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I strolled down the worn cobble stone path, silent.

Marcurio and Janessa were quite a ways behind me, whispering to each other. I strained to hear what they were saying, only to hear an occasional name or two of someone I didn't recognize. I looked up to the pink evening sky, the sun fell behind the mountains, casting dark shadows. The breeze rustled the leaves, and composed a soft song of nature that could lull even the most stubborn giant to sleep.

"Tauri won't choose you."

I heard my name, and came to an abrupt halt. I turned around, hands on my hips.

"And what exactly are you talking about?" I asked, curious, and angry at the same time.

Marcurio and Janessa both looked at me with mouths wide open, and blushing.

"D-definitely not you, Tauri, " Janessa stuttered, " we'd never talk about you."

I stared at the both of them, thoughts of betrayal racing through my mind.

"Whatever." I replied, and continued walking.

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I thought to myself for several moments, wondering exactly what was going through their minds. I knew they were up to something, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

It was getting darker, and cooler. In the distance, fog loomed over the fields, covering everything in a soft, gray blanket of cloud.

I spotted a fallen log, and a small clearing up ahead, and started jogging slowly. I was tired. We had travelled all day, and my feet were sore, and my legs felt like jello. My companions probably felt the same way, because when we had stopped, they both fell to the ground, whimpering.

I gathered some smaller branches from the fallen log, and arranged them in a small pile, encircling them with stones and dirt. I conjured a small flame in my hand, the warmth easing my soreness and coldness. I lit the small branches, illuminating the entire clearing.

I rid myself of my light armor, leaving myself in a small hide tunic, that barely covered my thighs. I folded my armor, and neatly stuffed it in my bag. My bow and quiver of arrows lay next to my bag.

"Marcurio, shouldn't we just go to sleep?" I asked, extremely drowsy.

"Yes, let's set up a tent, and some hide blankets. He sat up slowly, groaning.

"Here, allow me," I said softly," let me help you."

I grabbed his rough hand, and pulled up. I must have pulled up too hard though. The next thing I knew, I fell to the ground, backwards, with an apprentice mage on top of me.

"Tauri," he whispered in my ear," I could lay here all night."

I didn't answer.

"Can you not breathe?" He asked, moving down slightly, his head still lying on my abdomen.

I listened to his breathing, because for some odd reason, it was comforting.

I began to twirl his long, raven black hair between my fingers, earning a small moan from him.

"Tauri," he whispered my name, earning himself a small tug at his hair.

"Marcurio, what were you talking about earlier," I sat up, still playing with his hair.

He sighed, and looked at me, as if trying to think of an excuse.

I pushed myself up off the ground, standing up. I dusted myself off, dust and grass flying everywhere.