Slowly I turned around and sat facing Nat while crossing my arms over my chest. Nat observed this and suddenly the worry in his eyes disappeared and turned into amusement instead. His mouth turned into what I could only describe as a wolfish smile. He also raised one eyebrow (which I assumed to be his customary thing to do) while saying in an amused voice " Hiding something from your rescuer? That's no way to say your thanks."

My patience was already running extremely low and his comment did nothing to improve this. Looking him straight in the eye I said in my most matter of fact voice. "a) I rescued your butt out there twice while risking my own butt during the process. I happen to be attached to my butt and I would hate to lose it."

At this point Nat was trying to say something but I cut him short.

"b) My chest my not be exceptionally big but its still extremely rude to stare at it like you where doing.

c) I am wet, hungry, and tired my patience is running very low. So if you wish to live a day past today you will shut up and wipe that amused grin of your face!"

Nat was indeed grinning and his grin only got bigger with the last comment. The only thing he replied before walking off was.

"They don't need to be any bigger they're fine the way they are."

I was now completely pissed so I just stood up and walked up in the opposite direction, as far away from Nat as possible. I didn't know where I was going but anywhere would be better then spending it with him.

This is also what I said to Nat when he asked me where, I quote, "The hell I thought I was going walking off by myself in the woods."

His reply to this was an exasperated sigh and then coming after me anyway saying, "You're going the wrong way."

"What do you mean?" I replied angrily staring up at him while pushing an annoying piece of hair out of my eyes. Have I ever mentioned I'm pretty short only 5,5? This was one of the many times I wished I was taller.

He took my arm and guided me in the direction he had been going earlier.

"In case you haven't noticed we both need food and dry clothes. If you want them come with me if not your free to go your own way. Although I don't advice it."

I bit back a sarcastic comment. But I realised what he said was right. So I said very maturely I might add,

" Fine" stuck out my tongue and started walking ahead of him.

I heard him sigh again and say something that sounded a lot like.

" This is going to be a long night." Before following me.

Surprisingly the night didn't go like both of us expected. You know, as in he would annoy me and I would annoy him, until we were both so annoyed with each other it would just be a matter of time before we each had our hands around each other throats. No it didn't go like that.

Yes we still snapped at each other, but almost in a friendly way. We found his horse, and I don't know much about horses but this one seemed beautiful. I stayed as far away from it as possible though, you know why, ill tell you why although this is almost too embarrassing to admit. I'm scared of horses. There I said it. I mean how am I supposed to live in a time where a persons main form of transportation, other then their legs, is a horse! Just my luck. Thankfully Nat's horse only had eyes for his master.

After Nat had removed the saddlebags and brushed down his horse (named Flyer, I don't know why, maybe he'll tell me someday) we sat down at the fire he had prepared and ate the food in an easy silence. Even though I had known Nat only for a couple of hours I felt like I had known him for years.

After dinner we talked, about our lives and ourselves. Once when I tried to explain where I lived and how I had spent my childhood he got lost so I changed the topic. Instead I asked him what he had been doing in the forest alone.

" I could ask you the same question," he replied in that amused voice of his.

" I asked first.' I pointed out.

" Fine I'll answer when you answer."

" Fine. "

" Promise?" he asked

" I promise." I replied primly. What? I really will, it's just that I don't know the answer so its not like I'm lying is it? Yeah right.

" Well...I.…"

" Yesssss"

" Well you know how I'm Sergeant of one of the groups of the King's Own right?

" Mmmm" I answered not wanting to interrupt this interesting story.

" Two of my most trusted men turned out to be spies. One night when my company and I went to sleep, they attacked the camp. Not them two against 15 of us. Oh No! They had gotten reinforcements. About 20 of them." He added bitterly. "They captured all my men."

" Then how did you escape?"

" I thought you would ask that question.' He added with a wry smile." I was actually taking a piss, that's the only reason I got out alive. I fled into the forest and the rest of the story you know."

I tried to comprehend what I had just heard. All of his friends captured? What are we going to do?

When I voiced this thought out load though, he stared at me like I was some complete freak; seriously it wasn't that odd a question was it? Apparently it was.

' Are you crazy!" he questioned, but before I could reply he was already ranting on. " That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard! I mean that would be like the two of us against at least 22 of them!"

' I didn't see you complaining this afternoon." I replied through clenched teeth.

'' That was different.' He said running an agitated hand through his night black hair.

" I don't see how." I replied just as annoyed, and with that I walked away, rubbing my arms against the cool night air.

Men, seriously one moment they are fine about what you are doing and the next they aren't. They only agree with you as long as it suits them. Ugh, what am I going to do? I mean I have no money, no transportation, and I have no idea how to act like a lady in a time like this.

