Max POV
I wake up to the sound of chirping. I look around, all I saw was woods. Plain old woods. I check my pockets for anything but I only find a crumpled up piece of paper that says: Max. Max Nightingale.
I look around once more to see who else is there, I saw no one. I heard yelling.
"HELP!" It sounded like a girl but i dont judge. I run to the sound of the voice and see a 16 year old looking girl, with hazel eyes and Carmel hair. She looked at me and showed me a deep cut on her leg. I looked around for supplies, All i see are sticks and trees. I looked up seeing the sun has already set. I grabbed some big leaves tied it around her cut and used the sticks to support her. I smiled at her and nodded. "You're gonna be fine..." i said softly. She had a crumpled up piece of paper as well, she said "My name is...Zoë King" I looked at her. It seemed like I was staring. She lifted her chin in a cautious way. "What are you doing" she glared as well. I shook my head. "N-Nothing" She looked up. I did as well. It was night, we were vulnerable in the middle of the woods. She took my hand and ran. I have to admit, she
was pretty fast.
We stopped at the edge of the wood. She flipped her hair. "Thanks" I said, She looked up and down at me. "Heh. You may have looks and strength,
But that wont help you." I looked surprised. She was limping while we were walking on a vast road. It was empty, it felt....weird.
The night was slowly fading. We kept on walk, Zoë stops all of a
sudden. "Shut up." She said sternly, she looked around. "What.......the..." An arrow comes between us out of nowhere.....
YOU ARE READING
Nightingale's tale
FantasyStuck in the woods......With a girl my age....there is too much stuff..... My name is Max nightingale. Her name is Zoë King. Is there still time left for......? Read to find out what....It is...
