PALAMON
Palamon looked towards Athmae as she walked away, and closed his eyes. He slowly sat up and growled in disgust. "It's not my fault. She is the one that is always wench to me!!!" Jo hollered. Palamon rolled his eyes and said, "Listen, Athmae has had it harder than you think." "What did she not get, a pony when she was 6. That's such a hard life." Jo retorted. "No, not even close. It's not my place to say, but watch your attitude, or she may just kill you with out regret." Palamon replied, then got up and walked in the direction that Athmae did
The light of the moon was shining through the trees, creating patches of pale light on the ground. Palamon slowly approached the shore of the lake and looked across it. He closed his eyes and lifted his head toward the night sky. The moonlight felt so good on his face. He heard something in back of him rustling in the wood, but didn't know where or what it was.
ATHMAE
Athmae was sitting on a tree branch with one leg dangling over the edge, and her head resting on the trunk. She never could sleep at night. Ever night she heard her mother screaming in her ears. Since the day her mother had died she had been looking for her father. But somehow it ended up a different quest. She had run away from home with Palamon when she was 14 to join the Forlorn Thieves. Coning men out of there money, and killing whoever got in her way. But that was her old life. Athmae glanced over at the lake and saw Palamon standing by the lake. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. She climbed down quietly from the tree and grabbed a small rock. Silently she crept to a tree closer to Palamon. She grabbed the lowest branch and slowly climbed to a higher branch. Athmae pulled out the stone and threw it in the woods. Just as she thought, he turned his head. This was her chance. Athmae leaped of the branch and landed on top of him. But before she could say a word, Palamon flipped her on her back. "What the hell was that for?" Palamon said through clenched teeth. "Lighten up, it's just a joke." Athmae replied meekly. Palamon rolled his eyes and let her get up. Athmae sat and said, "So what are you doing out here anyway?" "Just thinking." He replied pulling Athmae to her feet. "Right, I'm going to try and go back to sleep." Athmae said while brushing off the dirt on her black leather pants, and walked back to the fire. As Athmae walked off, Palamon stared at the back of her. He knew he feelings for her but he didn't know how quite to express them. Before the back of her elapsed in darkness, Palamon cocked his head to the side and gazed at her butt. In the darkness, Palamon said to himself, "Palamon, you bad boy."
Palamon looked towards Athmae as she walked away, and closed his eyes. He slowly sat up and growled in disgust. "It's not my fault. She is the one that is always wench to me!!!" Jo hollered. Palamon rolled his eyes and said, "Listen, Athmae has had it harder than you think." "What did she not get, a pony when she was 6. That's such a hard life." Jo retorted. "No, not even close. It's not my place to say, but watch your attitude, or she may just kill you with out regret." Palamon replied, then got up and walked in the direction that Athmae did
The light of the moon was shining through the trees, creating patches of pale light on the ground. Palamon slowly approached the shore of the lake and looked across it. He closed his eyes and lifted his head toward the night sky. The moonlight felt so good on his face. He heard something in back of him rustling in the wood, but didn't know where or what it was.
ATHMAE
Athmae was sitting on a tree branch with one leg dangling over the edge, and her head resting on the trunk. She never could sleep at night. Ever night she heard her mother screaming in her ears. Since the day her mother had died she had been looking for her father. But somehow it ended up a different quest. She had run away from home with Palamon when she was 14 to join the Forlorn Thieves. Coning men out of there money, and killing whoever got in her way. But that was her old life. Athmae glanced over at the lake and saw Palamon standing by the lake. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. She climbed down quietly from the tree and grabbed a small rock. Silently she crept to a tree closer to Palamon. She grabbed the lowest branch and slowly climbed to a higher branch. Athmae pulled out the stone and threw it in the woods. Just as she thought, he turned his head. This was her chance. Athmae leaped of the branch and landed on top of him. But before she could say a word, Palamon flipped her on her back. "What the hell was that for?" Palamon said through clenched teeth. "Lighten up, it's just a joke." Athmae replied meekly. Palamon rolled his eyes and let her get up. Athmae sat and said, "So what are you doing out here anyway?" "Just thinking." He replied pulling Athmae to her feet. "Right, I'm going to try and go back to sleep." Athmae said while brushing off the dirt on her black leather pants, and walked back to the fire. As Athmae walked off, Palamon stared at the back of her. He knew he feelings for her but he didn't know how quite to express them. Before the back of her elapsed in darkness, Palamon cocked his head to the side and gazed at her butt. In the darkness, Palamon said to himself, "Palamon, you bad boy."