Willow's Legend - Original Version

Chapter 20

Chapter 20:

When breakfast was finished, the maids and cooks came in and took the plates and cleaned up for Willow; which was odd because Willow was used to being the oldest, to taking all the plates and silverware and putting them in the dishwasher, then cleaning the table, stove and counters afterward.

                But, in RiverPlain, it seemed it didn’t work like that. Chelsea had just grabbed Willow’s arm lightly and ushered her out of the room, leaving the pile of dishes behind.

                They walked to the library, Chelsea chattering happily about how they would go easy on her since it was her first day and not do any combat training. She also talked about how she was in charge of teaching the boring stuff like information on the creatures and the maps and all that, Chris taught survival, Michael taught combat without weapons and Alicia combat with weapons. The whole premise made Willow feel like she was in high school, switching around classes and teachers. She felt mildly nervous to be taught weapon combat by Alicia, but it wasn’t like she had a choice.

                Chelsea stopped at an unfamiliar door, “This is the study, and basically everything in here is just information.” She opened the door and Willow peeked inside before walking in.

                It resembled a large office, really. There was one long table in the center with very bright candles, pens and papers at every seat. In the center was a whole bunch of desks that had small curtains hanging from the sides for privacy. The walls were all lined with little cabinets containing folders and papers and books. And on the far end of the room were four doors that said, “Conference Room”, “Personal Offices”, “Trevon Fiske’s Office”, and “Darrius Burlingame’s Office”.

                The long table in the center had four Ganashes sitting in the chairs. Two of the Ganashes were minding their own business and sitting alone writing on a sheet of paper. The other two were sitting together, talking in hushed voices and occasionally writing on various sheets of paper.

                Chelsea led Willow as far away from the working Ganashes as possible in the center table. The two Ganashes that had just been whispering to each other stopped and stared at Willow as she followed Chelsea.

                When Willow took her seat, trying not to make eye contact with them, one of them got up. He walked over and grabbed Chelsea’s arm, gently pulling her away. Willow could still hear what they were saying as she awkwardly sat there and waited.

                “What are you doing letting an Amnesian in here?” The man hissed, not even trying to keep his voice down. He was older, probably in his late thirties or early forties. His hair was dark and cut very short and he had an angry set of lines etched around his eyes and mouth.

                “I’m keeping an eye on her,” Chelsea spit back, glaring at the man.

                “Do you have permission to have her in here?”

                “Yes, in fact I do. Trevon told me to go ahead and keep Willows in here just make sure not to let them touch anything.”

                The man grunted in anger, his hand squeezing Chelsea’s arm, “Trevon doesn’t know what he is doing. I’d bet Zanleas wouldn’t approve of this.”

                Chelsea yanked her arm out of his grasp, “Well, Trevon’s in charge and you’re not so there is little you can do.”

                They glared at each other for a moment before the man turned around and glared at Willow. Willow looked him steadily back, she remembered what Jasper had told her to do if she were ever scared or angry, to act fierce and pretend nothing is wrong. For some reason, she felt that acting fierce in this situation wouldn’t do much good, but she did it anyway, not knowing what else to do.