The forest is still. Not a footstep to be heard, not rustled in the trees to be seen. Everything is silent, and slumber has taken over for the night. For all except one. Fey, a young boy with vibrant green eyes, perfect golden brown hair, and wears an outfit fit only for such a boy. His pack containing the arrows and his bow slung to his back trembles to the quick movement as he dashes through the woods, making his way across the darken terrain. The plants and the trees around him appear to bend out of his way, making his travel easier. He takes a glance behind his shoulder, only to sprint faster.

"Goddammit, how could it be this fast? This wasn't bloody supposed to happen," he huffs, hiding behind a tree. He scans across the woody forest, seeing nothing but vegetation. He reaches to his arrows slung behind his back, and grabs a golden one. Fey sets the arrow on his bow, and prepares himself. His hands quivered ever so slightly, and the sweat on his forehead slides down to his cheek. "Dammit, where are you?"

He hears a snap to his right, whirls around, and starts sprinting in that direction. He hears another crack, and spins to his right. "I've got you now, dammit," he breathes. Fey's hands shake harder than before, as he readies his bow.

"Oi, don't shoot -" the voice says, but Fey's instincts shoot into his brain, and he releases the arrow. The person yelps in pain, and he tilts his head to the right.

"Idiot! I'm just a passing traveler! No need to shoot me!" A tall girl walks into his sight. She has bright red hair and bright red eyes, almost like fire. She's wearing a black cloak and barely visible is her deep blue clothes underneath. Her cloak is slightly ripped where Fey shot her, a little trickle of blood can be seen sneaking out and getting soaked up by the cloak. "Oh great, now I have to wash this thing again! You know how hard it is to wash something that keeps you hidden in a crowd! Why did you have to go and shoot me like that?"

Fey looks at her hesitantly. "I thought you were a creature who I was hunting. I didn't sense your heat waves and only assumed you as the threat," he says. "How bad did I hurt you?"

She looks down at the wound. "Not that bad. I just… No one can know who I am. I have to get changed somehow. Do you know where the closest market is?"

Fey shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't. I can only assume that it's in the direction for whence I sprang from," he says. He flicks his hand, and the arrow appears from behind the girl and into his hand. He places his arrow back into his pack and starts walking in the opposite direction. "I hope you find your market."

She looks at him with playful eyes. "I hope you have fun shooting down some other lovely ladies. Well I got to clean up this mess," she motions towards her cut on her arm.

"Oh, I will. And trust me, they will be better worth it than you are," he says, looking back at her. "And I hope that you have fun cleaning up your mess."

"Well aren't you such a charmer." She starts walking away before turning back towards Fey again. "The name's Ember. Don't forget it. I'll be famous someday." With that, she continues walking in the direction of the market.

Fey appears next to Ember, eyes flirtatious. He leans into her ear and whispers, "Don't we all wish to be famous one day, Ember?"

Ember whispers under her breath, "Maybe, but I'm already famous. You just don't know that."

Fey chuckles at her words. "What fire you have," he says, grinning. He touches her arm, and an eerie glow appears from his hand. Ember shrugs away, only to realize that her cut was gone. "You're welcome," he says, amused.

"WITCHCRAFT!" she yells in a joking manner.

"Nah. Just a fairy," he yells back.

"Aw. Then you're boring!" She sticks out her tongue before continuing on her path to the market. Fey appears by her side once more, only a split second from before.

"Trust me, dearie. I can be far from boring," he whispers, gazing into her eyes. "Very far."

She ignores him and keeps on walking, as she smiles softly and bites her lip a little in amusement.

"Oh, by the way," Fey starts. Ember glances behind her, to see that Fey is floating a few feet above the air. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to call me. The name's Fey." He says this, with humor in his voice.

"You know, if you wanted, you could come with me and keep me occupied until we get to the market." She gives him a small smile

Fey looks at her with thought. He suddenly gives a crooked smile and says, "I've decided that you are worthy of my attention. Lead the way, Ember, if you can."

"Alright." She looks down for a few seconds, and for a brief second, Fey thought that he saw Ember's smile break. But when she looks back up and says, "To the market!" He brushes the thought from his head.

"Do you even know where to go, princess?"

Ember's eyes widen for a second before she says, "Maybe. Adventure is perfect for a few failures," her face regained its normal composure. Fey notices Ember's slight change in her expression and looks at her with a smirk.

"What?" She asks him, confused on why he was smirking at her.

"You should remove your necklace before you leave the castle, princess. I know a thing or two about family heirlooms," he says, outstretching his hand to the necklace that rested around Ember's neck. "It's rather gorgeous."

Her face darkens as she smacks his hand away. "Don't ever touch it, you hear me!" She then looks at the ground, touching the the gem that looked like there was a fire burning inside it. "And I can't take it off." Fey looked at her, smiling sadly.

"I understand," he whispers. He touches his bracelet that rested on his wrist, as though it's a force of habit, and a tortured expression rests under the crack under his mask. He takes a deep breath and looks at her, his eyes filled with haunted memories. "I truly understand."

She lets out a long shaky breath. "The royals don't just wear the jewels for decoration and recognition. The royals might be rich and rule the kingdom, but most of us are weak and sick. The secret of the royal jewels are a mystery to everyone, but if I were to take my necklace off, it would kill me as well. Come on, I want to get to that market!" Fey glances at the surrounding around him, and looks at her once more."

"Are you ready?" he whispers, his voice full of excitement. Ember nods nervously.

"For what, exactly?" she asks, making Fey smirk. He grabs her body and places her onto his back. Ember notices the muscular build of his back, and his tough arms, and her heart flutters at the touch.

"This." Suddenly, the trees blur past her, and intense wind slaps her on her face. She focuses on Fey, who is grinning in the wind. She burrows her face into his neck, and lets out a laugh. A laugh that she never had voiced before, full of emotion, and cheerfulness. She actually felt free, for those few seconds, she actually felt free. Fey sprints, dodging every tree, every obstacle, and manages to reach to the edge of the forest. He gently drops her to the ground, and chuckles at Ember's shocked expression.

"Wow, that was intense. We've reached the market! Come on!" She starts to sprint down the little hill to the busy market down in the valley. Fey takes a deep breathe and starts walking, but he stumbles to the ground, unable to move his muscles.

"Dammit, that took more wind out of me than I expected," he says. He plops onto the ground and looks up at the sky. He whispers, "Worth it though."

Ember looks back at him and yells, "Do you need anything from the market?" Fey slightly moves up his hand and snaps his fingers. Water flies from the market area, past Ember, and into his mouth.

"Nah, I got it myself," he yells back.

"Alright. Then I'll be a little while. See you soon!" With that, she runs off into the market. Fey gives a weak thumbs up, and then his arm collapses to the ground.