-lol, laughed at that one. I like Matthew, don't you? Also, I just realized, this game, Guy and Serra? This could get really funny.
By the way, despite memory search, I cannot recall what town they're in now, nor story part. So I'll work with Rock until I can get a bead as to where we are.
Rock bid farewell to Monty, who rode off to catch up with his friends. He had managed to secure a sword and a slingshot, as well as other various useful things. Now he just wanted some direction.
"Perhaps the forest is the best place to start," he decided. Thus decision reached, he quickly started for the forest.
It wasn't that dark, it was quite pleasant actually. However, he had this odd prickling on the back of his neck, the further in he went. He knew suddenly, without really understanding why, that there was danger about. His hand trailed to his sword, quietly gripping the hilt. He was growing more and more scared, but he refused to let it overcome him.
"I'm not afraid," he told himself. "I'm not afraid. I can handle this."
He came to this spring, a beautiful, clean place. Peace was here, but that undercurrent of danger was still there. He gently bent down beside the spring, cupped his hands, and drank of the pure water.
"This is very good," he decided. He straightened, then whirled around as he heard a horse's whinney. Into the area came a girl leading a horse. Apparently not noticing him, she slammed a gate closed, and then saw him.
"Who are you?!" she gasped.
"Just a player," he said quickly. "I don't mean you any harm, honest! I'm just...trying to figure out where to go from here."
She was quiet, then nodded. "Fine. But stay out of my way." and she led the horse to the water. He backed away quickly; clearly she was upset about something.
"Ilia?" Rock turned, and saw a small boy standing near one of the small, hilly walls that enclosed the spring. The boy came over to talk to her, and Rock moved away from them both.
"A gate," he murmured. "Wonder if there's any real way past it. But then, how'd the kid get in here?"
He glanced around where the boy had been standing, then spotted it, a small hole in the wall, just large enough for him to fit through. Rejoicing over his good fortune, he quickly crawled through and escaped. Grinning, he started to head deeper into the woods. He heard talking, so he looked back and saw a man run from the gate toward the wall with the hole.
"huh. Wonder what that's about." Suddenly, he heard loud rumbling. Startled, he dove to the side and put his back to the wall, drawing his sword.
Coming toward him were three ginormas boars, like the one that had tried to kill him! Except, these pigs had riders, odd green creatures that somehow managed to stay on. The lead one was much bigger than his fellows, and was much scarier. Rock cried out in alarm, and the big one spotted him. He rode on past, and Rock, thinking that maybe they would pass him by, turned to try to run past the other pig and rider.
Something, a wooden climb, smashed down on the back of his head. Sparks exploded in his eyes, and he collapsed again. His last coherent thought was: "
This is beginning to become a habit."