-ammaria's point of view-
when i woke up i still couldnt believe what happend last night. then i noticed i wasnt in bed, that it wasnt just a nightmare like always . "wait, that means Aralon was real too.." quickly i tried to find my daggers, they were gone. " dammit , how could i be so stupid!" i mumbled. then suddenly someone said hi, i jumped up and looked around, there he was, Aralon, with his bright green eyes and a cute ,but worried smile on his face . " how are ya ?" he asked and he gave me my daggers. when i answerer i was fine , he called me a liar. i looked at him really confused, not understanding him and he pointed at where an arrow hit me last night. right, i was a little bit injured i remembered. he directly told me to show him the wound so he could clean it. " why are ya so nice to me? " i asked. and ofcourse, he winked and i didnt get a serious answer: " oh , a dangerous beauty like you would kill me if i wasnt " .
i smiled evil " good that u know rule 1 already" and he blushed. then he said we had to get serious and make a plan. at first he said he would leave me alone in the first safe town we would find but after a lot of nagging i fixed we would keep travelling together.
-Aralons point of view-
" sooooo, whats the plan beautiful?" i asked. she thought for a few seconds and came up with something, " i think". she said, "we should warn the other villages and start our journey to make an end to peoples sufferings ourselves" and that was how our journey began, we packed our stuf, i took 2 apples out of my bag, gave one to amma and kept one for myself. we started walking in a random direction and ate in silence. it didnt take long before we reached the first village, we were to late for this one. only some ruins of houses were left. in only 3 seconds , amma's mood ( which was actually kinda good after a cruel night) switched to a really sad one, she got quiet, and walked around between the corpses , looking at each one with tears in her eyes. suddenly she stopped by one. it was a small girl , and i would guess from age 5, amma told me to come and i slowly walked to her. then i saw it, this wasnt a dead body, this girl, was still alive, injured, but alive and at that moment ammas eyes started sparkling. the girl was crying , it was a miracle she was still alive. " mommy? " the girl cried... "shh, stay quiet little one , u will be okey , we will take care of u for atleast now " calmed amma the girl down. we asked the girl for her name , and while i took her in my arms, she told us she was called Luvena. i wasnt sure but i thought it meant little beloved one, i couldnt remember which language though, maybe i would remember later. while we walked away from the destroyed town, amma took luvena by the hand and covered the eyes of the little girl. she has seen more then a 5 year old should have seen, so we didnt want her to see those ruins and bodys, which were once her home and family , any longer.
