Comments from the author: Okay, this is the sequel to My Little Secrets. If you haven't read that, read it first. This is set five years after the previously mentioned story, when Jake and Rose are both eighteen. They've been living together for five years, running away when they felt it wasn't safe and going to a different place. This story probably isn't as sad, but it's not humorous either. So let's get going.
Jake yawned as the sun peeked over the horizon. It was around six o'clock, and Jake would always wake up and make breakfast. They had taken shelter in a small forest inhabited with pixies, who provided them a home for the time being. He quietly slipped out from under the sheet, trying not to disturb the sleeping girl beside him. Jake stood on his toes and reached into a bird's nest. He took out four eggs, leaving three in the nest. He took the pan that the pixies had given them to cook with and set the eggs carefully in it. He set the pan aside and walked the perimeter of the camp, collecting leaves and twigs and branches. When he had collected an armful, he put them in a pile and set them on fire easily using his dragon powers. Then he cracked the eggs and fried them over the fire.
He heard a groan and looked over to see Rose waking up. He smiled as he set the pan on a rock. "Morning," Jake greeted Rose. She yawned and Jake grinned.
"Good morning, Jake," she said, still trying to wake up. "What's for breakfast?"
"Robin's eggs," he said, and she nodded and yawned again. "Did I wake you up?"
"No," she said, and then sighed. "Alright, yes, but don't worry, getting up this early is good for me."
"They have no idea that we've been following them this whole time," a voice said. "All we have to do is wait for the perfect time to grab Huntsgirl. Preferably when the little dragon boy is gone."
"But Huntsmaster, she never leaves his side," another voice said.
"She must sometime," the first voice said. "We just have to keep waiting."
"Hey, Rose, I'm going to see if the pixies have anything left over we can use," Jake said. "Want to come with?"
"No, I think I can handle myself for a few minutes. It's not like anything's going to happen," Rose replied. Jake kissed her lips and nodded.
"Just be safe," he said before running off into the forest. Rose sighed as she stretched her arms. Her arms fell back to her sides and a bare hand clasped over her mouth. Rose's eyes widened as she was dragged out of the clearing and deep into the woods.
Jake returned to camp a few minutes later to find Rose gone. "Rose? Rose, where are you?" He ran around the campsite to find no trace of the girl. "Then he noticed something wedged between two rocks. A black glove. "Oh no..." He ran off into the forest. "Rose!" he called. He stopped when he saw a glimpse of white. He got closer and gasped. "Rose..."
The blonde girl was leaned up against a tree, unconscious. Her shirt was on the ground beside her and her skirt was at her ankles. Jake bit his lip and closed his eyes.
"I should have never left you alone, not even for a second," he said. He picked up her limp body and carried her back to the campsite. He wrapped her upin the sheet and morphed into a dragon, taking to the skies.