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Janine wanderd through this new town (if its not clear, its the same place the others are in), eyes and ears open. The little information she had gatherd wirlled around her head. She felt her medallian safe aginst her heart, hidden under her dress. She cluched her cloak around her to reasure herself. Finaly, she reached the door she sought, a little two story house in the town square. Gulping, she, knocked. The door was opend by an elderly woman with kind eyes.
"Mrs...Dell?" Janine asked uncertinly.
"Yes?" the woman asked, looking at Jane curiously.
"I'm Janine. Weve never met, but i heard you lived here. I'm your son Stefen's daughter."
Mrs. Dell gasped. "Well, i thought this day would never come." she said in a quavering voice, and glanced around the street hurridly. "Well, come in my dear, come in quickly." Jane was usherd in the house. It was a plain and simple wood dwelling, a regular phesents home. It reminded Jane alot of the apothacary shop at home...only the walls were not coverd with haning dried herbs. With a pang, she had to remind herself that that was not her home anymore.
Mrs. Dell handed Jane some bitter smelling tea in a clay mug. Jane drank, eager to be refreshed. When she set her mug down, Mrs. Dell asked, "Well what is it, what have you been sent here for? I hope you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble." Mrs. Dell crossed her arms.
"Well...no ma'am, not exactly, you see..."
"Amy," Mrs. Dell intruped, "Call me Amy."
"Well you see Amy..." Jane clasped her hands in her lap and looked down at them. "My-my village was destroid. I don't know by what, but i was sent to look for answers. My mother is dead." Jane looked up. Her lip quaverd, but her voice was steady. "So i- came for answers i guess. You are my only family, now."
"Ah." Amy Bell answerd, clasping her own hands. She suddenly rose from her seat and went to look at a picture on the wall. It was drawn with much skill, portraying a middle aged man, and a younger man that could be his double. "Stefen was like his father. Richerd was alwasy getting into trouble. He told me it was trouble that always found him. Anyway, i told him it would be the death of him, and it was." the old woman said curtly.
"I'm sorry." Jane said during the awkard pause. Amy Dell turned around with a jerky motion.
"Anyway, it seems like youve inhearted the family trait of trouble."
"I - i'm sorry.." Jane falterd.
"Oh, no need to fuss about it, child. Drink you tea." Mrs. Dell orderd. Jane swallowed another gulp. Mrs. Dell sat down again. "Anyway, child, what is it you wanted to ask?" she asked gruffly, but not unkidly.
"I'm not sure exactly...there is so much unanswerd, and all i have is vauge questions. I guess i have one...well, my mother gave me this strange medallian, before she died, and..."
"SHHHH!" Mrs. Dell suddenly jumped up, hushing a bewilderd Jane. The old woman stiffly bussled about the house, closing the window curtans, and bolting the door. "Well why didn't you say so in the first place, girl! Don't go about mumbeling about important things like that: my GOODNESS, this is more serious than i thought."
Jane leand forward, eagerly. "What is it?"
"Something VERY serious, -now don't go showing it to me, keep the thing hidden under your shirt, that's a good girl. NEVER let ANY one see that, you understand?"
"But Why? What is it? What's going on?"
"Questions questions, so many questions. Children these days. Can't you give an old lady some peace?!" Mrs. Dell's voice had risen to a shirll tone. Ironicly, Janine tapped the place where her medallian was hidden and placed a finger to her lips, reminded Mrs. Dell that it had been her rule to be quiet. Mrs Dell shut her lips the next second, and mutterd,
"What a little know it all..."
Jane's mind wirrled with questions. It seemed she was getting to something after all. This must be important. "Please, Amy," Jane said gently, "it's important that you tell me what the medallian is about." Amy started to fuss, but Jane plunged on firmly ,"My mother wouldn't have given it to me otherwise: Please, grandmother," the word caught the old woman off gaurd, and Janine could tell it sofend her, "Plese tell me. Before i get into any more trouble."
Amy Dell sighed. "Very well, but it is not pleasent, let me tell you. You'd better get comfortalble." Jane curlled up with her mug of tea and got comfortalbe.
>to be continued<
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