Chapter 2

“Is he a denizen of light or demon of dark?” Arless asked putting more strain upon the the bow string.

“He's a denizen of light.” Arlette said. He placed two fingers upon the side of the boys neck. A steady heart beat was received lightly thumping against the skin. “He's still alive.” Arlette sheathed his sword and picked the boy up tossing him over his shoulder.

Footsteps were heard close by, they looked to see the guardian of the forest walking towards them. The forest guardian is nearly over two centuries old but his appearance places him at close to twenty. Short blond hair dips below his ears, and crisp blue eyes pierce the smooth contours of his face. He looks almost feminine but the certain roughness of his face classifies him as male.

“Lord Lukil,” Arless said releasing the tension on her bow.

“Lady Arless, Sir Arlette, to what do I owe such an early disruption?” Lukil's voice was harsh.

“Forgive us you my lord, but for once the destruction of you forest is not our fault, this boy crashed from the heavens.” He motioned to the unconscious Low.

Low groaned. His eyes fluttered open. Tentatively he pushed up along the smooth expanse of back before him, till he rested his hands on the broad shoulders beneath him.

“Morning sleepy head.” Arlette said.

Low looked around, he scratched his head then looked at Arlette. “Hello, who am I?”

“Shouldn't I be asking you that.” Arlette asked.

“No, you see, I should ask you, seeing as we just met and you carrying me like a familiar.” Low said.

Arlette dropped him. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Low said. Low stood dusting himself off. His hands brushed the hard armor upon his body. “Whats this now?” He poked and prodded it lightly. “Well, since it's obvious I don't know what it is I'll just take it off.” He pulled off the hard armor revealing bare skin and a loincloth beneath.

“Hey, kid, who are you?” Arlette asked.

Arless had turned away a hot blush simmered on her face. Lukil tapped a quiet foot looking at Low.

Low dropped the loincloth. “I think it's obvious to all of us that I am a man, so calling me boy isn't appropriate, sir.” He placed delicate hands on his smooth hips. “Now if I knew who I was I would tell you, but another obvious fact is,” he bent over to pick up the cloth. “I have no idea myself.” He brought the cloth back to rest on his smooth hips. He noticed the bracelet on his wrist. It looked delicate and priceless, made tenderly and with love. A name was inscribed on it. “Low, that must be my name.”

“Okay your Low, why did you fall from the sky?” Arlette asked

“If I knew that I wouldn't have fallen now would I.”

Lukil stepped to Low. He examined him carefully, then gave a heavy sigh.

“He's lost his memory, other than his name he has no clue who he is or where he came from nor how he got here.”

 

“Thank you sir.” Low said with a smile.