand away. He spoke in an agitated voice. "You don't get it, do you? This isn't about trust. There are guards in the sewers, and they'll be closing in. Show me how I can get out, and you live. Refuse, and I'll do what I should have done a couple of minutes ago."

Suddenly, Sven froze, as a shout sounded out from the tunnel behind him, and the distinctive sounds of a man running in chainmail. "Too late," he hissed in fury, drawing his dagger. He glanced at the boy on the ground, weighing up his options for an instant, but turned around to face the threat instead.

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Khaleb shrank away as the teen's previously softened demeanor once again changed to a harsher tone. As the shout echoed through the stone tunnel walls, the boy's gaze darted to the doorway and then to the assassin's hand as it drew the dagger again. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the older boy standing over him with a raised dagger, but he sighed with relief as the other turned toward the door.

Standing shakily, Khaleb stood so that the older boy was between him and the door. Now that a guard was down there he had a choice to make: turn in his attacker but likely get in trouble himself with the guards, or join the teenager in either evading or attacking the guard. With a groan of desperation, Khaleb made a split second decision and darted past the older boy, who was no longer paying attention to him. But rather than running out into the hallway, Khaleb quickly moved past the door to place himself with his back against the wall. This way, when the guard entered, he wouldn't see him hiding, which would give him an advantage in a fight.

Biting his lip, the young boy looked at the teen with an expression of uncertainty. But the guard was too close. It was too late to run.

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Sven took in a sharp intake of breath as he saw Khaleb darting past, but a faint smile crossed his face as he saw Khaleb was not moving toward the tunnel, but instead was pressing himself up against the wall, maybe outside the field of vision of anyone entering. Sven met the boy's uncertain gaze, and nodded slightly, and then shuffled over slightly to the other direction, still eyeing the tunnel, as the moving torchlight within grew brighter, knowing that he himself had probably already been spotted.

The guard emerged, illuminated by the moving torchlight. He was about six foot three, broad shouldered, wearing chain mail, and wielding a massive mace and shield. His steel helm was open, revealing a scowling face, and a thick red beard. Staying within the entryway, he glanced in Sven's direction, warily, then began chuckling, clearly unimpressed by the youthful assassin. He called out, "You there! Boy! Surrender now, if you don't want this shoved up your nethers." flourishing the heavy iron mace in Sven's direction.

Sven sucked in some saliva, then spat at the guard. "You worthless worm. You just wave that around because you can't get your cock up." As an expression of outrage crossed the guard's face, Sven charged, raising his dagger at the guard's face. He anticipated the guard's next movement---the man raised his shield protectively, and rather than pointlessly making contact, Sven pulled his arm back. The guard's face screwed up as he mustered his strength, then swung the brutish weapon at Sven, who was already shifting his weight to evade the shattering blow, and the teen agilely leaped backwards. The guard puffed a couple of times, and then growled, "You filthy whore hole. You're going to die slowly, for that," while advancing, trying to corner Sven.

Sven edged backwards, then leaped quickly to his right as another fearsome swing came in his direction. _Half an inch, and I would have to beg on the streets, with a crippled arm..._ he thought, as he desperately searched for an angle he could exploit. The man was cagey and skilled, and Sven couldn't see a way to get past his defenses, without leaving himself impossibly vulnerable. He glanced at the man, and couldn't hide the fear in his own eyes, as his attacker skillfully maneuvered him against the wall.

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Khaleb froze up as the guard entered and the two of began combat. One of the swings of the guard's mace even came close enough to draw a gasp from the young boy that he barely stifled behind a hand. Swallowing, he watched as the battle continued, unable to force himself to move. He bit the inside of his lip softly and kept himself pressed with his back against the stone wall.

It quickly became clear that the guard was no one to be trifled with, and would likely be able to be beat the teenager if the fight went on too much longer. Khaleb knew he had to do something to turn things in their favor. His eyes began to roam the room, looking for anything he could use as a projectile or a weapon. Finally, he noticed a book lying on a table a few feet away. While not particularly heavy or thick, it would at least provide some distraction during which the teen would hopefully be able to do something to disarm or otherwise incapacitate the guard.

