My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

Liam waited until Maea was steady on her feet before releasing her, bending to pick up the crossbow he’d left lying on the ground. Quickly disarming it, he tucked the arrow back in the quiver, then slung both that and the crossbow strap over his shoulder before taking Maea’s hand in his. ”This way, I think,” he said, leading the way west.

Thankfully, the forest seemed inclined to smile on the couple today, because it seemed like it took no time at all before they arrived at a burbling section of the river. A few rocks out in the middle created small rapids, tiny waterfalls that made the most wonderful background noise. The trees, leaves in brilliant shades of emerald, hung over the water’s edge, keeping them in the shade. A gentle breeze blew in off the water, fluttering over the two humans and providing a refreshing burst of coolness.

It was a beautiful setting. Liam sat down the crossbow and quiver beneath a tree, then unbuckled his sword from his belt and lay that down beside them. Then he was tugging off his boots and socks, rolling up his pants, and wading into the shallows, turning to Maea with a crooked grin when he was ankle deep.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam