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Darkwolf

By Kavi_Darkwolf
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Chapter 10: "Don't open the door..."

Kavi was wakened in the middle of the night. She didn’t know what had woke her, but she instinctively reached for Deyna’s curved dagger that she had laid on the end table beside her. Kavi laid her hand on it and looked over at Deyna. Kavi’s eyes were already adjusted to the dark, and saw that Deyna was sleeping peacefully with her arm in a sling.
Suddenly, the doorknob rattled. Luckily, Deyna had locked it before she had gone to sleep. Kavi stiffened and watched it. Her hand closed on the dagger and she slipped to the floor in a crouching position. The door didn’t rattle again, but Kavi sat there with every sense feeling, listening, smelling, and hearing.
Soon, Kavi barely heard footsteps retreating from the door. She stood up, but decided not to open the door. She didn’t feel like having her head swiped at just after she woke up, so she laid the dagger back in it’s former position and went back to bed. Just before she went to sleep, Kavi noticed thankfully that this room had no windows.

The next morning, Deyna woke up with an arm as stiff as a board. She glanced over and saw that Kavi wasn’t in her bed; but the bed had been made. Deyna glanced around for any notes saying that she had left, but found none.
Finally, she got dressed and went out of the room. She found Kavi sitting at a table near the bar with Simon seated across from her. Deyna breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the table. All of the men and women from last night were absent. They had stayed in bed from a rowdy night before, and the silence was peaceful.
“So, I see you finally got up, lazy,” said Kavi playfully. She seemed to be very playful and happy at the moment. Deyna opened her mouth to protest at being called lazy, but Kavi tossed a rolled scroll at her and said, “Here. Take a glance at that.”
Deyna shut her mouth and quickly scanned over the note.
It read:
Get rid of the Latvian, or we’ll be back.
B--
“I found that tacked on the door this morning,” said Kavi as she tucked into her food. She still seemed happy.
Deyna’s skin went white under her usually white skin. Kavi looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, asking, “Hey, are you alright Deyna?”
Deyna thumped the paper down on the table, causing Simon to jump. He got up to get Deyna some breakfast as Deyna muttered in a hiss, “Brandon! That *****!”
Kavi’s eyebrows shot up at Deyna’s first display of temper. “Who’s Brandon?” she asked.
Deyna slumped moodily into her chair as Simon brought her breakfast.
“Thanks,” she muttered as he walked away.
Kavi finished her food as she waited for Deyna to finish her breakfast. She looked around the big empty room where dust motes swirled playfully in the early morning light that streamed in from the eastern windows.
“Brandon is that guy who was giving you strange looks last night,” came Deyna’s voice, startling Kavi a little.
“He thinks he is the boss of people who can’t beat him, and he doesn’t seem to like you. He’s been picking on me a lot lately and it’s starting to get old.”
“Can’t you beat him?” Kavi asked as Simon took their plates away.
Deyna shook her head, “He doesn’t know Shang arts like Linda does, but he’s lightening with his fists. I haven’t been able to beat him, so I’ve just avoided him lately. We’ll ask Smythe about it tonight, but for now let’s worry about how to get your sail.”
The further Deyna had gotten in her story, the happier Kavi had looked. Kavi was beginning to enjoy the life of danger; of always fighting and keeping her ears open for sounds behind her. She was finding it fun.
“I must say, Hylandra is an awfully hostile island,” she said cheerfully.
Deyna gave her a weird look, then said, “I trust you have a plan to get that sail?”
Kavi nodded, “Aye. I have just that. Come on.”
And with that, Kavi got up and climbed out the window.

Outside the window, Kavi didn’t have to help Deyna who, as it turned out, had climbed the wall many times with a broken arm. The town was just the same way as when Kavi had first come here. It was sleepily quiet and the air was tinged with early morning. As before, only a few sailors were out fishing. That was exactly how Kavi wanted it.
A familiar buzzing suddenly filled her head, “So that’s where you’ve been hiding!”
Kavi smiled and said, “Hello Warbeak. Where have you been? I lost my guides, found out a little more of my family history, and I have three people who hate my guts!”
“Well, it sounds like you’ve had a very interesting day!” Warbeak replied.
Kavi looked up and saw Warbeak flying high above them, but keeping pace with her and Deyna.
“Oh, I saw that other girl in her fight last night. She’s not bad. Of course, I’m not sure knocking that boy out cold was completely necessary,” Warbeak continued.
“Well, what would you have me do? Peck his eyes out like somebody I know would have?” Kavi asked sarcastically.
“Okay, okay. Point taken.”
Deyna looked at Kavi and saw that she was smiling.
“Your awfully quiet,” she observed.
Kavi stopped her conversation with Warbeak and said quickly, “Oh, I was just thinking about how I’m going to pull this off. Do the sailors go to the same place to fish every morning?”
“Uh, yeah,” Deyna answered.
“Good.”
They continued in silence; Kavi figuring out what she was going to do and Deyna wondering what Kavi was going to do.
Soon, they came out to where the docks and piers were situated. Further down the coast was the cliff where Kavi’s boat was hidden. Kavi took note that there was a sailor out at the edge of one of the docks, and smiled again. She put a finger to her lips and motioned for Deyna to stay there.
Kavi walked silently on her bare feet as she crept down the dock until she was right behind the sailor.
He was a big man and if he caught her he could easily snap her in two. Kavi didn’t doubt that he would, too.
She took a tiny, well sharpened knife that she had borrowed from Simon from her belt. Silently, she reached up and swiped through the string that held his bag of money. The bag fell into her hand with a tiny clink. Kavi glanced at the man to see if he had heard it, but he merely scratched the back of his head.
She got up and walked swiftly and silently back to Deyna.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Deyna asked.
“Yeah, where?” Warbeak asked.
“I learned it from a little boy back on my island,” Kavi answered.
“That’s neat. I see a few other sailors out there, that we could pick off of,” said Deyna as Kavi opened the little bag.
“Never mind that! There’s thirty-five rubies in here!”