shadowspirit07

“I am on the run,” he replied. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, was he lying? “From what? Who?” “Basically the entire town, I was accused of a crime I did not commit, exiled from town, and then a bounty was placed on my head. So I now hide out here in the woods, keeping to myself.” His story was an interesting one, though she couldn’t be certain how true it was. “So you’re the one they’ve been talking about,” she commented bluntly. “I take it you want to take me in for the money?” “No, I am not risking my life for some bounty. Now, let go of me.”

He supposed he was lucky, able to actually keep his life as well as the clothes on his back and a dagger, but it was a hollow victory to be shunned rather than hanged. Angrily, he kicked a small rock down the hill, though he ended slipping in the mud himself and sliding down the wet embankment after it. Swearing under his breath, he stood up and brushed off the worst of the grime, finding himself standing near a raging river. The noise was deafening as it crashed across the occasional rock or partially submerged wood in its path, bubbling and frothing as it did so. Movement from the shadows off to one side caught his attention; he froze for a

Two figures sat by a campfire, the bright flames flickering across their faces. Above, a smattering of stars glittered against the dark velvet sky as a cool breeze washed over the landscape. His arm was around her waist, her head rested on his shoulder as they sat on the rough-barked logs. A few gentle pops could be heard as the wood shifted, sending a confetti of sparks drifting up to the heavens. Tree tops moved quietly in the wind, their leaves dancing to a song known only to nature. He sighed, breathing deep the thick tang of wood smoke and the faint sweetness of her perfume. Her fingers were entwined in his, his body solid as she leaned