The Unfinished Story by Char Marie Adles (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📕

voice was quite, toneless, and above all dead.
She nodded and I closed the door. I sat next to the first person. I held out a sharp thin knife and paused.
“What is it?” I asked.
Out from the shadows came one of the black clad ninjas.
“This is Rin. The enemy caught him and they stabbed his through the heart. He is dead, so it is best you tend to the others first, before they die.” the voice was deep and silky. The voice of a young man.
“I know what I am doing and if you heard me I said no one will die. So leave me to my work and if anyone else comes in here I don’t care who it is I was slit his or her throat. I have no reason to care if I kill any one anymore,” I said lightly slipping the knife in the suit this Rin wore.
“As you wish,” he said and disappeared.
I cut way all the clothes the young one wore and looked him over. He was no more than thirteen and had short spiky hair on the top of his head and a short ponytail. His hair color was black and icy blond, and he was cute, and one day would turn into a beautiful young man.
He had indeed been stabbed in the heart and it had been twisted a few times. I pressed on ear to his chest. The movement was so little you wouldn’t be able to see it with your eyes you would have to feel it, but he breathed. But he was almost dead. I checked his pulse. It was less hen his breathing.
First time I had to do was getting him to breathe more. I sucked in air, pinched his nose and pressed my mouth to his. His chest expanded and I pressed on the twice and gave him my breath again. After six times he coughed a little and his breath became a fast shallow panting. His pulse was better to.
I took out a vial for poison and took a long drank and pressed my mouth to his to make him drank. He did.
Next I looked at his wound. It was bad. I took out a special vial of silvery liquid and unstopped it. I bit my finger and squeezed three dropped of blood in it, and shook it. Slowly I poured it into the deep wound. This would start to the heal fast and it would be heal in three days, but at the cost of a burning fever he may not live through. I cleaned his body quickly and coved him in a blanket.
Then I moved on to the next. It was a woman in her early twenties. She had been hit with six poison tipped arrows and a knife in the arms. I made her too drink for the poison. I cleaned her too and covered her as well.
The others were a set of twin boys a year or two older than me and both beautiful. They had deep gashes all over their bodies. I looked over the wounds. Swords, knives, daggers, arrows, and gashes from a throwing blade.
I cleaned all the wounds and pour alcohol into them to stop infection. Their bodies jerk and spasmed, but they didn’t wake. I sewed them up and washed them down. I covered them as well.
I went to the door and wiped my head a few hours had passed. I went out and closed the door behind me seven pairs of eyes trained on me. The people were in different places. One stood on a thick limb twenty feet in a tree, one on the ground, the porch, and even on the roof.
“What-”
I raised a hand.
“No questions. My orders are: no one is to go in that room till I say and no is to be loud. They need their rest. No those who are still hurt come to me now.
A tall well muscled man stood behind me, looking down at my head. I turned around to face him. He too was beautiful. His look was one of distrust.
“Why should we follow your orders?” he asked. He sounded like a bear.
I glared at him and he swallowed involuntary. “I know what I am doing and I could kill every one of you in an instant so be good and stay quite.
He must be there leader. He was a good one, but I was better.
He made a move to come at me and I sidestepped pressing to three spots on his left side. My fingers came away bloody.
Just as I though.
He fell to the ground, clutching his side.
They all fled around him. One turned on me. “What do you do to him?” he demanded.
“I did nothing, but check him out. His has a few broken ribs and a deep cut on his side. Poisoned is my guess. Lay him on the porch and I’ll take care of him.” I said slowly.
He huffed angrily, but he did it.
I cut the cloth away and place the poison liquid on it then, made him drink the rest. I cleaned his side on the have fresh blood replaced to old. I put a paste over it and the blood stopped. Next I sewed him up and wrapped a bandage around him.
“Keep that on and come to me in a few days to replace it. You’ll live.”
“Damn wench,” he breathed.
“Wench? Hmmmm. Maybe I should poke your side to see if it’s fine then,” I said.
“No please…I beg you have…mercy,” he wheezed.
I shrugged. And then I took care of the rest. When I was done I got a bucket of water and went back in the room. I sat against the wall and waited. The fever sits in soon. Rin’s body was covered in sweat already and I wiped him clean. I put a cold rag to his forehead. He shivered and soon his body was shaking like leaves in the wind. Took care of him and gave some water to the others who still slept.
I stayed awake for two days taking care of them; they all passed in and out like I had when I was being tortured by the monks.
I pressed my hand to his flesh. Cooler, but this to warm. I took off my clothes and lay naked next to him. I pulled him close and he snuggled as humanly possible to me. I was embarrassed for a second, but his shivers pulled my back. He pressed hi head to my chest and I put my head on his shoulder.
My mind drifted down that path and soon I was asleep.
I opened my eyes to see the light before dawn. Rin’s shivers had stopped and now he slept peacefully with me pressed to him chest. Unthinkingly hugging me to him for comfort. I slowly pulled away and reached for my short outfit. A gentle grip held my wrist. I looked back at Rin.
He blurry eyes focused on me. “Are you a goddess?”
“No, but I will settle to be called Ashlynn.” I said. I pulled free and dressed, hen a sat next to him.
“Am I dead now?”
“No. I saved you, but you almost died.” I said touching his forehead. I suddenly wished he were my little brother.
His hand roamed till his found the scar of the wound over his heart. His pretty amber eyes looked into mine. “Thank you, big sister.”
I nodded. The others were waking to. I got up and went to the kitchen. I cooked some chicken and made soup and tea. I put it all on a big tray and carried it to the room. I closed the door behind me. I gave everyone their food and fed the twins. No one questioned why I was here yet, but they would soon. Rin tried to stand on shaky legs. I got under his arm and placed it around my shoulder. As we walked out everyone was still. They looked at him and then turned their eyes to me.
They looked at me with so many different faces; I didn’t know what to do.
“He’s alive!” someone whispered in shock.
After that everyone either trusted me or wanted to kill me.
The ones that trusted me pulled at my heart and made me think of Kail. The ones that wanted to kill me reminded me of just how much I wish I was already dead and with Kail. Both stained my heart and made me wish for what I couldn’t have.
One the night of my third week here I found a small meadow into woods and I watched as the fireflies danced together, in melody. I went there every night and one night I fell asleep. I woke to see Arrow standing in the middle of the meadow and circled by the fireflies, looking at the moonless sky.
I got up and went over to him.
“Arrow. Promise me when I ask you will kill me. I can’t life forever anymore alone in this meaningless life.”
He looked at me.
“I will,” he promised and I simply went back to the village.

The village had everything possibly needed to live and operate on its own. I spent days wandering about after training and saw that no one in the village was younger than six years old and they all worked. When not on missions they took care and did farming. They were their own little town. I tried to find things I could do, but nothing interested me for long and the small sparks of my curiosity died quickly. I watched the children play by the steam. Dogs chase the small animals, how they made their clothes. It was all fun for a while then a though of Kail would scream in my head, “How can you be happy when I’m dead?”
I saw that arrow watched me, and so did everyone else but they made it look like they weren’t.
I trained and healed, and lived a shadow of my past.
Chapter 14
War


I turned away and ran into the forest. I done been a week since the others came back, and I had been training with them. I would become one of them.
Darts flew out from the trees and I twist doing a flip on to a branch of a tree.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Three darts hit the tree where my head would have been.
Sari clapped as she stepped out from the shade of the tree the darts had come from. She was one of the few female ninjas. She was the same height as