How am I ever going to survive? I mean I don't even know how to cook a meal over a fire! Which is basically a huge problem because its not like they have stoves. Looking down at my dirty feet and tattered pj's I sighed. This is hopeless, I don't even have clothes!

Nat has probably never seen a girl show this much skin in and be comfortable doing it. Oh God, unless they where whores! OMG is that what he thinks I am? This night can't get any worse. The thought had just entered my brain when I tripped over something, and fell on the ground, hard.

Ouch that hurt! Rolling over onto my back and gazing up at the starts I sighed. It was all too much. Maybe if I can fall asleep I will wake up in my own bed, and this will all end up being a dream.

But I knew it wasn't, and lying there on the forest ground with twigs poking in my back and other various parts of my body wasn't a comfortable sleeping position. Think positive everyone always told me, okay it could be worse, I mean I could still be stuck with those bandits couldn't I? Yes another part of my brain went, but you could also be in a 21st century home where they have electricity! SHUT UP! I went to the little voice in my head.

Why?

Because I said so, and since you're in my head I can tell you what to do!

Thankfully for me before the little voice in my head replied to this wonderful argument of mine, Nat appeared in my line of view.

" What are you doing down there, I cant imagine it being very comfortable.' He drawled in a way only he could pull off. Instead of answering this stupid (at least I think it is) question I asked him one of my own.

" You wouldn't happen to have some spare clothes, because it's kind off getting chilly in this oh so covering outfit that I am wearing."

Thankfully he had the decency to blush and while offering me a hand up he said, " Why of course milady every decent soldier has a change of clothes in his saddle bags.'

' Glad to know it." But half way through my sentence I got distracted, because there on the ground was the most beautiful weapon I had ever seen.

Not that I had seen many of course but this is just exactly how I had imagined mine would look like had I been given a choice. The weapon did not look like much when I held it in my hands but I knew that looks could be very deceiving. It looked like a plain wooden staff, but if you looked closer you could see the tiny pieces of glass designs sticking out of the wood, ready to poke whoever picked it up, the designs where red roses. Somehow they looked just as fresh as they would if someone had just picked them.

The top of the staff was made of a glass piece, very sharp on all edges just waiting to cut down the friendly bandit. It was a nice weight and just by holding it I knew what to do with it. This was extremely strange because never in my life have I felt comfortable with any kind of weapon, not even a plain stick. They always just felt wrong in my hands; I always had the feeling that I looked stupid rather then intimidating which was the whole point. But at that moment in time I totally didn't care.

The staff seemed to be telling me its history and what I was capable of doing when it was held by me. There was one little detail that I decided to ignore though, no not Nat who at this moment in time was screaming really loud in my right ear trying to get my attention, it was that the staff told me that I was called Losille. Now this would not have been strange except for this tinsy little thing, Losille means Rose in the language of fairy's, and I had understood this without even thinking about it. You know what else was strange, I could grip the staff with all my might and the glass didn't seem to hurt me….

Later that night after I had changed into Nat's spare clothes but kept my pj's. I mean come on they are the only thing I have left that proves that I am indeed from the future, well that and the way I act might give me away. I was just sitting there staring into the fire thinking about all the little details in my life that I had forgotten or deemed insignifigent until now. I am not going to tell exactly what I was thinking because that would be boring. Anyway Nat was just sitting there staring at me as if I was from another world.

Oops, to him I was but this does not give him the right to look at me that way, even if it is kind off true. Fck! What am I going to tell people when they ask where I'm from, its not like I can just go, hi my name is actually Felicity I am 16 and I come from Holland. They would probably lock me up and throw away the key before I even got the chance to explain to them the wonders of modern plumbing!

" Fee, I hate to brake this to you but the two weapons you found, there well.. for fairies." He then went on explaining that the fairy tale went that these weapons could only be used by a true fairy, and that this fairy would bring back these magical creatures to the realm of Tortall once more. I love fairy tales don't get me wrong but being part of hem is a whole different story, literally!

I had blissfully, for one moment, forgotten the second weapon that I had tripped over and later found. It was a bow, don't ask me what kind because I wouldn't know even if you held a gun to my head (wait that would be a sword now wouldn't it, whatever), although even I must admit in my pessimistic state the bow itself had beautiful designs etched into the shiny wood.

Looking at it again in the firelight the pictures themselves looked as if they would come alive. None of this is any information that a person would want to really forget about but then I forgot to add a tiny little thing. On the bottom of the bow there had been a named carved, well actually two, one clearer then the other. In fact this seemed to change every time I looked at it.

The names themselves where overlapping, and like I said one became more clear then the there varying with the moment. Those to names where non other then the following:

Fee

Losille, (Rose if you had already forgotten).

With the bow was also a quiver full of arrows, and no matter how many I took out to observe it stayed full, but once I put them back, there were no more arrows then I had started off with.