I zip the leather jacket up to my neck before stepping around the corner. The black leather jeans I was given fits me perfectly and the boots reaches up to my knees. I stand before the small lady and she takes in my appearance.
"Now, you look nothing like a princess," she says proudly and I give her a small smile. "Let's just hope that jacket keeps you warm on your journey."
"Journey where?" I ask. I was saving that question for the prisoner but he doesn't seem to be here.....
"North."
I turn around to see the prisoner carrying what looks like a map in his hands.
He stops in front of me and his eyes rakes over my body.
I cross my arms uncomfortably. "What's north? North is the way back to the palace."
The prisoner meets my eyes and shakes his head. "That's south. Heading back there is just running back into trouble. North is our destination."
"I'm afraid I only have one horse to offer you two on your journey," the lady says with a frown. "My last two visitors took two extra horses for some reason."
"That's fine," the prisoner says, filling bags with food. "We'll take it off your hands."
For the past few minutes, we packed food and things we would need before loading everything onto the horse. The prisoner boosts me up onto the horse and I grab the rope.
Looking back I watch as all the elves stand outside of the small cabin. The lady stands in front of them with a smile.
"Be safe," the lady says. "Watch your surroundings."
"Thank you," I said.
As we head through the mountains, I watch as the sun starts to peek above the tip of the mountains. The prisoner leads the way on foot and I couldn't help but stare at his wings.
So dark and beautiful.
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The wind seemed to settle down and the birds starts to circle around the tall trees around us. I look behind me as the mountains start to look smaller.
By the looks of the trees, I can tell we're almost near the Waterfalls of Memories. Legend has it that the waterfalls are cursed with both heart warming and heart wrenching memories of others. Most people go there to see for themselves and come back traumatized.
I make the horse pick up her speed until we are side by side with the prisoner. "Prisoner?"
He doesn't answer me. He stares straight ahead and I try again to get his attention.
"Prisoner?"
"That's not my name," he says.
"I know. But until you tell me your name, that's the only name I can come up with."
"That's a lie," he says still not looking at me. "You could have said Mister. Or rescuer. I DID rescue you, ya know."
I roll my eyes. "Then why don't you tell me your name then?"
"Because that's not the way to ask a person for their name," he says. "I'm sure you was taught some manners growing up in a palace."
"I did not grow up in a palace," I retort. "Maybe you should do more research on your rulers and the royal family."
He doesn't say anything and I look straight ahead. After a few minutes go by, I sigh.
"Can I please know the name of my rescuer?" I ask.
The corner of his mouth curls up in a smile and I roll my eyes.
"That was cute," he said. "But I would like for you to call me your rescuer instead, Amma."
I roll my eyes and make my horse speed up her pace so that I'm ahead of him.
But that doesn't hide the redness of my cheeks.
