Collision

Part 9.

A month passed and it seemed as if Peter would never go back. At least most of that what because of him. He didn't want to go back. Something had changed. This seemed to make his life more exciting. Here's something crazy. Sometimes he thought about going home, but it made him feel disgusted so he would stop thinking about it.

Something else crazy? He was finding himself liking to be with Fira.

Peter sat down by his little house in the village sharpening his sword. He had gotten way better at using it since the first time in the field.

Noticing that he had broken the rock he was using to sharpen the sword, he irritatedly dropped it and looked around for another. The ground was bumpy and the grass was tall so it was hard to find a good stone. He shuffled through the grass hoping to find a good rock when suddenly he felt a sharp pain as a rock fell down and hit his head.

Confused, Peter pickled up the rock and looked around him. Nobody. Maybe this was just someone's idea of a joke. He thought as he sat back down and continued to scrape the life out if his sword.

He was just about to get the other side of the blade when the rock broke again. Peter groaned in annoyance. He leaned over, noticing another good rock when another rock fell on his head.

By now, Peter was getting mad, and he was tired of sitting in the heat of the afternoon, left in misery to sharpen his sword. He jumped to his feet and turned around, ready to through the rock at whoever was being so annoying. He yelled "OK, that's it-" To his astonishment, Fira stood doubled over laughing behind him.

"It was you! " He yelled in exasperation as he dropped the rock. He had to admit. He was glad it was her. Imagine if he threw that rock at the Chief.

Fira laughed and sat down holding up another rock. "Need another rock? " She chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes and brushed his hair back.

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Fira's P. O. V.
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Peter brushed his hair back and stared out at the mountain.

I looked over at him. His green eyes glowed majestically as he watched the silent still beast of a mountain. His hair blew gently in the wind, caressing his face. I watched as he sighed and looked over at me and smiled. That smile. It was so-

I blushed and turned away.

Peter suddenly said, "Wanna go back up into the woods by the mountain?"

"Yes! "I said jumping to my feet. Realizing I sounded a little too eager, I giggled, but then realized that sounded goofier.

Peter picked up his sword, slid it into his scabbard and then took my hand. My body tensed up. "Why do I keep doing this? " I thought. I losened my hand in his slowly hoping he didn't notice. It was almost as if it felt weird holding his hand. I had done it many times before but this time was different.

Peter trudged up the path, pulling me behind him as we headed for the mountain. I felt him tense up as we walked past my Father. I giggled to myself. He is still scared of the Chief.

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The two walked over to Fira's house so she could get her sword. She grabbed it but then walked into the corner seeming to look for something else. She pulled out a beautiful bow, string tightly attached. Curved designed were etched around the curves of the bow.

Fira held it in her hand and grinned at Peter before slipping a quiver of arrows over her shoulder. She slung the bow over her shoulder and across her back also, and it curved across her back perfectly. She smiled as she picked up the sword and walked out the door to Peter.

"Ya didn't know I had that did you? " she smiled. He grinned and once again took her hand.

The walked into the woods ready for adventure.

Fira ran past Peter into the woods happily. Peter smiled. She really enjoyed the woods. It was her home. Her joy. Peter walked over to her.

"How come you get so excited when you walk into the woods? "

"Well have you heard of the legend behind these woods? " Fira said, watching a couple doves play.

Peter shook his head.

"Well let me tell it to you."Fira said as she sat down on a rock. Peter sat down in front of her, eager to hear a story. Even better, a legend.

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There once was a wise and fair King. He was not loved by all though. In fact, for some reason, he was hated. It was like this all his life. He was an outcast among his classmates. He was not good looking, and was more smart, more clever, and better at ball games. It was a terrible reason to hate him, but they did. Then when he became King, everybody hated him even then. They looked at how he was on the outside. They couldn't see the inside. They couldn't see that he was a kind, lonely young man who wanted at least one friend. Even though he never had a friend, he cared about everyone else. He wanted to make it so everyone else could have a good friend. So everyday, he would send kids, men, women into corners of this forest to get to know each other. To become friends. The now call this forest the way to friendship.

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Fira sighed. "I have never had real friends. All the girls made fun of me because I was different. So I tried to hang out with the boys. They didn't want any girls in their clubs, or playing in their games. See they all looked at the outside, when they could have gotten to know the girl hiding on the inside."

Fira looked away trying not to cry. "My first friend was you. And I met you here in these woods. " Fira choked on a sob and sniffed. She didn't want to cry in front of anyone. She rarely told anyone her feelings. She kept it locked away. But somehow, she felt at ease telling Peter.

"I come here to make friends. " she concluded, wiping the tears away. Fira did not look back at Peter. "Here I go making a fool of myself. " She thought.

Peter was touched. A tear nearly rolled down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. Standing up, he slowly walked over to Fira. He kneeled down beside her and looked her in the eyes. "You are my first friend too. " He said with a smile. He held out his arms to her. Fira smiled through her tears and fell into his arms. She cried as they embraced. It seemed to her a stupid thing to cry about but she couldn't stop. Peter wiped away a tear from Fira's face and smiled to her.

Fira smiled back, and Peter helped her to her feet. "That was a beautiful story Fira. " he said. Fira laughed to herself and blushed, suddenly embarrassed.

The two friends began to continue into the forest knowing more than when they entered.

Wow this was a long chapter! Thanks for reading, this chapter just came in little bits and pieces to me as I was writing it. :) I hope you guys liked it!