Khaleb lifted the book in both hands and raised it over his head, giving a boyish grunt as he threw it with all his strength at the man. The guard grunted in surprise and turned, his eyes narrowing as they focused on Khaleb, who shrunk back and began to back away slowly.

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Sven saw a look of triumph pass over the man's eyes, and swallowed, awaiting the next blow, that would likely shatter his ribcage, or his skull---he had no place left to dodge. However, on the other side of the room, he saw Khaleb pick up an object, and hurl it at the massive man. The guard grunted and turned his head, distracted for a second, and that was all the time that Sven needed.

Sven spotted a gap, just where the guard's shirt had lifted slightly, and like a striking snake, he plunged his dagger into the guard's lower body, using all his force as he punched through flesh and fat, and with an instant twist, sinking the knife into the guard's kidney, then yanking it out just as fast. The guard screamed in pain and staggered momentarily, then flailed his mace around blindly behind him. Sven attempted to dodge, but moved too late after he had pulled out his dagger---the weapon crashed into his side, and he cried out in pain, although the impact was not nearly as forceful as the guard's earlier swings would have been, his side began to throb in agony.

The guard turned back to Sven, his eyes revealing his fury and fear. He tried to lift his mace for another swing, but his strength was beginning to fail. He dropped his shield and placed his second hand on his mace, roaring as he exerted himself, to lift it with both hands. He did this, raising it over his head, but then staggered backwards, his balance failing him. Sven reached up, ignoring the pain as he did so, and surgically cut the guard's throat. The man's last scream turned into a gurgle as he crashed to the ground, then lay still.

Sven breathed in and out, wincing in pain, as he turned to Khaleb, his eyes wide. As he cleaned his blade on the man's discarded shield, he spoke with a hesitating voice, still looking at the young boy. "You could have just run, you know. But... thank you." He didn't know what else to say to the boy who had just risked his life for his would-be assassin.

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Khaleb stared, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, at the guard who now lay dead on the ground, his throat slit cleanly. The boy's jaw twitched as he tried to react but all that came of it was a slow expulsion of air through his open mouth. His body trembled from the slowly depleting rush of adrenaline that had allowed him to throw the book in a surprisingly successful attempt at saving the other boy.

His eyes suddenly snapped to the assassin as he started to take labored, deep breaths and backed against the wall again to slump down against it. "H... he's..." he finally managed to say. "...dead!?" The thought made him sick to his stomach. He had never actually seen a dead person before; living in the sewers meant very little human contact beyond what he had to have when stealing to survive. He had definitely never watched someone die... especially not in such a violent manner, and it was weighing heavily on him now. Clutching his arms to his stomach, he sat bent forward with his back to the wall, watched the teenager with a pained expression. "Y... you k-killed him!?"

A sudden gag caused his body to convulse as he turned away from the older boy. As second retch resulted in the emptying of his stomach onto the cold, stone floor next to him. He squeezed his eyes shut and spit, his shoulders heaving with each labored breath. The last thing the teenager said finally sunk in as he sat there: _Why didn't I just run?_ The assassin was there on a mission to kill him, so it would have made plenty of sense for him to have tried to slip away at the very second the teen became occupied with fighting the guard.

_He would have died though... if I had left. If I hadn't thrown the book..._ he considered. _But if he was trying to kill me, why do I care if he gets killed first?_ Khaleb slumped back against the wall, no longer able to throw up anything else. _You're not a killer, though,_ he reminded himself. _Leaving him to die isn't much different than landing the killing blow yourself._

The young boy glanced back over at the teen and spoke up, though his throat was raspy and he had to cough to clear it. "I... I'll help you leave the city if you promise not to hurt me afterwards."

