Run, run, run.
Don't look back, just keep going. You're a freak. Everyone knows it.
Freak.
The girl stirred the mixture, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make sure her friend was still there. "I'm not going anywhere, Nevada." a male voice sounded behind her. She spun around and slammed the pot down on the table, knuckles turning white. "I told you not to call me that!" she screamed. "It's such a stupid name. Who wants to be named after a state?" The Herald sipped from the pot, remaining calm throughout the ordeal.
"You're such a good healer. You know all of the plants used for medicine, and how to combine them. You aren't cut out for this villain buisness you keep talking about." he said, ingnoring what she had just said. "You could do great things, Nev-" he was interupted by a furious shout. "NO! Do not call me that! Never again. Nevva...call me Nevva." she said. "I need to go. And yes, I am going to join the villians, because there is no other place for me. You cannot stop me." The Herald sighed, knowing she would not change her mind.
"Alright, you can leave. But you have to realize, Nevva, that if you do go through with this, the next time we meet will be as enemies, not friends."
