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Ryesen sat on the roof of the old school building looking out over the grounds with detached distaste. Faeries and sprites flitted around on brightly colored wings. Whites, periwinkles, and such filled her vision until she was nearly sick. At that point, she turned her eyes up to the blissfully stormy sky. She waited patiently for the one she had called for. When she finally cast her eyes back down, she saw him. The tall, green eyed boy looked up at her and she raised an impatient eyebrow. He stood and long midnight blue hair fell in the tan girl’s face as she nodded for him to come to her side.
A pair of deep emerald green wings exploded from his back, tearing at the black fabric of his shirt. Ryesen picked the headband up off the roof with a smirk. Heavy boots landed at her side as she fixed the blasted thing in her hair. She held out her small hand and the boy helped her up. She nodded her thanks and Ashford waited in silence as she fixed her dress. “Where is Faine?” she said, finally looking up at him and the boy jerked too attention.
“Faine said she would be unavailable today. She mentioned a prior engagement with Emit.” He responded and she rolled her eyes. Faine could be so flighty and unpredictable. She was always late, busy, or wrong in some other way, yet when you needed her the most; she always appeared at your side. That was one of the reasons Faine and Ryesen were so close.
“So be it. I am going to class. You get on your way as well.” The young protector began to protest, but she would have none of it. “I am not an infant. I can make it the short way to class. Go.” She said and he left obediently.
Colton stood with Ashburn at the archery, attempting to teach the boy how to fire a bow. “Now, pull back. Carefully…careful!” The arrow went wild and Colton ducked. “That’s alright, Ashburn. Don’t worry. We’ll get it right if it kills you.” Colton said, impatiently. He ran a hand trough his short black hair with a deep sigh. Ashburn’s older brother was one of the best warriors in the land. How the same gene pool bred this same boy, Colton would never know.
Colton rolled his neck, and then looked at the red head with bland emerald eyes. How else could he explain this? Colton took the bow and an arrow form Ashburn and tried to smile. “Now watch.” Colton raised the bow and aimed. He pulled back and let the arrow fly. It landed straight in the center of the red bull’s eye and he nodded to himself. “Now, try again. Just try to hit the target this time.”
Red headed Ashburn blushed to the roots of his hair as he took the bow from his tutor. With his heart pounding in his ears, Ashburn took another arrow from the quiver on his back. He steadied his bow and pulled the string taut. Before he was ready, the arrow slipped and went flying. He heard Colton mutter another curse as quietly as he could and Ashburn looked at the ground silently. “I’m sorry.”
“Again.” Ashburn fitted another arrow.
Ryesen felt her wings start to emerge as she let her hands fall to her sides. “Oh, there you are, Ryesen!” An irritatingly high pitched voice called and Ryesen opened her deep blue eyes. She turned to the white haired pixie, aggravated. Bright blue eyes shone at the girl and Ryesen fought not to gag. A bright smile from behind plump pale pink lips exposed shinning white teeth, the kind only pixies had. Bright, baby pink wings accentuated in yellow rested against the pixie’s back, feathery and light.
The faerie would not wish this bright, joyous pixie on anyone for a moment. “Can I help you Afton, or have you simply come to annoy me?” Ryesen asked blandly. The pixie looked confused for a moment then let loose a laugh as light and bubbly as a river.
“Oh, you silly sprite, we have to get to class. If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late.” Afton said in a high-pitched voice that made Ryesen cringe. “Come on, or Aldrich will be on our case.” She continued and Ryesen sighed. She simply did not have time for this, as much as she would enjoy shooting down the pixie. A pair of translucent blue wings sprouted from the faerie’s back as she let herself fall off the rooftop. Afton smiled and flew after Ryesen.
Ashburn was shaking with nerves as he let loose another arrow and it just barely missed the target. “Better, again.” Colton said as gently as he could. Ashburn’s hand shook as he loaded another bow. He was so nervous in front of Colton. Colton was so powerful and sure of himself while Ashburn was weak and confused. He felt stupid and small next to Colton. “Come on.” Colton said impatiently.
Ryesen glided through the air, trying to escape the constant buzzing of the pixie’s wings .Afton chattered above her wings in a worse frequency and Ryesen touched her head, reminding herself she couldn’t burn the pixie to a crisp, tempting as the thought may have been. Ryesen looked back at Afton, baffled. All the faerie ever did was insult Afton, yet the sprite insisted on following her. It did not make sense.