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Sven glanced once at the unmoving corpse on the floor, as Khaleb struggled to get the words out, "He's... dead?" The boy, obviously distressed, then turned away from the grotesque scene, and began to throw up, his body convulsing as he did so.

Sven felt nauseous himself, but it was not just the gore, but also the situation he found himself in. He knew his contract had failed, and that he would be dead now, if not for what this boy had done. The thoughts chilled him, making him feel alone and vulnerable. He sheathed his dagger, and began to walk across to Khaleb, but a jolt of pain shot through him as he did so, too quickly. Sven placed a hand on the side of his leather armour, and felt the sensation of some wetness against his skin, but not enough that the loss of blood would weaken him. He continued, at a more measured pace.

Khaleb glanced back at him. "I'll help you leave the city if you promise not to hurt me afterwards."

Sven felt a bit crushed, and he felt his eyes glazing over very slightly. He choked on the words slightly. "I can't... I won't hurt you, Khaleb. That contract's over now whatever happens." He breathed a couple of times, trying to recompose himself. "My name's Sven, by the way. More guards will come looking for that guy soon---we need to move." He looked over to the tunnel for just an instant, and was comforted to see it was dark, but the sense of urgency was paramount in his mind. He glanced back at the boy, who was still looking at him, with anxiety in his eyes. On an irresistible impulse, as much to comfort himself as anything, he threw out his arms, and gently wrapped up Khaleb's upper body. "I owe you. I'm not forgetting that." Through a hole in the soft cotton shirt Khaleb was wearing, Sven's hand brushed a section of smooth skin on the boy's chest, and he held it there, feeling an odd sensation, a desire almost. He squeezed gently, for just a second, instinctively closing his eyes as he did so, then pulled back, before awkwardly turning back toward the door.

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Khaleb listened to the older boy's words as he gave a couple of short coughs and once again wiped at his mouth, grimacing at the taste of sick that remained on his tongue. He suddenly realized that the boy named Sven was lifting him up, and he turned so that his back was to the older boy's chest, tensing up at the sudden display of... almost affection, or at the very least comfort. He noticed the feeling of Sven's fingers on his chest through the hole in his shirt, but any sensual tension was lost on the boy, who instead was experiencing a wave of conflicting emotion.

For one, he wasn't entirely comfortable with being hugged by his would-be killer. It made him shiver a little bit and it confused him. Why had Sven come to kill him but was now not going to do so, and was instead embracing him? Then again, on the other hand, he couldn't remember the last time he had been touched in an caring manner; his parents had died when he was young, and though Dar'ba had watched out for him, there had never been any affection. So the young boy, though tense and uneasy, allowed himself to lean backward into the hug, momentarily resting the back of his head against Sven's chest.

Suddenly, though, Sven squeezed his fingers against Khaleb's skin, and the young boy gave a start at the unexpected movement. Sven was already turning back toward the door, letting him go in the process, and Khaleb bit his lip as he followed suit.

"Okay, I think we can get out if we go this way," finally said in a soft voice, pointing in the direction in which they had been heading previously. "Follow me." With a glance over his shoulder, he nodded and started out the door, though granted he moved much more slowly now that he didn't feel the same sense of urgency---that and he was starting to feel exhausted from all of the events of the night.

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Sven felt his cheeks begin to flush slightly, as Khaleb leaned his head back against his chest. His half-mature penis began to stiffen, the pressure of the blood drawing it out to it's five inch length, and while he was slightly embarassed to have such a reaction from the close contact with the boy, the feeling actually distracted from some of the pain he was feeling in his side, and he was almost grateful for that. He stepped back, the erection tenting up slightly against the front of his trousers, as it throbbed waiting for the teenager's youthful hand to help it out---and turned around, hoping it wasn't obvious---he would deal with it later.

Khaleb had seemingly not noticed anything odd, and was already walking toward the door alongside, and just ahead of him. The boy turned back toward Sven, saying "I think we can get out if we go this way", gesturing in a direction. Sven met his glance, and nodded, as Khaleb said, "Follow me."

