Chapter Two. Who art thou?

It looked like him, it really did. He looked like the drawing of the guy in the text book. He had a surprised expression on his face and he was looking at me if I was from another planet.
He spoke to me in a strange language I didn't understand at all. I stared at him blankly, listening to him repeating his sentences again and again.
A wise looking man was staring at me thoughtfully
and stroking his beard.
Everyone was going crazy and guards suddenly sprang up besides me, not letting me go anywhere.

The king tried speakimg to me in several different
languages, but actually succeded when he came to Latin. My parents forced me to learn Latin, anyways.

"How did you come to be here?" He voice was thick, deeply accented.
"I don't know how to explain, your majesty," I replied, trying not to laugh. "Are you a sorceror?" The king asked.
"No, your majesty," I replied formally, shaking my head.

Then he mentioned to me about the three tests. I said I would choose combat, fighting. I had learnt karate for two years, and did it on a bully in school.

He motioned to me this guard, who seemed to like fighting, for he had an eager look on his face.
We started bringing the sword down and the whole time I kept dodging him, with him scraping my shoulder once or twice. I finally saw a moment.
When he swang the sword to the side I swung it forward, and it touched the place where his heart was. I had killed him. But the most horrible thing about it was that everyone was cheering. It had seemed that they were cheering me the whole time.

Then I remembered they liked watching fights, and I felt sick again. I went to live with someone who knew Latin and who could speak it well.

His name was Harry and he was really nice. He had three children, Ella, James and Arthur. We played together in the garden. games galore. I had to mime to speak to them. The father was teaching them Latin, so they knew a few words.

One day Harry seemed scared of something. We could see that clearly at supper time. He kepy on looking at me, nervously. He looked even worried.
"What's wrong, darling?" His wife asked.
To which he replied, " It's the boy, He's in danger." He said this in Latin, so the kids wouldn't understand.
"I'm in danger?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to believe it. "You are," he said again.
"From who?" I asked.
"The walker." He said this in Latin. One of the children understood, and they looked scared.
"He knows you're here and wants to kill you."
"Me, why?"
"I don't know. He spoke to me yesterday."
A chill went up my spine, and raining was pouring outside.