Chapter 9: Something Special
"Let me go!!" Nazia said squirming about.
"First you die, then I let go!" Nazia looked down to the altitude up in the air. She would die either way.
Tagging on behind the grasshopper, Tristen raced in line upon his horse and aiming his gun at the grasshopper at the same time. But as the stingy grasshopper held Nazia, it was hard not to aim at her. Then he just realised that she wasn't a human like him and could manage flight.
"Nazia!! Do what you did to him back in the house!" He yelled up above. "And then use your wings! I'll catch you, don't worry!"
"She not listen to you! Aha-ha-ha!! I Too strong for weaklings!"
"Nazia!"
Nazia held onto the grasshopper's arm that held her and quickly bit into his tender green arm.
"Aaaaaah!!" Yelled the grasshopper again falling for her bite on the same arm and let go of her.
"Aaaaaeeeeeh!!" Nazia cried, falling from the sky.
"Don't worry, I got you covered." He said with one open arm out and triggering the grasshopper. And with one open shot, Tristen fired towards the grasshopper's middle arm.
"Aaaaahkkkk!!!! Damn you outcast helper!" He cried in agony and flew off. "I'll got her when she not with boy!" He thought to himself, flying off to his village.
Catching her in an armful, he dropped his gun and looked up to catch Nazia. As she plummeted to the horse, her hand slipped on the saddle and tumbled to the ground knocking herself unconscious.
"Gasp! Nazia!" Tristen said in shock and saw her off in the distance lying on the ground, squirming her head up. "Stop Isle!"
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As soon as he got off, running over to her, he noticed the lifelessness in her. And wondered if he looked like that when he was hurt. His worried expression made him bite his lip in pondering what to do. Tristen knelt down to her, he studied her face up close. This brought a strange tingle down at the back of his neck.
"Nazia?" He said closely to her ear, trying to wake her up. "Answer me, please! If you can wriggle your fingers." He waited for her olive hands to move an inch as he picked up her right hand to feel her pulse. "Well at least she's alive... she must be passed out." Still holding her hand he noticed how olive it was compared to his pale hands.
"Maybe this will wake her up." He said gazing at her hands and gently kissed it. Feeling intrigued to doing that he looked at her to see her waking up. This somehow shocked him. "Huh!?" He said. Nazia saw him sitting beside her, holding her hand. Her eyes instantly widened.
"Oh thank God your alright." he said smiling.
"What happened? Why are you holding my hand?"
"Uh, I had to wake you up somehow and besides it was my fault. I let you fall off, but it's okay now. That insect got a shot he'll never forget." He said, making Nazia smile up at him, still lying on the ground. Tristen joined her and the two gazed blankly in talk up at the sky, with her hand still held onto. Tristen looked at her constantly as she studied the sky in amusement.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha!!" She laughed looking around herself.
"What's so funny?"
"I saw a image of my mum in the sky again."
"Your mum?"
"Yep. Whenever I look at the blue cloth surrounding us I see my mum looking at me."
"Oh she's passed on." He said moving closer to her. "I'm sorry about that."
"Sorry for what?"
"To bring up your mother like that, to feel sorry."
"Oh. That's okay. Dad's with her so she'll be safe."
"Huh? Both of your parents are dead?" Nazia nodded. "So that's why you live by yourself, huh?"
"Yup. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been on my own."
"Why don't you go back to your village with your own kind? So you can be safe and don't run into those grasshoppers?"
Nazia raised her head and looked at him. "I can't go back."
"Huh?"
"I... it's a long story."
"I'm all ears!" he said rolling towards her, holding her hand. Nazia blushed at the way he looked at her.
"Why are you staring at me like that for? It's making me feel giddy."
Tristen went wide-eyed to realise what he was doing. "I was just looking at you in ore. I haven't really seen a fairy up close before."
"And I haven't seen a..."
"Human."
"Human before."
"Then what makes that of your friend?"
"She's uh, I think she's the same as you." She said cheekily, rolling towards to him to see face to face again. Both went wide-eyed to the expression of the closeness. Staring at each other for a long time while, Tristen touched her face. Slowly reaching to brush her dark hair and stared at her. Nazia's emotions were too giddy, by his actions and started to close her eyes in feeling a safe atmosphere something she hadn't felt since her mum and dad died. But this touch was different, she didn't realise how close they really were. Tristen felt the same way, only he had no other person to share it with and to him this was different. Nudging her head closer to Tristen's chest she grew suddenly dreary and not aware.
"Nazia?" softly Tristen said, close to her face.
"What is this we doing?" she asked with her eyes closed, making him laugh at the thought she didn't know what a hug is!
"It's called a hug. Because I've found something special."
"What's that?"
"You."
