Card-Sharp Chapter Sneak-peak
Sorry for being MIA recently but I do have good reasons for that I will explain in the next chapter update.
Until then, here is a little preview of the next chapter.
“When!” Luffy’s voice bellowed through the forest causing an eruption of cawing as a murder of crows took off from the canopy of trees nearby.
For the life of her, Wren couldn't figure out just where Luffy had picked up on calling her ‘When’. She knew he had done it when he introduced her to the bandits and she had corrected him once they were out of ear shot but, as evidenced by his hollering, he seemed to keep calling her that. There were worst things in the world to be called, so Wren would deal with it now and maybe in a little while Luffy would grow out of it.
“Wren - ohmp.” Luffy barreled into the clearing, tripping over a large root half hidden by dead fall, Wren was carefully rolling her rabbit pelt up to stuff into the once crisp and clean but now mud crusted backpack. He popped up, none the worse for wear with that big smile on his face as he a fixed his - her papa’s - straw hat back on his head.
It wasn't fair in her mind, she was the true born child of Red-Haired Shanks not Luffy, not the son of the Revolutionary Dragon and grandson of Garp the Fist. That hat should have been her birthright, her papa should have entrusted it to her not some kid who couldn't tell when someone was trying to kill him but her, the girl trying to change the world for the better.
That was just another sign in her mind that her father couldn’t wait to be rid of her, not only did he not say goodbye and left her in the middle of the night on a strange island he also left nothing for her to remember him by expect for the few memories she had of him spending time with her.
“Are you okay, When?” Luffy’s voice broke through her thoughts and Wren had to rapidly blink her eyes to rid them of the sudden feeling of dryness, like she hadn’t blinked for a long time. And maybe she hadn’t if Luffy’s questioning expression was anything to go off of.
She looked down at her hands, slowly releasing the white knuckled grip she had on her pelt, biting the inside of her cheek as small droplets of blood welled up on the skin of her palm where her nails had dig in from her grip. “I’m fine Luffy.” She shot him a small smirk to reassure him and hide any evidence that she was jealous, which she was not and would deny to the end of days. “Just,” she hoped he didn’t notice or think her pause here as suspicious. “Thinking. What’s up?” She zipped up her bag after carefully placing the rabbit pelt at the bottom and attaching both daggers at her hips as she stood up to her full height.
