Dragon Clan #1: Camilla's Story by Clary LeRoy

Author:Clary, LeRoy [Clary, LeRoy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: LeRoy Clary
Published: 2015-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Camilla trudged along the King’s Road side-by-side with Brix, her pace slower than brisk. Her chest barely hurt this morning, so the rib was mending very fast, or maybe it was just a sprain and healing well. The staff seemed to help her walk, as long as she swung it in the correct rhythm to match her stride. The insight brought her attention back to Robin. This was probably why the washerwoman insisted she carried the staff on the trip. Her body would learn as she became stronger, and eventually, it would feel natural in her hands.

She altered the swing of the staff and varied her grip. Camilla nodded to herself in satisfaction. Maybe Robin knew something, after all. “Brix, I want to run.”

“What?”

“Listen, those boys chased me, caught up, and then almost killed me. Never again. I am going to learn how to outrun them.” She tried not to smile. “And you, too.”

She sprinted ahead, leaving him rocking on his heels, but with a whoop of joy he chased after, head down and arms pumping. Camilla maintained the lead for another hundred steps and stopped, hands on her knees, staff lying in the dirt, her breath ragged.

Brix pulled even with her, appearing less tired. Then, in an action, telling of his competitive nature, he took a single step past her on the road, one step further up the road and waited for her reaction.

“I beat you,” she panted.

“I ran further, Cam.”

They laughed together.

“You were hurt, so it wasn’t fair,” Brix amended.

“No, you went further, this time. I plan to beat you next time.”

Brix took another calculated step up the road, easing himself further ahead of her.

Noticing his action, she said, “Not now. Let’s walk for a while, but we should run like that several times every day. By the time we bring the sheep to town those boys will never catch us.”

“If you leave that pole behind you can run faster.”

“Not a pole. It’s a staff,” she replied, using the same prideful tone as the washerwoman when she corrected Camilla about the name.

Drawing back, he said, “I never saw you carry it with you, before.”

Camilla lifted it and dropped the butt end firmly in the dirt in front of her, feeling the power of the weight as it struck. A small tree grew two steps away. She gripped one hand above the other. “Pretend that tree is the leg of one of those boys in Nettleton.” She snapped her wrists and the butt end flew from the ground and struck the tree with a resounding thud.

“That would have hit his knee, and he wouldn’t be walking for a few days!” Brix snorted, surprised at the speed and violence of the action.

Camilla smiled. “I’m new at this. Imagine what I’ll do with this staff three or four ten-days from now.”

Brix glanced to the forest on his right.

“Something out there?” she asked, not trying to hide the concern.

“Just looking for a tree to cut me a staff. You aren’t the only one who needs to use a weapon.

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