Playful Skirmishes of Trust

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Zephyr's POV

When the girl awoke, I half-expected gratitude for saving her from the treacherous stream. However, as her eyes focused and she realized our proximity, panic replaced any semblance of appreciation. Her eyes widened, and a torrent of questions erupted.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where is Hannah? Where is Mom? You!! You must have kidnapped me!" she accused, her small frame trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

"Calm down, hey! Hey! I didn't kidnap you. Remember, you were stuck in the stream, and I saved you," I reassured her, my tone gentle.

"Oh..." she muttered, seemingly processing the situation.

Curiosity piqued, I asked for her name, but she remained silent. Undeterred, I inquired about how she ended up in this remote jungle. Her response revealed a harrowing tale of soldiers attacking her family and her desperate flight to escape their brutality.

"I don't know where, but I ran. And then I don't remember getting in the stream," she concluded, her voice carrying the weight of recent trauma.

As she recounted the horrors she faced, every muscle in my body tensed with anger. The mere thought of someone causing harm to my small, vulnerable mate ignited a rage within me. Under my breath, I muttered, "How could anyone even think of harming a five-year-old?"

The girl, in a surprisingly offended tone, corrected me, "HEY! I'm 7."

I frowned, genuinely surprised, and remarked, "But you're so tiny; you don't look one day older than a 5-year-old human."

"Don't! Don't make fun of me! I'll hit you," she retorted.

Smiling, I teased, "You won't."

In response, she launched herself at me, attempting to slap the towering figure that made no effort to defend himself against her tiny, determined assault. The moment felt oddly surreal, the girl's spirited resistance a stark contrast to the weighty responsibilities that usually occupied my days as the leader of the supernatural realm. Despite the tumultuous circumstances that brought us together, a fleeting sense of amusement touched the edges of my stern facade.

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