(15) Hailstone

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p.s- sorry for any mistakes, I'll be looking over this chapter and editing. 

BTW Aaraign and Julia are NOT husband and wife, I accidently wrote that in a few times but I changed their characters drastically from what I originally had. So sorry if you see "wife" or "husband" anywhere. xD

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             Julia and Aaraign. Those were the names of the people who saved me from Frost's enticement. Julia had long wavy brown hair and her eyes reminded me Flora's, my best friend. She had a bow at her back. Who I expected was her boyfriend, was built like a lumber jack, with a powerful structure, long legs, and dark eyes that were always on alert. His hair was a dark coppery-brown, with streaks of bright red, and he had a tooth pick in his mouth which he spun around and around with his tongue out of habit.

            Julia situated me in dry clothes on a log with a thick wool blanket by their campsite. Lanterns lined the perimeter of the campsite giving a soft golden glow to everything around their tent and campfire.

            Julia fed the fire, then smiled at me. "So, we told you ours.  What's your name?"

            I could barely meet her eyes. "Heather. Do you have any idea where we are...?"

            "You're not in Kansas anymore, Heather," Aaraign mocked, loudly loading his gun, giving me the most surly, unkind smirk I had seen in a while. "Welcome to Narnia slash Avatar slash Hell."

            "I know what you're thinking. Yes, he's always an ass." Rolling her eyes, Julie entered their tent and came back out with a bunch of bottles and a duffle bag, which she searched through.

            "How old are you?" Aaraign had shifted over, kneeling in front of me, forcibly taking my wrist and checking my pulse.

            "Seventeen..?" I trailed, tugging my wrist away. "Why are you checking my--?"

            "Dull nails. Pulse." Aaraign shown his flashlight into my eyes. "Round pupils. Seems pretty human to me, Jules, but you never know with these things."

            Or she might be a half-breed, I didn't say.

            "Wait, so you know about them?" I questioned, unexpectedly grasping Aaraign's big hands. His hands were rough and had calluses.

            He slowly spun his toothpick around with his tongue. My eyes focused on his lips. "That depends what you think I know, sweetheart."

            "The Gypsies, you know about them. Your believers, aren't you?"

            Julia chuckled, crossing the distance from the tent to the campfire and sitting down on a log. "Believers? Honey, we're much more than believers. We're hunters. Some people call us trackers, too. The best trackers in the world, if you ask the right people."

            The hair on the back of my neck stood up. "You're kidding," I said dryly, dropping Aaraign's hands like they were on fire. "You guys actually hunt these things? How?"

            Julia and Aaraign looked at each other, as if they didn't know whether or not to trust me.

            "You can help me." Now I was leaning forward, practically begging, "since you're hunters, you can help me get away from the Gypsy, and make sure these things stay out of my house."

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