“I’ve been sent here to destroy this place.”
Damon told Kelley as he handed her some berries. “And then, I promise, you’ll be free.”
She smiled her eyes full of sadness. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. My mother says we‘ll be slaves forever.” She said.
The next morning, Damon awoke to find a strange face peering down at him. Startled, he reached for his sword and sprung to his feet.
The intruder jumped back out of reach.
Damon pointed his sword at it. “Who are you?” He asked.
“Mika Sharpshooter.” It answered, holding up its hands defensibly.
Damon looked at the creature more closely.
It was a young, female raccoon, wearing a faded green dress that was ripped in many places. She carried a bow and a quiver of red-shafted arrows.
Feeling that the raccoon was no threat, Damon lowered his sword.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” He asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m staying hidden ‘till that ship reaches the shore.” “What ship? Where?” Damon asked.
“See for yourself.” She said.
Damon pushed past her and raced down the tunnel.
Shading his eyes from the sunlight, he could see a large ship in the distance, heading toward the shore.
When Damon got back, the raccoon was sprawled out on the cave floor, fast asleep.
He prodded her with his foot until her eyes fluttered open.
She looked up at him, startled.
“Up.” He ordered. “We have to talk.”
Mika scrambled to her feet and faced him.
“So, you said you’re waitin’ ‘till the ship reaches the shore?” He asked.
She nodded.
“It’s pirate craft, you know.”
She nodded again.
“Why?” He asked curiously.
Her eyes blazed with anger. “Searats killed my family. I’m returning the favor.” She said simply.
Damon eyed the bow that was laying beside the pool.
“How good can you shoot that thing?” he asked, an idea forming in his mind. “Better then anyone I’ve ever met.” She said proudly.
Damon pointed to the other side of the cave. “Can you hit that crack in the wall?” he asked.
Mika picked up her bow and took an arrow from her quiver.
She pulled back on the bowstring, sending the arrow speeding toward the wall, where it buried itself up to the shaft in stone. Damon turned to Mika, “That‘s good. Now listen, if you .”
Mika starred at him. “How do you suppose we do that?” she asked exactly. Damon smiled, “I have a plan.”
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