We're now on some more open land, shocking, and the sky remains dark, but the rain thankfully stopped. We're soaking wet. At least our hands are getting married again.
"We missed the wedding."
"What?"
I lift our hands in the air. He shakes his head. The wind is annoying today, my hair keeps going in my face.
"Do you know how to fight?"
I stare at him, trying to figure out how I should answer.
"Why?"
"Need to know if you can defend yourself if something happens."
"I can."
"How well?"
"Well enough."
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Fight me."
"Not again."
"Yes again."
"I refuse."
"Why?"
"I'm exhausted."
He abruptly stops walking. I almost fall on my face, but he pulls me back. Holding hands saves lives. We sit on the ground. The wet, mushy ground.
"We should get new clothes."
He nods.
"You're too mysterious."
"That was my goal."
"Why?"
"To stress you out."
"That's not very nice."
"I know."
"You should be nicer."
"Maybe." He shakes his head with a slight smile, watching the ground.
"You're a marshmallow."
"How?"
"You look interesting, but you're not."
He gives me a dirty face. It's been a while since I got one, I almost missed them.
"I'm very interesting."
"Then tell me something."
"I'm going to live longer than you."
"Give me a sword."
"Why?"
"I'm going to stab you."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
He looks at me confused for a while before handing me a sword. I get up and hold the sword out, pointing it at him and posing like I defeated my lifetime enemy. The dramatic effect of the weather helps a lot.
He gets up, gets the other sword and holds it towards me, the same way I am. We look like idiots, pointing swords at each other's feet. He actually points it towards me. I mock him.
"Did you know, ketchup can be used as medicine?"
"What's that?"
I smack the sword out of his hand, it lands on the ground. He seems dumbfounded.
"What is ketchup?"
He picks up the sword.
"Something humans made with tomatoes. They eat it with cooked potatoes and other stuff."
He's more confused now. If I keep talking about human things, I'll break him.
"Don't worry about it."
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The Runaway
Fantasy19-year-old Vivienne is taken away from her kingdom on a little trip gone wrong. What happens when she meets a mysterious man who won't tell her about himself or comes and goes as he pleases? Will she ever get back to her home or be stuck in this ki...