Sven didn't have much choice but to trust the boy knew where he was going, nevertheless he did pick up the guard's dropped torch. He might drop it later, he considered. He followed behind as Khaleb began moving into the tunnels, at a casual pace. _I'd hurry him up but can't move fast myself..._ he thought to himself, ruefully.

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The slapping of the young thief's bare feet on the damp, rough, stone tunnel floor and the boys' heavy breathing were the only sounds to be heard as they pressed on through the relative darkness, aided only by flickering yellow light of the torch in Sven's hand, which threw long, dancing shadows onto the floor in front of Khaleb. He had never been this far away from his room, having never needed to come to this portion of the sewers. He paused momentarily at a ladder leading up to a wooden exit, but shook his head and kept going. They needed a way out of the city directly from the sewer, not a way back into it.

The growing hiss of flowing water ahead made Khaleb's ears perk up some; moving water meant there was likely an exit nearby, likely out to the sea. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder to nod once silently at a Sven and then pressed on toward the noise, which was still a good ways off.

A sudden squeak from up ahead made him freeze in his tracks, a chill running down his spine. Skeevers. He hadn't even considered that they would be prowling the less-traveled portions of the sewers. He rarely ever even saw one, much less had to fight any off, back by his room. And he was without a weapon, so he would have to rely on Sven to keep him safe. Doubt started creeping into his mind at this thought; he remembered the older boy threatening to kill him and leave him to the Skeevers. Was this all part of his plan?

Slowly, Khaleb began to move forward, his eyes frantically roaming from side to side in search of any movement. Several times, the flickering of the torchlight caused him to tense up. Suddenly, the outline of a single Skeever could be seen ahead, on the edge of the torch's reach, and Khaleb gave a quick yelp of fright, leaping back and bumping into Sven in the process.

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Sven followed the small boy cautiously through the dark tunnels, watching his footing as he did so on the damp stone. He wondered if he should say something, but for the moment Khaleb seemed to know where he was going with relative confidence, and there wasn't much he could add as they proceeded, slowly but steadily.

As they continued, not having much else to say or think about, Sven's mind began to grow anxious. What would he do with the young boy? He had given his word and would not betray it---but if he left the boy in the sewers, the guards would surely find him sooner, and they would extract information about Sven, whether or not Khaleb would try to resist---which would filter back to the Dark Brotherhood. Unpleasant thoughts came to him as to how the unprotected boy might be treated if captured, and as a sick feeling began to rise in his stomach, he tried to snap out of his musings and come back to the present. As the sound of water ahead began to grow louder, he saw Khaleb glance back at him and nod. Sven, with his face expressionless, met Khaleb's eyes, and nodded also, before the boy turned his head and continued on, then stopped abruptly.

The unmistakable squeak of a skeever pierced the still air, and Sven paused behind Khaleb. He weighed it up briefly in his head---even with his movement inhibited on one side, he figured he could dispatch one with ease if it was roaming alone. More than two could be a threat though. The boy in front of him began to move forward, more cautiously, glancing around in obvious fear.

Out of the darkness the shape of a skeever emerged, pausing as it eyed the two youths. Sven heard Khaleb emit a quick yelp, as the boy leapt back his light frame bumped against Sven's body. Sven winced in pain as his wound was jarred, but just put his right hand on Khaleb's shoulder for a second, saying quietly... "It's OK Khaleb---just one... if it attacks, I'll kill it quickly." The skeever sniffed the air, a hungry look appearing in it's eyes. Sven drew his dagger out of it's sheath with his left hand, transferring his torch to his right.

The animal hissed in obvious fear as Sven drew his weapon, then backed away. The two boys paused for a few seconds, as they heard more squeaking ahead of them---then two more shapes emerged to join the first one. Sven hissed in frustration. "Take the torch, Khaleb---they don't like fire.", he said in an urgent tone, as he watched the small but aggressive beasts approach, either side looking for an opening.