My Little Love (Discontinued)

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I kept taking glances at Flynn. He sat there, rubbing his nose and mumbling about how 'it hurts'.

"Wait," I stopped him by grabbing his arm, all I could see of his face was his wide eyes because his hand was held close to his nose, covering his features, "if your nose is irritated then you shouldn't rub it so hard."

"Yeah, I know, I just have a sensitive nose," he shrugged, "it'll be fine."

"Okay," I said hesitantly. I went back to looking out the carriage, watching the trees disappear and new ones replacing them.

"Are you looking out there for a reason? I mean, if you dropped something back there then I don't think you could get it back," Flynn spoke up from beside me.

"No, I'm just worried," I confessed with a sigh and started chewing at my nails.

"Why are you worried?" He asked.

"The bea-werewolves. The werewolves," I corrected myself. "They're out there."

"They won't be near us unless they're looking for something. They don't like cutting off the carriages, especially when the boat is coming in," Flynn reassured me.

"Are you sure you can trust them?" I asked.

I grew up thinking of the beasts as monsters. Wild and vicious animals. Mama told me stories of the wars created by them, the killings they did.

The things they did to get power over the humans.

"Of course! Amoret, you can trust me and if I trust them then you can too," Flynn told me, grinning. His voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Thank you, Flynn," I smiled back at him, "you've been helpful, more than you know."

"The werewolves aren't that bad and I'm sure you'll be able to figure that out for yourself."

"You should sleep, Flynn, it's almost midnight," I told him. It was late, I was falling asleep myself but I knew I had to stay on my task. Get to France and go see Macia.

"Okay, Amoret, thanks!" Flynn leaned back in his seat, arms folded behind him. I went back to looking out of the carriage, trying my best to ignore Flynn's snoring throughout the night.

I didn't want to wake him when we got to the boat. The driver was heading that way with the rest of the passengers, I paid for Flynn's ticket onto the boat.

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"Flynn," I said as I shook him awake.

"Training doesn't start for another hour, Jack," Flynn mumbled, turning his head away from me, "let me sleep."

"Flynn," I tried again, "what are you talking about? It's time to go, it's our stop."

He looked back, squinting at me, "Amoret?"

"Yes, it's me. Come on-" I pointed to the driver glaring at us through the small window, "he's getting mad, we're the last ones on."

"Oh, Amoret!" Flynn jumped up out of his seat, shoving his hat on his head and practically flying out of the carriage. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," I told him. We began walking, it was nearly morning and the sun was beginning to come up, it was easy to see the trail. I followed Flynn as he pointed to buildings and people, telling me who and what they are.