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Chapter 2-Meeting

The young girl's emerald eyes snapped open but she didn't move. She knew that the second she did odds are she would be shot. "What witch, don't want to be shot?" The young girl said in her calmest voice "If you were going to shoot me you would've, especially since you know I'm a witch." She hoped her theory was true. Truth be told she wasn't as calm as she sounded. She risked being shot and angled her head to see her opponent. When she did she was taken aback. The ebony haired man had his eyebrows furrowed and she could tell he was going to ask a question. In the span of time between when she turned to look at him and he asked the question she took in his entire appearance. Almost 6 and a half feet tall, ebony hair shoulder length accentuated his silver-grey eyes. As she looked at him the same thought kept racing though her head at breakneck speed. 'He's handsome. No wait don't think that he's…he's a soldier of your enemy.'

"What I don't get is what a witch is doing outside the safety of the city after a massacre that the army just pulled off." He paused and looked at her. "And you know that they were ordered to kill any and all witches that they came across?" She lowered her eyes and said "I figured. A brutal army like yours would order something like that." He let out a noise that sounded like "Humph." In order to hide his surprise that she was there if she knew. Also to hide his shock, having never heard anyone speak of his army like that.

Something occurred to her and she looked back up at him and said, "You haven't shot me. Why?" She said, not loosing her chilling calm, although her eyes betrayed her fear. "I'm…not sure. The code I believe in says I should shoot you on sight. Maybe it was seeing you grieve over your family. I…I lost my mother at a young age." Hair cascading over his eyes, his voice dropped out and he would say no more. Now the young girl got up and sat cross-legged and the young-20ish- soldier made no move to fire his weapon.

The silence that endured after his admission as to why he hadn't taken her life wasn't awkward, actually it felt normal, natural. She wondered at that for a minute before she raised her head and looked at the man, and found herself looking into deep silver eyes. She quickly lowered her own but wondered if he had felt that spark, almost a shock wave pass though her very body as she looked into his eyes. She finally broke the silence, stating, "My name is Robin. Robin Sena." The soldier looked at her sharply as if not expecting her to admit her name to him. He looked back down at the ground, almost afraid to look at her. He had felt something he didn't want to feel when he had actually met her gaze and he was hoping that if he was fairly gruff to her she wouldn't have felt it. His gruff stoic voice responded with "I'm Amon. No last name." Amon paused and looked at Robin. "So. Robin Sena answer my question. Are you for witches or naturals? I mean, naturally you'd be for witches right?" He surveyed the young girl, waiting for her answer and noticed how pretty she was. He shook that thought from his head in a minute though.

She looked up at him, sadness no longer evident in her eyes. No, now, more like confusion was reflected in the green orbs. "I…don't know. I guess I'm neutral. I mean if you had asked me yesterday, if you had done what you had done before…that is attacked me with the gun I would've incinerated you on sight…my power is fire…and I would've said witches…but…" Her eyes filled with tears "And don't get me wrong…I will still live with my queen… I have no other choice, especially now." She chuckled inwardly at the irony. She did have no choice. "But I can't lay my true loyalties, my heart of hearts with that nation after a promise was broken. But certain ties bind me there. You saw me grieve for my family…" She stopped here, looked up at him and whispered "I was promised nothing would happen to them…I can't…but I won't lay my faith in the naturals army. Ever. The monstrosities committed against my people are too violent…they…you…" Over the last sentences her voice had hardened and when she looked up her eyes were no longer soft they were hardened with anger, flames flickering in the pupils. "You treat us like animals…like we aren't even human beings. How many of my people have you executed without thinking of what you were taking away…that you were taking away someone's mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter? If you think that we're animals we're nothing compared to what you are." She finished venomously. She seemed to lose strength after her big speech and she fell to the ground somewhat deflated, tears running down her cheeks.

He had never heard his army being described by a witch. He reflected on a statement she had said earlier. "A brutal army…" the hatred and bitterness in her voice . He had always thought that what they were doing was purifying the human race, he believed in with his dying breath what the war was based on. She was right. He hadn't thought about what he was taking away…but with his rank in the army…if he was only a private he could publicly change…but he couldn't turn back now. He walked forward and, although his gut told him not to get attached-and he was famous for listening to his gut-he patted her shoulder for comfort. Something in his soul told him to. After a minute her sobs softly trailed off and she said muffled, "Thank you." She looked up at him and smiled a little innocent smile.

She slowly got to her feet and said softly "I need to get back in the city and wait for a platoon of soldiers to come back. It's getting late and if I'm not in position by sundown I'll be missed." Amon backed off and said, "Will you be back? Here in the glade I mean." Robin smiled and said, "I've decided to try and sneak out to think at least once a week. After this attack I need some thinking time to myself." Amon went on his gut for this part and said, "I've…enjoyed talking to you. Would you like to meet here to talk every week today? Thursday?" Robin smiled and said softly "I'd like that." Wrapping her pipe in her scarf she turned and walked back in the direction of the city. unable to take his eyes from her retreating form he murmured under his breath "Until next week then" watched her disappear, and turned back to his encampment.

The queen swept into the hall precisely at dusk to commence the evening activities-a feast and so forth-and she sat down on her gilded throne. She didn't need to fight to maintain the respect she commanded, her people loved her and she just did. They would do anything for their queen…her throne had been a gift on the day of her coronation. she surveyed the hall as her best friend brought a couple plates up to the throne. "My you sure know how to throw a party your Majesty." She said as she set the plates down. Her friend didn't have powers but she was a witch sympathizer. Same with Michael, the one who was with her when she ordered the wall built, who was her Captain of the Guard. The queen turned to her friend and smiled "Yuri you've been my best friend since middle school call me by my given name!" Yurika Doujima smiled and said "But it's an honor to even be your friend I couldn't." The young queen rolled her eyes. She guessed that was something she had given up when she had accepted the roll as queen. She waved Michael and whispered something in his ear, an instruction for the soldiers. He nodded and went to go take care of it. Before he did the queen added, out loud for the whole court to hear "Also…send someone to the natural camp. I want to get a picture of the General. I want to see who it is that I hate so much." Her captain of the guard nodded and walked out of the great hall. The queen then sat back and, chatting with her friends enjoyed the feast.