The Silver In Her Eye

CHAPTER 4

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Chapter 4

"You don't seem very content," Lucian pointed out. In front of him the girl was pacing back and forth.

She just ignored him and continued pacing. "I never even caught your name," Lucian thought out loud.

To this she smirked, "Apparently they call me the Silver Eyed Pixie or something like that."

Lucian Stared at her in shock. This was the girl who was accused of being the Silver Eyed Pixie? And he was trapped in a cave with her? He gulped and smiled nervously. "I me-meant your re-real name?" he tried to act cool, but failed.

"Ah," she chuckled heartily, "Avreale."

"Avreale..." he said stretching it out and testing it thoughtfully, "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Please," Avreale snickered, "You really think that your charm will affect me? So sorry to disappoint."

"Darn," he said grinning. This girl, Avreale, did not seem guilty of doing the acts that the the Silver Eyed Pixie was accused of doing. But then again, everything is not always what it seems. Lucian hated that phrase so much. To him it meant that even if you knew people, you never really knew them. He hated that feeling.

Lucian glanced up to see that Avreale had finally stopped pacing, and was now settled in front of the fire, placing her hands in front of her, in attempt to warm them up. "So what exactly is the soon-to-be king of Tayl doing here in the middle of the woods?" She inquired, her sharp gaze settling on him.

"That, love, is a secret. Now it wouldn't be much of a secret of I told you, now would it?"

She pouted.

He smirked.

Shadows danced across the walls. The winds blew harshly outside and through the cracks between the log and the cave's entrance. The wind caused the fire to be a whip, lashing out harshly in different directions. Avreale huddled away, afraid of the fire. It reminded her of the dream she was always having. 2 years ago was the last time she had that dream. Now she had a different dream, one that was even more frightening.

"The fire isn't going to hurt you," her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She sent him a sharp glare, before resuming staring at the fire, willing it to lash out at her again.

Lucian took this time to take a better look at this Avreale girl. To say she was dirty would be an understatement. Her fiery red hair was a hot curly mess. Her skin was pale beyond belief, especially for someone who spent almost all of her time outside. As her eyes closed, Lucian finally noticed it.

The black eye patch that covered her right eye just confirmed the worst of his beliefs that Avreale was the Silver Eyed Pixie. Under the patch would be the silver eye.

Lucian shakily moved forwards, not completely aware of what he was doing. Avreale's breathing a settled in to a synchronized calm pattern. It was easy to tell that she was in a deep enough sleep.

He delicately traced his fingers softly up her neck and past her jaw bones. Her lips, pale and slightly chapped. Her cheeks were slightly hollow, probably from lack of food. Her nose curved upwards and was scattered in millions of freckles.

Up her nose, and between her eyes when he finally got to her right eye, covered by the eye patch. Using his right pointer finger, he slowly lifted up the eye patch, terrified that he would wake her.