Collision

Part 12

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Days went by, and very fast, I must say.

Peter kept practicing sword fighting with the Chief, and was surprisingly good at it.

Fira, however, was stuck day after day, mending the soldiers capes. A job she hated. Though she couldn't move from the hard wooden chair, Peter would sometimes come in the tent and make her laugh.

It was getting colder outside, now that it was almost winter, and so day in and day out, the capes had to be mended. One guy gave his cape to Fira to mend, then went out to hunt, and came right back, holding the cape in one hand which was now-well, I don't really know what it was anymore. It was his only chance to go see Fira.

Yes. You got it. He wanted to see her ALL THE TIME.

One morning, Fira was mending a cape when Peter walked in, really bored. Fira laughed. "You bored too? " Peter nodded and walked over to the chair next to Fira. "Um you probably don't want to sit there-" Fira began but it was too late. Peter sat down, right on Fira's pins. "Ow! " He yelped as he sprung out of the chair. Fira laughed.

Peter pushed the pins onto the floor in annoyance and slumped down with a sigh. He yelled again. "This chair is stiff! " He complained. Fira laughed again. "This just isn't your day, is it? " "Ha, I guess not. " Peter replied with a chuckle.

Fira bent down again over the cape. Peter looked at her for a moment, then poked her in the side. "Fira gasped and giggled, dropping her needle and the cape. "Goodness your ticklish! " Peter laughed. "Ach stop it Peter! " Fira smiled. She picked up the cape again. Peter poked her arm. When Fira jumped up and glared, he sprung up and ran out of the tent laughing. "Get back here ya little rascal!" Fira laughed.

A few minutes later, Peter slowly snuck back and sat down. He smirked at Fira.

Suddenly, Eric, the crazy kid who liked Fira walked in with his cape. "Hey Princess, will you fix this for me? " He asked, trying to flirt, though he was failing miserably. Fira sighed and rolled her eyes. "I all ready did twice, and I am not your princess. " Eric laughed and sat down next to Fira, Just a little bit too close. Fira was obviously uncomfortable. She cringed and scooted over.

Eric looked over at Peter. "Who are you? " He asked arrogantly. Peter glared. He hated this guy all ready. "Peter Hansen. " "Is that so? " Eric said, looking Peter up and down, and staring at him like he was dirt. Peter did not answer. "Why are you here?" Eric asked, quite rudely. Peter sighed, trying to contain his anger which was about to bubble over like boiling water in a pot.

"Fira answered for him. "He is here to keep me company. " She said. Eric smirked. "Why? " Peter stood up, the pot now boiling over. He clenched his fists. "Because I love her! " He yelled. Fira gasped. Eric smirked.

Suddenly a whirlwind surrounded him, and the blue screen appeared infront of him. This time it dragged him right through it. Fira screamed and jumped up hoping to grab him. It was too late. Peter disappeared. "He's gone! " she screamed. Eric laughed. Fira screamed again and marched up to Eric. Angrily, she slapped him across the face, wiping his rude laugh right off. "I wish that was you just now." She said coldly.