A little story credited to a YouTube song I was listening to. (/watch?v=OE6gnXa78Ro) -After the URL

When the Witch met the Knight, she was walking on the sandy beaches of Hawaii. She was a witch, wasn't she? She had to be evil, correct? Stereotypes, all of them.

This particular witch was walking around aimlessly, no goals to achieve because she was only taking in the view she never saw before. Being stuck on an island with a sorceress didn't help the fact that she was literally stuck in her home, in the middle of the Pacific.

It was the middle of summer when she came across the knight, and it was midnight, her least favorite part of the day to be honest. She was sitting on the shore, looking at the crescent moon that glowed a bright blue, shining down on the ocean shores, making the waves look incredibly beautiful.

When she stood, a burst of gunfire caught her attention. It echoed in her mind as she followed the sound. She didn't particularly like violence, but being that the world wasn't a nice place originally, she had to live with it.

She heard the shuffling of quick fleeting footsteps when she approached a clearing, underneath some green umbrella trees. Red pools of blood drained her face of all cheerfulness as it spread out towards her feet. Her long black bangs hung over her eyes as looked down at the teenage boy, whose torso was covered in holes, most likely bullets.

She took a step towards him, and the boy's eyes slowly opened. He saw the Witch and tried to move away from her, but he made a grunt of pain while trying to do so.

"Don't move. It only makes it harder." She spoke to him, worry laced in her normal cheery tone. She walked around the pooling blood, to his other side and kneels down beside him. Her breath is hitched in fear from the blood loss, and her heart skips a beat when she sees his ruby eyes underneath the shattered shades.

She knew that he was barely hanging on, so she tried to hurry up the healing spell without messing it up. If she messed it up, it wasn't that bad, only potential death of the entire universe is all, nothing much. Just kidding, no death of the universe, just the person dies.

She closes her eyes, gently placing one hand over the center wound and the other over her heart. She had drain her life force to help him recover, but he'd need a real doctor to get the bullets out of his chest. She took a breath and swallowed once before reciting a spell her grandfather passed to her.

"Heal thou with thy's life force, damages to thou's body slowed, and wounds help thou's body as a friend, not a foe. Thy shall protect the force bond with any protection thy can endow upon thou." A white light flashed and the blood that once pooled from the boy wasn't there no more.

The boy looked up at the girl's face who had somehow saved him, and her bright lime eyes had kept him awake a little longer, and he spoke to her.

"Who-" He winced through pain. "Who are you?" He asked, still looking directly into the Witch's lime eyes.

She stood with a sun-lit smile in the dead of night, looking down at the boy she had saved with her little magic force. She giggled as she saw him looking at her with curious and weary eyes.

"I'm Jade Harley." And, she disappeared from the boy's view as he blacked out...

He awoke with a gasp. He felt at his chest, and bandages looped around the places where he had been shot by that man. He thought he could take care of himself, and he obviously couldn't. However, it was his choice to walk through a forest in Hawaii at midnight, so...

When the nurse who had been taking care of him came into the pale beige room, he jumped slightly at the sound of the door closing.

"Mr. Strider? Are you awake?" The blonde asked him. He blinked, rubbing his temples.

"Yea...Just feel like I'm forgetting something." He replies with a hint of regret. The nurse chuckles drunkenly, like she just had a margarita.

"Well, you were hurt pretty badly when we found you. We decided to put your on some amnesia pills, so you wouldn't wake up in pain from surgery." She told him, surprising him.

"Surgery?" The boy asked, not remembering anything about surgery. Or anything from the night before except getting shot multiple times. "What surgery?"

She tilts her head to the side, her blonde bob bouncing to the side. "You had multiple bullets in your torso, near vital organs, almost dangerously close. We thought you weren't going to make it." She shakes her head, smiling. "It's magical you're still alive."

At the mention of the word, something in your mind tells you to look in the corner of the hospital room. He did so, and his eyes widened. It was her. The witch who saved his life with her beautiful lime green eyes.

"Hey there." The figure waved cheerily at him. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned on the wall behind her, blending in when the nurse looked where he was looking.

"Mr. Strider? Are you okay? What are you looking at?" The nurse asks several questions. You simply shake your head, and tell her you need sleep, and she leaves the room.

The Witch looks up again, her lime eyes staring at you in care. She walks up to your hospital bed with a playful smirk. "How's it going, fighto?" She jokes, making you grin.

"Well, other than the pain the my ribs, it's going great." He grins at her, making her giggle lightly. It was like holding a feather. She was so delicately placed, and she could easily be blown away from him.

"We didn't get to talk much last night, did we?" Jade nervously laughed, a small blush on her face. Her master said that love was a dangerous thing for a witch, so she tended to stick to that for her sake. However, she couldn't help it with this boy. He was so cool and he tried to hide his emotions from her, but he couldn't.

"Nah. Not really, being shot up and shit really takes the talk out of conversation." He smirks, and he makes her laugh. "Anyways, I didn't get to introduce myself, Jade."

Though, she shakes her head with a smile. "Wait until you're released to talk. I don't want it to be awkward." Not that it wouldn't be, since he knew that she was a witch. But, he was developing emotions towards the teen who saved him that he hadn't felt towards other girls his age.

Turns out, the next day he was released. Jade waited outside the hospital doors, her head bobbing in tiredness. When the teenager walked up to her, she was about to fall asleep. So, he tapped her shoulder.

"Jade? You still here?" The boy asked her, making her drowsily yawn. She nodded, rubbing her eyes.

"Yea, 'm just sleepy. Was busy last night." Her words slurred as her lime green eyes were hazed with sleepiness. She stretched and smiled.

"Sorry, I had to study for exams when I get back. I'm not very good at music though, so I might fail that course." She whimpers, telling the stranger whom she barely knew.

"Music?" He repeated, blinking for a bit. Then, he ruffled the younger's hair playfully. "I can help you with that. I'm pretty bad-ass at rapping, so I should be able to help you study for that course. Passed mine with flying colors."

Jade smiled, her buckteeth showing cutely. Then, the boy was then thinking over and over, Oh my fucking god, that's so fucking adorable, what the fuck.

"That'd be awesome!" Jade snaps her fingers. "I still haven't got your name, mister!"

He grins and suddenly the sky looks even bluer than it did yesterday as she held her hand out. He took her hand, kissing it softly-making her blush, and saying to her,

"Nice to meet you, Jade Harley. Name's Dave Strider."

I was rushed... D: