Chapter #4Anne by: Unknown Wondering what she was doing, the slime grabbed the unconscious woman by the shoulders and dragged her towards the a staircase. The entrance hall was the only place the troll could get to inside. If she stayed quite, the troll shouldn't notice her. Still she held very still. As the trolls heavy footsteps shook the castle. She heard the troll huff and puff, as it looked around the room. The woman, Anne, stirred.
"Hnn," The slime clamped her hand over Anne's mouth, "Shh!"
"Hmmm!" Anne quickly woke up and struggled in the armored slime's grip. "Hmmm!'
"Troll!" The slime hissed. At that Anne froze. Everyone knew better than to take a troll without a trained squad. A massive foot planted itself at the base of the stairs. The slime knew from experience that the troll couldn't reach up the stairs. That wouldn't stop it from trying to go through the wall if it thought something was there. The foot stayed there for a minute, before a load noise echoed through out the castle. Then the troll stomped away. The two females gagged at the stench of the trolls fart. At the slime's signal the human followed her up the stairs.
Anne followed the strange creature into an empty room, were it drew the moth eaten drapes aside from an arrow hole and peeked. The armor was smallish. More suited to woman or boy than a grown knight. In her mind, animated armor would explain the pristine condition of the weapons in the castle. "Excuse me. Sir Armor?"
"Who?" The creature turned around. "Oh do you mean me?"
"Yes." Anne said, "Can you tell me what manner of sorcery animates you?"
"Sorcery? What are you talking about?' Genuine confusion emanated from the suit. "Oh! I'm still wearing this." The armor reached up and fiddled with something at its neck before removing the helmet. Anne looked on in shock as the rust red head of the slime was revealed. "Hi!"
"You're a slime? What are you doing in that armor?"
"Hiding from you." The slime said like it was obvious. "You're Anne right? Sorry for hitting you. I just didn't want you touching my metal."
"Buh wha?' Anne stuttered. "Your metal?"
"Well I live here, and no one else was taking care of it. So, my metal."
Anne rubbed her temple. If framed from a slime's point of view she supposed it made perfect sense. "Do you... Wait, what's your name anyway?" The slime responded with a complicated series of burbles. Anne couldn't even begin to remember what the slime just said let alone try to pronounce it. "I can't say that. Can I just call you..." She cast around for a name, before settling on a color. "Rusty. Can I call you Rusty?"
"Sure."
"Rusty, then. Do you really need all this metal?"
"Well, no." The newly named Rusty answered. "And it isn't really all that safe taking care of it with that troll coming in and out."
"So would it be okay if me and my partners took some of it with us?"
Rusty thought about it for a moment. She didn't really need all this metal. The armor and that sword would be enough, now that she thought about it. "Were your partners that elf and dwarf? Because they took off when they heard the troll."
"Those bastards left me for dead?!" Anne could actually believe it, unfortunately. Neither of those males were the finest examples of their respective races. "I suppose they took the cart with them."
"Cart?" Rusty looked thoughtful. "Big wooden box with wheels, right? I know were there's one. We can use it to take the metal with us."
"You have a cart? That's great! Wait," Anne stopped and went over what Rusty just said, "What do you mean by us?"
"I'm coming with you of course. If your gonna take all my metal, there's no real reason for me to stay here." Rusty started for the stairs, "And I'm starting to get tired of always running from that troll."
Hours later, the small cart was loaded up with weapons and armor. Anne and Rusty looked upon their handy work with pride. Until Anne noticed something, "What's going to pull the cart."
"I will," Rusty, her head once more covered by the helmet, stepped into the harness. Anne looked on doubtfully. Rusty was shorter than than the human. She didn't think the small slime could pull the loaded cart. She was wrong. Without any visible effort Rusty pushed against the harness and pulled the cart out of the castle with Anne following.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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