Villains don't get Happy Endings

Chapter 3

As he took his two stones above the deep circle, he stroke the two stones together and a small fling appeared. "What are you doing?" Adira came closer to him as she bowed down, lifting up her heavy cloak.

"Making a fire, isn't it obvious?" he looked at her eyes, as he turned his head back to the small sparkling fire. He blew, and suddenly that one small spark turned into a big flame. "How, how did you do that?" Adira's confusion hadn't stopped her from being curious, why could air possibly make a fire bigger?

"Well, oxygen makes a fire bigger, I suppose." He stood up and walked towards the few trees behind him, the dark places here and there weren't that visible, but he did manage to find a few other rocks here and there.

Adira shoved herself closer to the fire as her cold hands reached the warmth of the hot air. It was quite magical as she hadn't seen much fire before. Her eyes kept piercing through the orange fire as she started to feel her eyes drying up. "You alright?"

Milo stood next to her as he had a few rocks into his gloves, "Oh yes sorry." Adira's blinked rapidly as she looked at him and back to the warm fire, it lighted up the whole area around them, and slowly from darkness, to coziness.

It felt quite peaceful, the creaking fire sounds, snow falling onto the leaves, it had surprised her as she noticed the fire hadn't blown out yet. Even though the snowflakes fell into the fire, even though the cold air went in war with the warm air, it still hadn't been blown out; even the breezing air around them hadn't stopped the fire.

Adira looked up to see the moon at its peak, it wasn't a completely full moon, but it was a half-moon. Normally there would be wolves hounding in the night, trying to find their pack, but this time there was no sign of them, she supposed they were only there on a full moon.

Milo took his stones he kept collecting and placed them around the fire, it helped to try to keep the cold snow out, even though it had already melted around the hot fire. "I suppose we need to camp here, then when it's daytime, we should go our separate ways." Milo sat on the cold snow next to Adira as he looked at her, shivering.

"You're still cold?" Milo asked as Adira looked at him with her hood covering her forehead, trying to block out the question. "Sounds good to me." Adira spoke.

Adira completely ignored the question as she kept fidgeting with her fingers, the snowflakes falling onto her cloak, the moonlight reflecting onto the melting water around the fire, and the owls howling around them.

The wind blew the trees which led to small snow pieces falling down onto the ground. Adira took a deep inhale from the warm fire as she tried warming herself up, rubbing her arms. "I have a spare cloak in my bag, I don't mind you taking it."

"If you don't-" Before Adira could finish her sentence he had already reached for his bag next to him, packed into the snow he found his spare cloak. It was a red cloak with silver outlining as a button. It almost looked like a woman's cloak.

"Here." His soft smile appeared as he took her current cloak off, it was still soaking wet, and she had no idea how she hadn't passed out yet at this point. He placed the cloak over her freezing body, but it hadn't helped much.

Adira's clothes were still wet but she didn't want to show gratitude, so instead, "Thank you." She thanked him.

They both looked at the fire as the night grew colder, the snowflakes slowly stopped pouring out of the sky, and the wind grew rougher.

The following morning..

The birds were chirping and a bright sun reached through the whole forest. Adira's eyes opened in her surprise to see nobody but her lonely self. She leaned onto her arms as she looked around, the bag was still there, but Milo wasn't.

Adira took off her hood as she stood up, brushing off the leftover snow onto her cloak. Her dark hair was all over the place as it covered her perfect eyesight. Her scruffy clothing still hadn't dried, but the flaming sun focused on the smallest nature beings, including Adira.

The sparks of dust flew in the air as the snowflakes had vanished, instead, the only thing left was the pack of snow on the ground, leaves, and the cold air roaming everywhere. Adira's cheeks were rose-red as she still felt the same cold as she did last night.

Chills going down her spine, her toes slowly getting less and less blood flow, so did her fingers. "I see you're awake, how has-" Adira turned around as she took her stick out with sudden movement. "Still no trust huh." Milo grinned.

She lowered her stick as she was relieved, yet again. "Sorry, still not used to it." Milo's smirk slowly appeared as he came closer to Adira. "So, this is where we part ways huh." Adira says with a disappointed tone, but not too obvious, "I suppose."

Milo kneeled down as he grabbed his leather bag, "You can keep the cloak, a reminder of the person who saved you, who you by the way, still own." He nodded to the side as he looked at the red cloak, covered in small snowflakes.

"Thank you, Milo." Adira's smile slowly faded as she had the realization, she had to leave him. Even though there wasn't much attachment, it still was better to be with company, than to be alone.

But, even though it was lovely, Adira had to complete her task, and he couldn't come anyway. He had other plans, and so did she.

She looked into the distance as Milo slowly faded into the forest, she didn't know when he would be back; but she knew one thing, she was going to see him again, wasn't she?