Aidan{3}

by Obi in London

This is reaching one of the climax's in the story, but not he main one. Please read and comment!

Aidan Chapter Three

Meanwhile, Colin was oblivious to the happenings on the inside. He was ridding around the field on his pony Cliff. He was a strong chestnut steed with a pure white strip running up from his nose and a bray that echoed in the fields and hills. Colin halted Cliff as he heard anomalous voice through the trotting of Cliff’s hooves. He dismounted the chestnut pony and took a fallen staff of birch, and wielded it like a wooden sword. The noise was coming from the hedges.
“Hit us then,” mocked a dark voice as two teenagers emerged from the dense hedge. Colin was frozen with fear.
“Is the little baby scared,” mocked the second teen making a rude gesture with his hand.

Colin sauntered back and then ran to Cliff. He jumped higher then he had ever jumped before and swung himself onto Cliff’s back. He spurred Cliff on and charged at the teens, he swung his staff and knocked over one teen. Though when Cliff turned the other teen had unveiled a large Swiss knife and was brandishing it menacingly. Colin was startled immensely by the sight and fell of his horse and hit the grass hard.

The teen advanced and Colin fought he was done for. Suddenly, Aidan ran across the field with a loaded bow in his hands. Aidan was a master of archery and confidently stepped to Colin’s side. He raised the bow forebodingly.
“Drop your damn knife or I swear to God I’ll shoot!” he warned loudly.

The teenager was arrogant and stood there grinning stupidly. Aidan could see his confidence fading in his eyes, he was like a merciless hunter. Aidan squinted and aimed quickly not letting a millisecond go by before he………
SHOT!

The teen screamed, “holy Shiite!”

He loosed the arrow and it soared right into pocket of the teen’s baggy jeans, and neatly cutting through the belt so his trousers had to be held up by his hands. The teen was startled and dropped knife and ran off as soon as he regained his wits, pulling up his trousers as he scuttled off. Aidan watched him run, and lowered the longbow slowly. He strode forward proudly and picked the knife up as a trophy.
“Wait, where’s Angelo? I haven’t seen him all day!” cried Aidan worriedly.

He ran back to the farm house and tried to make his way upstairs but was stopped by his dad.
“I saw you out there,” he said proudly, “defending your brother, using wit and skill. Ye brother wasn’t so bad either until he got scared and fell off his horse!”
“Thanks dad!” replied Aidan happily, praise from his dad was rare and treasured, “but if you saw me out there why didn’t you help!”
“Sons of Day are capable of amazing things, like my ability to speak to dogs for example!”
“Ye can’t really speak to dogs!”

Alan tapped his nose trice and walked away mysteriously. Aidan rushed upstairs to his room in the attic and as usual in the corner was Angelo curled up in his cotton blankets, asleep. He clicked his fingers on his left hand and the little red fox cub arose in a blink of an eagles eye, fully awake and alert. Aidan tapped his foot and he flipped cutely and landed on his feet perfectly in the same spot.
“Very good!” praised Aidan.

The fox wagged its tail like a puppy.
“You have to stop doing that, it’s to dog like,” commented Aidan.
The little fox barked cheekily and trotted next to his feet. Aidan took a rap of grease paper from his pocket and took a wedge of bacon from it. He threw it in the air and Angelo jumped high into the air and snapped it up greedily.

“ Okay boy, lets go outside,” he said clapping his hand which meant follow him, “we both got practise to do.”

Soon they were outside in a fallow field covered in shamrocks and scrubby grassland. Aidan had two lit Hawaiian style torches in his hand. Aidan had many talents including juggling fire! He had learnt when a band of foreign performers came to the village near Day & Donegal Farm. The master of the fire-tricksters was performing a mind-blowing routine, but Aidan being his arrogant self dared to smirk and snigger.
The fire-trickster invited him to try and he scorched himself. Spurred on by arrogant pride he kept on trying and eventually he perfected the skill, after two years of diligent training.