“Look out!” some one screamed and Ryesen turned her eyes to the ground. Something metal flew through her peripheral vision and was followed by a sharp pain in her wing. She fell quickly, disoriented by the sharp pain. Her wings shimmered into nothingness as she fought to regain focus. Ryesen gasped for air as that damned pixie screamed. She couldn’t think straight as the pain numbed her entire shoulder blade. Only milliseconds later, another arrow in her leg made her scream. Needles of sharp, fierce, numbing pain shot through her body from her leg. Then, as if her attacker was not satisfied she was in enough pain, another arrow embedded itself between the bones of her forearm. Her world began to go black from the pain as she fought to stay conscious. She had not come this far to die.
“Damn it Ashburn. Could you at least pretend to aim?” Colton shouted, at his wit’s end with the boy. He flew up quickly to catch the girl who was plummeting helplessly. From the looks of it, she was close to passing out. He caught her and she began to fight him weakly. He continued to hold her, confused. She was a truly independent person. He held her closer to him so he would not lose his grip from how she beat on his chest.
He held the tiny tan girl against his chest as she finally passed out and her blood seeped down his arms, shirt and pants. He was struck silent by her beauty for a momentarily, until the pixie the girl followed down. “Is Ryesen alright?” she asked with an odd gleam in her shockingly bright blue eyes. The pixie made a show of disappearing her wings in a shower of daisies. To him, this display did not say destitute to him.
“She’ll leave.” He said quietly, turning away from the pixie. The girl’s white hair shone far too brightly for his dark eyes. “I’m taking her to the infirmary.” He continued, walking away, but the pixie stepped in front of him with a smile.
“I’ll take her. She is my best friend.” The girl said and he looked from her to the girl in his arms. Somehow, he doubted this faerie was friends with this pixie in the green floral green dress. He raised an eyebrow skeptically and she smiled flirtatiously. The pixie ran a finger down his arm, “Really, we’ll be fine.” She continued and he heard blood dripping onto the grass.
“No. Now, unless you want your friend to die of blood loss, move out of my way.” He said dryly and she moved, seemingly confused. “Ashburn, show the pixie to class.” Colton said dryly as he walked away and the nervous freshman obeyed quickly. He ignored the two voices in the background as he looked at the girl in his lightly tanned arms. Both his white shirt and old, torn jeans were stained with the weightless girl’s blood by the time he arrived at the infirmary.
“Jasa, get off your ass and come help me.” The dark man demanded as he placed the girl on one of the nondescript, white beds. He ran a hand through his hair, nervously as she twitched in her sleep and instantly regretted it. His hair was spiked with the girl’s blood and it bothered him greatly. To avoid the thought, he ran to Jasa’s door and pounded on it roughly. “Jasa, I said get out here.” When no response came, he grunted and went back to the girl’s side.
He sat in a chair and took her arm off of the table and into his lap to get a better grip on the arrow. He snapped the arrow above the skin and carefully removed any splinters so they would not stick in the wound. “I apologize.” He pulled out the arrow and a grimace crossed her face as she groaned. He winced at the noise before placing her arm back on the table. He looked to her bloody leg and gave deep sigh before calling for Jasa at the top of his lungs again. He truly didn’t want to hurt this girl anymore than she had already been hurt.
He moved his chair next to the bed and prayed the arrow had not gone through bone. He was as careful as he knew how to be as he moved Ryesen’s leg onto his own. He took off his shirt and tied it around the wound to sap up the extra blood. He snapped the arrow and she jerked in her sleep, whimpering. He was forced to pin the injured leg to keep it from jiggling. He slipped out the arrow and heard a wet, sickening snap that confirmed his fears. She screamed and Jasa finally came out of her room. The purple haired girl was half asleep when she caw the girl on the hospital bed. Her grey eyes opened wide as Colton looked up from wrapping his shirt around Ryesen’s leg.
“Colton, what happened?” she asked and he rolled his eyes. She moved to his side and he glared at her. Now, she decided to wake up. He reminded himself that what she had to do was far more stressful than what he had.
“Ashburn shot her. Now, please get over here and heal her. He broke on of her bones and she’s lost a lot of blood while you were sleeping.” Colton said and Jasa ran to the supply room, retuning with her hair tied up and in a white robe. Colton backed away without a word as Jasa knelt next to Ryesen. An airy white glow covered Ryesen’s arm as Jasa healed that first.
When Jasa moved to Ryesen’s leg, Ryesen began to twitch. “Hold her down Colton.” Jasa called and he obeyed. He held down the leg, until Ryesen’s entire body began to twitch. Colton was forced to pin her below his own body.When the purple haired girl was done doing what she could, she cleaned the wounds, splinted the leg and bandaged the arm with such gentile movements that the girl barely flinched. Colton marveled at this girl’s pain tolerance, the mere fact that she hadn’t been awakened by the pain was a testimate to that. As if on cue, Ryesen woke up as Colton began to dismount her.
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