I wake up with sun. Sitting up, I realize that Ethan is making breakfast.
"Morning," he says grimly.
"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.
"We are being followed."
He points above the trees and, not that far from here, is smoke rising.
"We better get going as soon as we finish eating," I say.
We eat in silence for fear of the people hearing us. Then, we set off.
"Where exactly are we going?" I whisper to Ethan.
"We are going to the Southern Water Village," he whispers back.
"Why?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"Because you need to be trained and the Southern Water Village is the farthest village from the palace. So it'll be easier to train you in secret and find someone who can actually have the patience to train you," he teases.
"Shut up!" I poke him. "I'm an absolute angel!"
"Elliot, be quiet," he whispers.
"Don't tell me to be quiet, Ethan," I fire back.
"No, seriously shut up," he whispers frantically.
Seeing how serious he is, I actually shut up.
He turns to me with wide eyes, "Wolves."
My eyes go wide as well.
He makes a sign to follow him and puts his finger to his lips, signing for me to be as quite as possible.
I nod to show that I understand.
Before we start walking, I grab my dagger and clutch it.
Silently, Ethan and I maneuver through the woods.
Silently, until I step on a stick.
It cracks and I flinch.
Ethan glares at me.
"Sorry," I mouth.
He turns back around and we start walking again. Just as we think we are in the clear, three people jump out from behind trees. They surround us with swords in their hands.
Ethan and I jump so that we are back to back. Both of us hold our weapons.
"Who are you?" the man directly in front of me sneers at me.
"Calm down, Frederick," the man to my right says. "You're going to scare the pretty girl."
Despite being trapped, a blush still forms on my face. I try to ignore it.
"Aww look, Frank," Frederick says to the man on my right, "she's blushing."
I glare at the man named Frederick.
"Enough chit chat," the man in front of Ethan says. "Let's get down to business."
"What business do you have with us?" Ethan sneers.
"We have a deal to propose," the man answers calmly.
"We don't want to make any deals with you," Ethan fires at the man.
"You may-" the man is cut off from a person jumping down from a tree.
"Leave them alone, Finnick," the new man says.
The other men seem to back off a little when he says this.
"Why should I?" Finnick asks.
"Because I said so," the man says simply.
Finnick turns to Ethan, "You're lucky that Weston was here to save you. Next time you won't be so lucky."
He grins a sickly sweet smile before leaving with Frederick and Frank.
The man turns around and I see that he is most likely no older than eighteen or nineteen. He has light brown hair and blue eyes. After one look, I want to melt. He is so handsome.
"Why are you traveling alone?" he asks us. "You're so young."
"We're not that young!" Ethan protests.
"How old are you?" Weston asks.
"I'm eighteen," Ethan says, "and Elliot is-how old are you, Elliot?"
I step out from behind him. Weston looks at me and we both just stop.
"I'm sixteen," I break the silence.
I glance over at Ethan and he is fuming.
What's wrong with him?
When I turn back to Weston, he's still staring at me.
"I'm Weston," he says, almost in a daze, "I'm nineteen."
"Well," Ethan says, "thanks for saving us, but we must be going."
"Where are you going?" Weston turns his head to Ethan.
Ethan sighs and explains our situation to Weston.
"Let me help," Weston says, once Ethan is finished. "I know a woman who can restore your memory, Elliot."
I internally sigh when he says my name. He's so cute.
"That's ok," Ethan speaks for me.
"Why don't you let her speak for herself?" Weston suggests.
"Yeah," I answer. "I can handle making my own decisions, Ethan."
I turn to Weston, "I would love it if you went with us."
Weston smiles and Ethan glares.
"This way," Weston leads us.
"I don't trust him," Ethan whispers to me.
"You just don't like him because he can scare a band of old men away and you can't," I reply.
I walk forward and stand next to Weston.
"So," I say.
"So," he answers.
We both laugh.
"You're a Waterlord, right?" I ask him.
"How did you know?" he teases.
"I'm sidekick," I joke.
His eyes widen, "Really?"
"No, I could tell because you're name starts with a w," I answer, holding in my laughter.
"I knew that," he blushes.
Aww!
"So, how did you scare off those guys?" I ask.
"It's a long story," he replies cautiously.
"We've got time," I answer, smiling.
"I don't know," he answers.
"You don't have to, Weston," I tell him. "I was just curious."
He smiles, "I know. Brace yourself, though, because it's a long story."
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Fantasy*WARNING: I WROTE THIS AT THIRTEEN* Elliot is an Earthlord who lives in the land of Kimwaë. Kimwaë is a land where lords occupy everywhere. Each lord has a North, South, East, and West village and the main lord types are Firelords, Earthlords, Water...
