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chronicles of eden - act I
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carry it all the way. There are those out there that can join us in our survival, maybe even help us live better lives in this world. I won't just sit here and do nothing to help my race," he said proudly.
    "Very well, we will have the gatekeeper near the plains open the way for you when you are ready to depart. I expect we won't see you again," a councilwoman said.
    "I will give you this, you are brave. However it doesn't hide your foolishness," another said simply. Daniel nodded then bowed to the council as Triska watched him with worried eyes. Her mother looked at Daniel with a dull gaze then shook her head.
    ‘Such a waste of a life, however there is no reasoning with this one. I feel a small amount of pity for you, lad, may your end be swift and painless out there.'
    *****
    Inside his home Daniel was gathering his gear into a backpack, the brown leather carrying bag being filled with essentials from his home. Food that was wrapped in cloth, with bread, vegetables, fruits, and some freshly cut meat, a change of clothing, as well as a rollout sleeping mat that was secured to the bottom of the backpack. After putting away a few other items he glanced to the table. There was a small dagger he had since he was all alone, the boy having never really used it for anything. He smiled softly then took the blade, and sheathed it then placed it inside his outer shirt in a pocket. It may not do much against a monster, or even a human, but it was all he had for protection. As he finished packing other items for his journey the front door opened. He looked over to see Triska walking in and setting down a large leather duffel bag as she eyed him with an annoyed expression. On her back she had a sheathed sword that was strapped behind at an angle.
    "Alright, let's get going then. We have a long way to go, and need to find a decent place to set up camp when it starts to get dark," she said firmly as she checked her dagger at her hip. She reached back and slightly extended her sword out to examine it with a careful eye. It was of solid steel and polished nicely, the fine blade having an angled hilt and black grip. Normally a weapon of that quality would be expensive to obtain, however being the daughter of the chief had its benefits. She sheathed the blade then looked to her friend who was staring at her with surprise.
    "What? We? What are you talking about, Triska?" he asked. The girl marched up to him and leaned in close to his face with a slight scowl.
    "What does it look like? I'm going with you to keep you alive out there," she said sternly.
    "Going with me?" he stuttered.
    "Yes. Going with you. You won't last a day out there without somebody watching your back," Triska said firmly. She looked to the window then back to him as she crossed her arms before her.
    "Actually, I don't think you would even last an hour. Thirty minutes tops," she said flatly. Daniel sighed at that comment.
    "Hey, I'm not that helpless you know. And I do have protection, I have my own weapon, remember?" he said as he held out his shirt to show the dagger sheathed inside. Triska scoffed then quickly unsheathed her sword, whipping the blade around to Daniel’s throat. The sound of the metal ringing from the maneuver echoed out as Daniel fell silent.
    "You call that a weapon? This is a weapon, and I'm far more skilled with using it than you are using that little knife," she said proudly. He looked at the sword with wide eyes while trembling slightly.
    "But…" he said weakly.
    "No buts!" she yelled as she moved forward, the boy backing up nervously against a wall. She held the blade to his throat as she narrowed her eyes at him.
    "I'm not going to just let you go out there alone and get raped and killed, no way!" she shouted out.
    "I'm not going to be… Triska, could you please put that away?" he said looking at the blade with nervous eyes.
    "You're not a fighter, you're a thinker; a thinker who would be taken away without any problem from the weakest of
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