The Revenger Chapter 1 : The Encounter

(Sorry if the next chapter comes slow, i just had surgery on my left hand, but luckly i had this chapter done.)

Chapter 1: The Encounter

“Mary!” a voice yelled from inside the house.
Mary jolted up off the ground and continued hanging the clothes on the line outside the house. She had just turned twenty last week and all she had gotten was like everyone else’s present, a happy birthday song the whole village sang to her. There was not much riches in Creekbed and because of this, people stayed close together and didn’t abandon anyone to the “Evil King” as people called him. No one said his real name because the fear of he might come here himself. The king allowed the village to live in peace because of the brave resistance.
Mary also had like a bright blond hair, which was unusual.
“Mary!” the voice was louder and had anger in it.
“What, mom!” Mary said. A women that looked like she was in her forties walked out the back door of the cheap looking house. They were kind of poor so they could not afford a good house. The women was about five foot tall and wore worn clothes, had grayish black hair.
“You need to stop sleeping on the job and, like yesterday, stop daydreaming.” she said.
“Alright, ma.”
“ Oh ya, I need you to go get some things from the store and stop by and tell Steve I said hi.”
Steve was a the owner of the Dust Bowl, the town’s inn, and the pub.
“Where’s the list of things you need?”
“Its in on the kitchen table and the months worth of money to get the stuff.”
While Mary was walking into the house, sidestepping her mom, she said
“Ok”
As she walk into the corner of the house that is reserved for the kitchen, she looked at the house. Her mom was doing her cleaning she usually did every day because she did not like a dirty house so the house was spotless. Walking into the kitchen she picked up the list and read it. It said:

-You need to get these supplies for tonight’s meal,
Flour, eggs, and ham.

Need back an soon to start dinner.

Love, your mom.-

After she was done reading it, she slipped on her shoes. She stepped out the door out the door into the warm sunlight and stared walking down the road. The town was loud and noisy from people taking and trading and doing many other things. It was always noisy at noon.
After walking and squeezing passed people she knew while greeting them, but finally made it to the store. She walked in the wooden doors into the building and smelt the odor of cooked food and her stomach growled.

She was quickly done getting the groceries and walked back out the wooden doors back out into the sunlight and stared walking home thru the crowd and then ran into her best friend, Betty.
“Hey Mary.” Betty said.
“Hi.” Mary responded
“Do you wane join me going into the forest exploring.”
“No, I cant, I need to get these groceries home to make dinner and I’m starving.”
“Ok. You wane go into the forest tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn?”
“Sure, I can do that.” Mary responded.
“Sweet. Meet me at the pub tomorrow morning.”
“Sure can do.”
They said their goodbyes and Mary walked around to the pub, stopped and said hi to Steve, and walked the rest of the way home.

The night went by quickly and after Marry ate dinner, she slipped on her pink pajamas and laid down in her bed and went into deep sleep.

-She seen a twenty year old looking girl sleeping in a bed better looking than the one she slept in now. The room looked familiar some how. A shadowy figure walked into the room holding a curved sword in the right hand. The face could not be made out. The figure walked over to the bed, grasping the sword in both hands and raising it above the head to strike the girl.
Another figure ran into the room and rammed the opposing figure with the sword. She noticed the seconded figure was about the same size of the girl.
Even though she could not make out anything that the figures was wearing or looked like, she could tell the figures was dressed for battle because of the clash she heard. The girl had awoken from the noise and stared screaming. While the two figures wrestled for control over the other, the fell to the floor and rolled into the bookcase overlooking the fight.
A book on top of the bookcase fell down and hit the girl in the head, spine first. The girl almost instantly fell silent and went limp.-

Mary jolted up, breathing hard. “ Just a dream.” She told herself, sighing with relief and went back to sleep.

The rest of the night she had no more dreams and morning soon came. At early dawn, Mary got up, slipped on some camouflaged clothes she usually wore when she was going into the woods and then slipped on some leather boots. She wrote up a letter saying she would be back before breakfast started and that she was going with her friend in the woods out back and then ran out the front door.
She walked down a nearly empty street, the only people was the stall owners getting their stalls ready. The pub was open for the early drinkers. As she walked thru the wooden half-doors she seen her friend talking to Jacob, the bartender and bar-owner. There was a few other people in the bar too, but when she looked to the corner, she seen a dark figure in a black cloak. Seeing the figure sent a shiver down Mary’s spine and she remember back to her dream about the two figures in her dream.
She continued to her friend, never taking her mind off the figure.
“Hey Marry. Gee, your early. Steve and I was just taking about the guy in the corner, he appeared a little before you arrived. Anyways, are you ready to go?”
“Ya, I’m ready.”
The two walked out the doors and started walking into the forest behind Mary’s house.

They were on the trail the usually walk on for about thirty minutes now when Betty said “Mary, remember the guy in the bar?”
Mary thought back when she first seen him and answered “Yes, I remember him.”
“Steve had heard some rumors about The Resistance and some of there spies in every town of the empire looking for more people to join them. He also heard some strange man was out on his own trying to take the king and find someone.”

“And what dose this have to do with the guy in the pub?”
“He could be one of the spies. He can’t live in the Creekbed, nobody dress like that. He must have some business to do here though.”
At this, Mary went deep into her thoughts. While she was thinking, Betty said “ Oh, I forgot the canteens. Wait here till I get back.”
Before Mary could respond, Betty was already gone down the road out of sight.

Mary had been sitting on a large rock on the side of the road, waiting for over an hour, but Betty never came back.
-She must of ran into her mother and got dragged back to the house.- She thought to herself laughing. -I need to be heading back home too.-
She got up and started walking down the path. A few moments later, while see was walking, she her something behind her, like a twig being stepped on. She turned around and came face-to-face with the source.
In front of her was a not Betty or her mother, but a general in the black armor, the kings men always wore and it also bore the sign of the king: a straight line over another in which the king said it means “Following the Strait Road to Victory.” Behind the large man was his brigade of troops consisting of about thirty troopers bearing the same armor and the same sign on the chest, but there was no trimming of the armor like the general’s red trimming.
“Madam, you are under arrest for treason to the great king.”
At an order, the general’s brigade ceased Mary, bound her hands, and dragged her the opposite direction of Creekbed.