The smooth skin, the muscular build, the full lips, and the midnight colored hair, these are the characteristics of a human, a human whose life is in my hands. I was the crimson liquid from my hands, some of it stays and some of it fades. Why do I have blood on my hands? This is a story that will tell you how. I awoke in the earliest hours of the morning, the sun just barely visible. I put on a robe and tightened it around my body, its silky smooth linens giving me a warm feeling inside.

I then grab a medium sized satchel to put my apothecary ingredients in, finally stepping outside and made my way into the wilderness. I started gathering lavender and placed them into my satchel. Then I gathered some white willow bark, storing it into a small vile. Before gathering more items, something had caught my eye. There was something or someone lying in the grass it was hard to tell, but it wasn't even moving a muscle.

My conscience told me to carry on with my task, but I just couldn't listen to it. Very slowly, I made my way closer to the figure, almost dropping my ingredients in panic. A woman lied there barely alive, with a vicious wound from an arrow on her rib cage. Quickly, I put the vile in my satchel, hooking my arms underneath the woman's as I started to carefully drag her towards the village. Some of my people helped me get her into my home, where I removed the arrow and attended to her wound with a few homemade remedies.

I worry, so much of her blood has spilled onto my hands, wondering if she'll ever come out of her deep slumber because of the blood loss. Only thing I can do is patiently wait and see.

Hazel eyes snapped open, slowly examining their surroundings.

Oh good, you're awake" a soft female voice said. The woman tried to sit up, but was gently pushed back down.

"Easy there, not too fast"

"What happened?" the woman asked.

"You were wounded, I had some of my people help me bring you inside"

"Where am I?"

"You're in Milil" the woman gasped.

"Milil? I'm in Lathander? How...how did I get here?"

"Well from what I've seen you ran, and it must've been a long way because there aren't any villages for miles. I'm amazed at how you got here considering the state you're in"

"How long was I out? And how did you find me?"

"You were out for a couple of days but I was out in the fields collecting some apothecary ingredients when I saw something in the distance. My mind told me not to think much of it but I felt like something wasn't right. So, I walked a little bit closer and there you were, just lying in the grass barely alive and wounded"

"Why did you help me?" the woman moved her golden blonde hair away from her face, revealing pointed ears.

"You're an elf? You know that our kind despises each other but you still helped me. Why?"

"I couldn't leave you out there to die, I would've never forgave myself if I just turned my back on you when you needed help" she replied, feeling the woman's forehead.

You're still pretty hot. Here, drink this"

"What is it?"

"It's called white willow tea, it'll help reduce your fever and muscle pains" the beautiful elf insisted, helping the other woman consume the medicine. She chuckled slightly at the woman's face, slowly setting the cup down.

"I know, it's not very pleasant with taste but you'll feel better soon. By the way my name's Amara" Amara said, awaiting for a reply but received nothing.

"You don't trust me, it's alright considering our differences but I promise I won't harm you. Where are you from? If you can remember"

"I'm from Dark Hollow"

"There's a lot of bandits in that town from what I've heard"

"You aren't wrong"

"Are you one of them? I came up with the idea from what you were wearing when I found you and noticed an insignia"

"No, I'm an assassin, a mercenary" the woman replied.

"So you were hired to kill someone, that's how you got wounded"

"No, I wasn't hired by anyone, me and my crew members were resting in our sanctuary when we heard screaming. So we went out into the the town and found a group of rangers terrorizing citizens"

"Who were they?" Amara asked.

"They're a group of rangers called the Crescent Moons. Some villages fear them, but my town was targeted by pure hatred"

"Hatred? How come?"

"I lead a group of mercenaries called the Immoral Shades which are sworn enemies with the Crescent Moons. Their leader has been trying to kill me for a few years now but hasn't been successful, although he was close enough with the arrow, and I would've died if it weren't for you"

"It's no problem, I never turn my back to people who are in need of help" Amara replied. "Are you hungry? We should probably get some food into you" Amara conceded, turning towards a cooking pot. "This might be a little strange but I hope it's not that bad. It's a stew that my kind makes, the spices will also help with regaining your strength and reducing your fever" Amara said, helping the woman up and watched her slowly take a sip.

"What kind of spices are in this?"

"Well there's white willow bark, garlic, thyme and a little bit of salt for flavor, why is it not good?"

"No it's delicious, it's really satisfying"

"Huh, you're honestly the first person who's enjoyed it, other than my people"

"You don't get travelers?"

"No, mainly because most of your kind despises the elves, it's the same with my people" Amara finished, hearing the other woman grunt in pain.

"Let me take a look at that again" Amara insisted, carefully cutting the bandages until the wound was visible. It started to get swollen and develop slight puss but it looked way better than before.

"It's a good thing I found you, otherwise you would've died from infection. But it seems like you have a slight one which is why it's causing you discomfort. If I keep applying disinfectant to the wound and your skin, the swelling will go down without a problem" Amara said, picking up a medium sized vile holding a strange liquid. "I'm going to apply some lavender oil first, it's going to disinfect your skin although it's dangerous if it gets into your body, for example your wound, but I promise you I'll be careful" Amara implied, pouring the oil into her hand and placed it around the open wound. Once she finished, she picked up a mortar and pestle filled with some sort of a paste.

"I crushed turmeric roots that I boiled into a paste. This will disinfect your wound and decrease inflammation. I'm sorry if this hurts" Amara said, rubbing the paste onto the woman's rib cage. "Does that hurt?" Amara whispered.

"No" the woman whispered back. Both of their eyes met, causing them to become trapped in a trance of curiosity and...something else they couldn't name yet. Amara's hand was subconsciously moving down the woman's abdomen, letting her fingers graze the toned body. She placed her hand over Amara's, breaking the elf's train of thought and allowed her to realize what she was doing. Her blue/green eyes molded with the woman's hazel ones, both of them slowly leaning towards one another until their lips were only mere inches apart. Amara then pulled away, covering her mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm-I'm sorry I don't know why I...I'll just let you rest, I'll come back in a little while" Amara blushed, quickly standing up to leave. She sat outside her door just thinking about what she almost did. What possessed her to even think about it, let alone cause her to almost kiss the woman? She's never felt like this towards anyone before, especially with a person whose not an elf, but what is she feeling? What is it called?

"I'm afraid I know what it is...but I can't afford to acknowledge it...especially with her" Amara thought in her head.

So this is the first chapter of my mythology story and I hope it was okay. Next one will be up soon! Peace ;)