Part 10

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"I almost have it! " Fira announced as she hung by her arm from the large apple tree. She hooked a leg around a branch to steady herself as she reached out for a large juicy apple.

Peter stood impatiently waiting at the trunk of the tree watching. "Are you sure this is worth it? " He unsuridly called up to Fira.

"Of course it is ya idiot. "

Peter laughed as Fira lost her grip on a branch and nearly slipped. She glared at him as she grabbed ahold of a stronger branch. "Watch out little one. " Peter taunted. "I'm going to kill you after I give you this apple."Fira said as she leaned over. "Ha" Peter smirked. "As if. "

He was about to climb up after her when she yelled, "I've got it! " Peter looked up to see Fira grinning down at him and holding the apple in hand.

She threw it down just so it hit him in the head. "Ow!" Peter yelped and picked up the apple.

Fira grinned wickedly. "Now, I kill ya. "

"Oh yea, I am so sca-ahhh! " Peter yelled as Fira jumped out of the tree onto him, pinning him to the ground. "Hey!? " Peter shouted. Fira laughed. " I know your ticklish spot. " she sang happily. "What? No! " Peter screeched.

Fira pulled his arms up above his head and pinned them down. She began to tickle Peter just below his ribs. "Peter laughed uncontrollably, making Fira laugh. Then he stopped and wrestled his arms out of Fira's grip.

Fira screeched as Peter flung his arms out and started tickling her stomach. She rolled of of him, trying to make her escape when Peter grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back.

They stood closer than meant to, and they stood a little embarrassed, looking at each other. Fira blushed and looked away. Peter let go of her wrist. He blushed slightly too and then laughed. "Are we going to eat this apple?" He smirked as he held it up. Fira giggled and grabbed the apple from him. "Now that I have my apple, you have to go get yourself one. "

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Peter stared around at the trees bending their knees to the breeze as if bowing to a King. They themselves were mysterious. Almost like they were alive. Well they are of course. But they seemed "Alive"

Fira noticed him staring and laughed. "It's rude to stare at people. " She smirked.

"Huh? " Peter asked suddenly turning to Fira suddenly. "People? " Fira smiled. "Kind-of people. " She glanced away. "But that's another legend for another day. She began to walk away, leaving Peter to stare in wonder at the trees. Suddenly realizing Fira walked away he ran ahead trying to catch up.

"You are really mysterious. " Peter said as he finally caught up to her side. Fira smirked. "I can easily say the same for you. " "Your like a mythical goddess or something. " Peter muttered.

Fira started laughing her earth crumbling laugh. She was doubled over holding her stomach and giggling uncontrollably.

Peter started to blush. "I didn't mean it like that so-so don't get the wrong idea. " He shuddered, shyly. Fira stopped laughing long enough to stand up and look at Peter with a straight face for 2 seconds. Then she continued tearing the forest with her  laugh.

Peter rolled his eyes and continued into the forest. Not so clever idea. Reason 1. He did not know the forest well. Reason 2. He was holding Fira's sword.

Fira did not notice him leave, but when she stopped laughing and noticed that he was gone, she immediately got up and looked for footprints.

" Ug! He is such an idiot!" She yelled. "He doesn't even think about anything long enough to expect danger! "

Terrible enough, most of the area around her was rock, so there was no way Peter would have left foot prints. Fira sighed and sat down, resting her head on her hands. "What do I do now? " She thought to herself. She tried to concentrate but she had gotten so tired that it was difficult. She stood up. "I have to find him before the great Tarkic Beast does. " she thought. Now she was getting frightened. She reached over for her sword. Gone. She gasped remembering that she handed it to Peter earlier. "He has my sword. " She thought. She wanted to scream. "What now?"

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