𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

Fighting

They had eaten, they had cleaned up and now James was resting as she looked out the window.

He had done a good job of stitching her up, better than she expected.

There's more to him than what meets the eye, she thought, but that made him dangerous in her cards.

She had already been betrayed a few times to trust that easily.

After all she didn't even have to trust, like or bond with him.

He was just a package, a fragile package to be protected and delivered.

And that was what she intended to do.

Protect, deliver, get payed, forget.

That had been her moto for years.

It had never failed her.

And it wouldn't.

She thought back to her past adventures, the lives she had taken, the scars she had gained, the numbness that had settled inside her.

That was what she felt when she wasn't angry. Numb.

She preferred angry. Angry was raw, natural, real. Numb could be scary.

Not to her. Definitely not to her.
But it could be for other people.

She looked again out of her window.

At the small river that stretched out in front of her.

It was at a similar river that she had met her best friend, Rhea.

She winced at the painful memories.

She hated these memories.

Sometimes she thought it was good that she had this job. Tough, engaging, filled with fighting and adventure.

It distracted her, got her out of her head.

Out of thinking about her...out of thinking about him...

She clenched her fists and walked up to the bags with all the necessities for their trip.

She opened the door and carried them towards her car, opened the trunk and stuffed them inside, along with her weapons.

She sighed as she closed the trunk and looked up as the sun rose.

She entered the car and sat on the driver's seat, before turning on the radio.

A soft melody started playing and she layed back on her seat and closed her eyes to listen to it.

3 minutes had passed and there were no words, just music. A melody that escalated, just like her feelings.

She felt everything, past memories flooded her mind, her heart racing faster than before.

She saw Rhea.

Her soft strawberry blonde hair.

The melody slowed, as did her heartbeat.

That day at the river. When she first met her.

Green water and soft wind.

She was picking up herbs, and Tal was hunting.

Senses on alert, looking for the smallest movement.

A crunching sound.

A sudden move.

She was close to striking her with an arrow.

Her form coming into focus.

Soft freckles on her shoulders and a tunic that draped comfortably on her rather short stature.