---Theo------------------------------------------Aleah---
Theo crouched behind a bush, bow at the ready. He stiffened as he saw her; stepping gracefully into the clearing, alert to sounds. As she stopped to drink from the stream, he shot her. She died instantly; not a single scream of pain escaped her mouth. She fell gracefully, her legs buckling beneath her, and Theo hurried over to her lifeless body, slipping his knife from its sheath.
He skinned the doe quickly and efficiently, storing both the hide and meat in his game bag to be treated later. And that's when he saw her.
Standing before him, clothed all in white and lilac, her beautiful purple eyes stared accusingly into his own. He drew a second arrow and nocked it to his bow, but as he was taking aim, he blinked.
And she was gone.
Aleah snarled to herself as she ran. She was angry: at her doe for being so careless, at herself for not being there in time, and at the strange, green-eyed boy who had killed her best breeding doe. And in the middle of mating season, too! She still had some offspring of the dead doe to continue to repopulate the forest, but the best stag was their father. She snarled again and in her fury punched a passing tree. It splintered and cracked, leaving a huge fist-shaped hollow, but she didn't care. Let them track her. Let them seek their own deaths.
Because right now, she was so angry that she would kill them on sight.Theo pulled the last knot tight on his snare and stepped back. The net stretched across a wide area, completely covered by leaves and twigs. He nodded to himself, satisfied, then twisted round to gather his bow and game bag. When he turned back, the net lay in full view, glowing white and smouldering. At the far side she stood, watching him with hatred and fury. Once again he nocked an arrow, careful not to blink, and let it fly. At the last possible moment she sidestepped and caught the arrrow in one hand. She held it out, as if to offer it to him, and opened her fingers slowly. Theo watched, horrified, as his best arrow glowed bright white and crumbled to dust in her lilac gloves. He leapt towards her, fury clouding his mind. Had she any idea how costly those arrows were to make? Didn't she understand that this was the only way he kept his family from starving?
With a twang, the still-glowing, still-smoldering net closed around him. He wriggled round to look at her, only to be met with an empty patch of ground. The only indication anyone had ever stood there were the remains of his arrow, lying on the soft earth.
Aleah laughed to herself as she watched the boy dangling helplessly from the tree below her. Caught in his own trap. Classic. Her soft lilac boots didn't give good grip on the flimsy branch she was on, but her elven agility and balance allowed her to crouch on it safely. She readjusted herself and continued to watch the boy as he struggled to free himself.
He eventually managed to slip his knife from its sheath and sliced through the rough twine. Falling, he grabbed at the rope, but only succeeded in giving himself rope burn. Just before he hit the ground, Aleah's hand shot out and he stopped. She placed him gently on the soft earth, and then fled.
Why had she done that? Why had she saved him? All she had achieved was the deaths of more of her deer.
Theo closed his eyes tight, waiting for the impact, but felt none. Slowly, slowly, he opened his eyes- and found himself hovering in mid-air. He was set down gently, then the presence was gone.
Sitting up, he scanned the trees for life. Nothing. The forest was eerily quiet as he picked himself up and retrieved his bow and quiver. He slipped his knife back into its sheath and turned to go home, shaken. He hadn't thought... He'd had no idea...
As he trekked out of the forest, he was greeted with the smell of burning wood. He sped up, breaking into the clearing where his village stood.
Or had once stood.
A graveyard of burned, blackened rubble lay out in front of him. He wandered through it, dazed, then heard the sound of a young child crying. He navigated his way to the centre of what had been a house, and heaved a wooden beam away. A baby lay in a crib, the strong wood having protected it from the falling beams. Theo was amazed it had survived.
Tears beginning to sting his eyes, he picked the babe up and fled into the woods.
Aleah watched the boy as he found his way through the remains of the village, her heart clenched with sympathy. Oh, dear. They were all dead. His friends, family...
Then he found the babe, and picked it up. Aleah watched him as he fled, feeling guilty. She had witnessed it all- the knights, the king sitting astride his horse. She had merely sat by and watched as the village burned. She could have done something. Why hadn't she done something? The king was her enemy, too.
She decided the least she could do was watch over the boy and the babe. The sole survivors of the massacre. Having decided to do so, Aleah melted into the tree and was gone.
Sitting up, he scanned the trees for life. Nothing. The forest was eerily quiet as he picked himself up and retrieved his bow and quiver. He slipped his knife back into its sheath and turned to go home, shaken. He hadn't thought... He'd had no idea...
As he trekked out of the forest, he was greeted with the smell of burning wood. He sped up, breaking into the clearing where his village stood.
Or had once stood.
A graveyard of burned, blackened rubble lay out in front of him. He wandered through it, dazed, then heard the sound of a young child crying. He navigated his way to the centre of what had been a house, and heaved a wooden beam away. A baby lay in a crib, the strong wood having protected it from the falling beams. Theo was amazed it had survived.
Tears beginning to sting his eyes, he picked the babe up and fled into the woods.
Aleah watched the boy as he found his way through the remains of the village, her heart clenched with sympathy. Oh, dear. They were all dead. His friends, family...
Then he found the babe, and picked it up. Aleah watched him as he fled, feeling guilty. She had witnessed it all- the knights, the king sitting astride his horse. She had merely sat by and watched as the village burned. She could have done something. Why hadn't she done something? The king was her enemy, too.
She decided the least she could do was watch over the boy and the babe. The sole survivors of the massacre. Having decided to do so, Aleah melted into the tree and was gone.
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