Why I Am Kayte: A Narrative Fiction

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As darkness loomed overhead, Kayte hastily traveled through the forest, never more than a few feet from the road. Her curly blond hair flowed down to her shoulders as she went along, while her expressive hazel eyes gazed out from the center of her attractive face. She was a small creature, barely 5.4 in height and stature. Simply clad in a leather travel outfit, she hurried through the rain, as the sky continued to darken. She shivered at the thought of spending the night in these woods. Not that it was really a problem for her, but there were stories about these forests. They were old, and it was that magical time of year, when summer was passing and fall approaching. As she hiked through the ancient woodlands, she reflected on how far she …show more content…
The man’s nervous voice stopped her “It’s raining terribly, and these forests are dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous for you too.” Kayte pointed out.

“That’s not the point… you’re only a girl. I can handle myself.” the man said confidently. The rain continued pouring over the two of them. Kayte shrugged her shoulders, debating his point in her mind, “Well then maybe you could give me a ride?” The man shook his head, “Nah… I’m going to Bruma.”

“Oh…” Kayte said, clearly disappointed, “Well I guess you better go then.”

The man frowned in a guilty manner, “Well I..” A sharp crack peeled through the air as a bolt of lighting burst from the sky, striking a tree near the both of them. With a loud cry the man’s horse bucked him off and bolted into the dark. He landed flat on his back, his crimson red cloak pressed into the mud.

“Oh Gods!” Kayte ran over to him, “Are you okay?” He didn’t answer for a few moments, but lifted his arm up to his head, roling onto his side in the muddy road. Kayte gulped nervously as he lay
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of course not.” The man said, breathing heavily, “I just got the wind knocked out of me.” He got up slowly and stumbled over to a tree, flopping down into a sitting position. Still a bit shaken, he reached down to his side, as if he were looking for something. Large amounts of mud were splattered on his face and quilted vest.

“What’s your name?” Kayte asked. The man began looking on the other side of him, “Um… it’s Brekr. Could you try to find my satchel? It’s pretty important.” Kayte nodded in compliance. She got up and began searching for it, finding it in the middle of the road.

“Here it is Mister Breky.” she said, handing it to him. Brekr grabbed it and opened the top. His expression immediately softened, “Oh good… it’s all here. Wait a minute… Did you just call me Breky?” he chuckled, clearly amused.

“Oh…” Kayte grunted, a tone of embarrassment in her voice. Her thick curly hair now laid flat against her neck, soaked through. The sound of thunder boomed in the distance.

“It’s too late to do anything.” she concluded, “We should find a place out of the rain.”

“Good idea.” Brekr said, standing up on his feet. He stood a whole head taller than the mere girl before him. Kayte couldn’t help but be a little intimidated by his presence. She pulled her hood over her head, “We should

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