Acadia Restoration

Chapter 10

When the stranger walked in, the group didn't take any interest in it. People were continuously entering and exiting the space. Max only noticed when he picked up two mens' conversation.

"Is that Lily Calrum?" one asked the other. The men were both gruff, and definitely in their late thirties/early forties. Both of them wore long trench coats. The man moved his coat to pull out a piece of paper. As he moved the coat it revealed a collection of knives attached to a belt. He held up a wanted poster with her picture. The second man looked between the picture and the girl who had just entered.

"Looks like it," he agreed. The man had a heavy accent.

"Those things have been hunting her down for years, if we catch her we'll be rich," the man pointed to the hefty reward listed on the poster.

"Then what are we waiting for?" The second man replied. Both men stood up and made their way to the girl. They weren't the only ones, a crowd surrounded the girl. The scene unfolding captivated Max. Others turned around in their seats to watch what was about to go down.

"Are you Lily Calrum?" One girl asked as she unsheathed a sword.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Lily replied. The girl swung her sword, Lily moved out of the way. The girl had aimed the strike for her upper body, the sword came down on her thigh. The cut didn't go deep, but blood seeped through Lily's pants. Lily didn't flinch, she looked at the cut then back at the girl. "I just bought these pants," Lily groaned. "You'll pay for that," Lily announced before swinging her hand around. Everyone just stared at her. "Give it a second," she told the crowd. In a matter of seconds a giant vine swept through the bar and knocked out the crowd. "There it is," she said in a satisfied manner. She moved her hands again to make the vine curl around the unconscious bodies as she flung them outside. She brushed her hands together as if she needed to clean them off. The bar went silent as she walked to the bar and sat next to Max. He tried to avert his gaze, however his eyes continued to drift to her.

"Yes?" she asked as she looked straightforward. Max looked straightforward too. "You, I'm talking to you," she turned to Max. The bar tender handed her a drink. She gave the bartender a nod. Max turned to face her. She waited for him to say something as she took a slow sip from her drink. She looked him up and down. He didn't know what to say.

"Your leg," he finally said. She looked at her thigh which dripped blood onto the wooden floors of the bar.

"What about it?" she replied with a blank expression.

"You're losing a lot of blood," he said. She stared at the cut and summoned a plant that wrapped around the wound like a bandage.

"Happy now?" she asked as she turned back to her drink. Max had never felt this level of flustered. He drank her in. She captivated him. She had a smattering of freckles on her face and body. Her red waves were pinned back in half up half down style. She noticed him staring at her once again out of the side of her eye. "What do you want?" she questioned him.

"What?" he asked.

"You keep staring at me,". He didn't even hear her, he was too focused on her grey eyes. She waved a hand in front of him. "Hello?".

"Yes, um" he broke from his trance. "These guys said you've been hunted by something for years?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah the harcas, what about them? If you think you'll be able to capture me, then think twice," she warned.

"No, no I don't care about that," he saw her relax. "Are you doing anything later?" he jumped right into it, he didn't have time to explain everything in a bar. She scrunched her brows as she thought about the question.