"Let me go!!" Nazia said squirming about.
"First you die, then I let go!" Nazia looked down to the altitude up in the air. She would die either way.
Tagging on behind the grasshopper, Tristen raced in line upon his horse and aiming his gun at the grasshopper at the same time. But as the stingy grasshopper held Nazia, it was hard not to aim at her. Then he just realised that she wasn't a human like him and could manage flight.
"Nazia!! Do what you did to him back in the house!" He yelled up above. "And then use your wings! I'll catch you, don't worry!"
"She not listen to you! Aha-ha-ha!! I Too strong for weaklings!"
"Nazia!"
Nazia held onto the grasshopper's arm that held her and quickly bit into his tender green arm.
"Aaaaaah!!" Yelled the grasshopper again falling for her bite on the same arm and let go of her.
"Aaaaaeeeeeh!!" Nazia cried, falling from the sky.
"Don't worry, I got you covered." He said with one open arm out and triggering the grasshopper. And with one open shot, Tristen fired towards the grasshopper's middle arm.
"Aaaaahkkkk!!!! Damn you outcast helper!" He cried in agony and flew off. "I'll got her when she not with boy!" He thought to himself, flying off to his village.
Catching her in an armful, he dropped his gun and looked up to catch Nazia. As she plummeted to the horse, her hand slipped on the saddle and tumbled to the ground knocking herself unconscious.
"Gasp! Nazia!" Tristen said in shock and saw her off in the distance lying on the ground, squirming her head up. "Stop Isle!"
+++++
As soon as he got off, running over to her, he noticed the lifelessness in her. And wondered if he looked like that when he was hurt. His worried expression made him bite his lip in pondering what to do. Tristen knelt down to her, he studied her face up close. This brought a strange tingle down at the back of his neck.
"Nazia?" He said closely to her ear, trying to wake her up. "Answer me, please! If you can wriggle your fingers." He waited for her olive hands to move an inch as he picked up her right hand to feel her pulse. "Well at least she's alive... she must be passed out." Still holding her hand he noticed how olive it was compared to his pale hands.
"Maybe this will wake her up." He said gazing at her hands and gently kissed it. Feeling intrigued to doing that he looked at her to see her waking up. This somehow shocked him. "Huh!?" He said. Nazia saw him sitting beside her, holding her hand. Her eyes instantly widened.
"Oh thank God your alright." he said smiling.
"What happened? Why are you holding my hand?"
"Uh, I had to wake you up somehow and besides it was my fault. I let you fall off, but it's okay now. That insect got a shot he'll never forget." He said, making Nazia smile up at him, still lying on the ground. Tristen joined her and the two gazed blankly in talk up at the sky, with her hand still held onto. Tristen looked at her constantly as she studied the sky in amusement.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha!!" She laughed looking around herself.
"What's so funny?"
"I saw a image of my mum in the sky again."
"Your mum?"
"Yep. Whenever I look at the blue cloth surrounding us I see my mum looking at me."
"Oh she's passed on." He said moving closer to her. "I'm sorry about that."
"Sorry for what?"
"To bring up your mother like that, to feel sorry."
"Oh. That's okay. Dad's with her so she'll be safe."
"Huh? Both of your parents are dead?" Nazia nodded. "So that's why you live by yourself, huh?"
"Yup. Ever since I was a little girl, I've been on my own."
"Why don't you go back to your village with your own kind? So you can be safe and don't run into those grasshoppers?"
Nazia raised her head and looked at him. "I can't go back."
"Huh?"
"I... it's a long story."
"I'm all ears!" he said rolling towards her, holding her hand. Nazia blushed at the way he looked at her.
"Why are you staring at me like that for? It's making me feel giddy."
Tristen went wide-eyed to realise what he was doing. "I was just looking at you in ore. I haven't really seen a fairy up close before."
"And I haven't seen a..."
"Human."
"Human before."
"Then what makes that of your friend?"
"She's uh, I think she's the same as you." She said cheekily, rolling towards to him to see face to face again. Both went wide-eyed to the expression of the closeness. Staring at each other for a long time while, Tristen touched her face. Slowly reaching to brush her dark hair and stared at her. Nazia's emotions were too giddy, by his actions and started to close her eyes in feeling a safe atmosphere something she hadn't felt since her mum and dad died. But this touch was different, she didn't realise how close they really were. Tristen felt the same way, only he had no other person to share it with and to him this was different. Nudging her head closer to Tristen's chest she grew suddenly dreary and not aware.
"Nazia?" softly Tristen said, close to her face.
"What is this we doing?" she asked with her eyes closed, making him laugh at the thought she didn't know what a hug is!
"It's called a hug. Because I've found something special."
"What's that?"
"You."