Lire P.O.V
The steady breeze felt cool against my face as I waited upon the small cliff's top, the full moon shining brightly. He told me that he would tell how he felt about me, and I had to hear. It would be better than having to wait forever in agony, agony of never knowing whether this love was one-sided, like most. As I waited, I began to go through a few moments in my head, such as the first time we met, and a few days ago. My mind was in such turmoil. . .
One day ago, two days ago, this day, or a week, I wasn't sure. I was sure, however, that my feelings may have started to become like this the day we first met him.
Our group, which consisted back then, of only me, Elesis, and Arme, was small, and we didn't get that well along, for awhile at least. Oftentimes, I was the mediator of the group, for the knight and the magician would often get into fights. That time, though, we were heading to the Elven Forest, for we had to pass through it in order to reach the Gorge of Oath, and the kingdom of Kanavan.
I could tell another argument was about to start, so I tried to divert the attention. "This forest, guys, it reminds me of my home."
"It must bring back memories, doesn't it?" Arme had asked. Indeed it did.
However, before I could respond, there was a loud howl, filled with pain and rage. Out of the bushes came a wolf. We prepared to defend, but instead of attacking, the wolf began to morph. It morphed into that of a young forest elf.
He held a large ax in his both his hands, and numerous cuts scored his body.
"A werewolf?!" Arme cried.
"No, it's a druid," I whispered. "They were often talked about as being those that protect nature, and can turn into a creature of nature itself. I had thought them to be myth, but now, seeing one with my own eyes. . ."
"Please. . . Help. . ." the young elf struggled to say. "The forest. . . Attacked. . ." Then he fainted.
"Oh, no," I said, before running over to him. It seemed he was hurt more than I could see, as there were some bruises along one arm and on his back, which also housed a large gash.
Arme was by his side immediately. "Lire, can you stay here and keep him safe, and bandage his woulds? Elesis and I will check to see what happened."
I was a bit skeptical about leaving Arme and Elesis by themselves to deal with whatever was in the forest, but I agreed. Something about this druid made me want to stay near him.
As the two left, I took out some bandages and water, to clean his wounds with. He woke up as I was cleaning the cut on his back, and he let out a loud cry.
"Sorry!" I yelped, and immediately backed away, but he said,"N-No, sorry 'bout that." He struggled to stand as I examined him a bit.
The druid had wild, orange, spiky hair, as if he had never combed it before. It stuck out in numerous places, and had some dirt in it, but that was from lying in the ground. His eyes were a piercing emerald green, and I felt as if I could just stare into them forever. I noticed that despite his age, he seemed to have quite a toned body. For some reason, I felt myself blush, but shook it away.
"What happened?" I asked, and looked down when I realized he was staring at me.
"A troll. . . It attacked out of nowhere, and took me by surprise," he answered. "I only managed to escape because I turned into a wolf and ran."
I took in a quick breath. A troll? Would Elesis and Arme defeat it?
"Um. . ." the druid said, interrupting my thoughts. "Can you. . . bandage me up? I hurt all over." He let out a nervous chuckle.
