Why not write?

First, They Meet.

Why not write  is a story that I had never had the courage to write until I had realized that there was nothing to lose in writing it. I knew that it would never take off like other stories, or be some spontaneous tale, adored by everyone who comes across it. It does make me feel good to have something of mine out in the world though. Like part of me was being shone out to anyone interested enough in reading it. Whatever.

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The girl awoke to a harsh throbbing behind her eyelids and a sharp pain where her head touched a pillow of some sort. She could feel her hair pulled in different directions and another person sitting near her. Without warning she threw open her eyes and tried to look around where she was laid. 

That was her first mistake. The light was too bright and she startled the person in front of her by calling out and jerking her body forward, pulling her legs to her chest and covering her eyes with her hands. 

"Oh, you're awake. Please, tell me how you're feeling. That wound on your head has to be hurting by now. Please, will you sit up? I won't hurt you." The voice that was soft and pleading belonged to a man. Damn, he must've picked me up to get me off of the floor. I shouldn't be here when... She wanted to go back to sleep. It had been dreamless and empty, which was better than pain or happiness, or any of the millions of emotions in the world. 

She felt a hand on her arm which caused her to sharply pull back. "Don't! Do not touch me." She tried to make her own voice steady, but it came out in raspy, sharp words that stayed close to silent on her chapped lips. Her eyes made up for what her volume lacked. The Circling dark green orbs flashed with anger, no, with fury and hatred when she saw the boys own eyes. Her whole body language read, stay away, and her hair curled on its own, wrapping itself around her arms and waist. 

He made no other move toward her or any attempt to speak to her again. He did seem to see her as someone who was not a danger, though. Her expression softened without her meaning to let it down. She felt weak all of a sudden, her neck unable to support her head. With no warning she fell forward, crying out as she twisted her lower body n the opposite direction causing her unbearable pain. "What-"

He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. He supported her head and she struggled to get away from him. "Hey," he said in a voice below a whisper. "I'm not going to cause any harm to come to you. I know that you were brought here against your own will and  want to help you to be free again. Please, rest. You are unwell."

She continued to fight him even as he put her again on the cushions. "I am not some animal, a bird with a broken wing who needs your care and attention- Ah!!" She called out as he caught her ankle.

"But you are hurt-"

"I am a powerful sorceress who needs no person belonging to mankind. You humans were my sisters downfall and I will wreck havoc on this place- Oww!" She called out again as he twisted lightly on the sprain. She was bluffing only too obviously and he had caught on.

"Let go of your foolish words. I know an Oh So Powerful Sorceress such as yourself, malady, would never allow herself to be captured in the first place. Now am I going to have to torture you further or will you behave while I treat you properly now that you're awake?" 

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Nemith's POV_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________