The next few weeks were interesting. An expectancy for life is that the men will hut and defend while the women will do the cooking, cleaning, and sewing. But for me and Baelfire, that is reversed. I do the hunting and some of the cooking. Baelfire would do the sewing because he is extremely good at it. He explained to me that his father would weave for the village and the trade was passed onto him. He was able to make stuffing for a small mattress using feathers of some of the animals that I hunted. He got creative with the fabric. He used every bit of cloth from a sleeve of my shirt, to an old satch. Among that, I been teaching him how to hide. As a hunter, I already knew how to stay unnoticed to a person or animal a foot away. Baelfire… not so much.

Another thing I learned about Baelfire was that he is a very opened book. He talked a lot about his past and he is extremely polite. Baelfire has been trying to get me to talk about my past.

I haven't told him much for two reasons One: I don't like talking about my past. And Two: I have a gut feeling that is telling me not to trust him.

I still don't know why I have this feeling around him. After a few weeks being around him, he hasn't done anything. But I keep thinking that he setting me up, so I will trust him, and then he will betray me.

"I can't help but think that I have seen you before," Baelfire tells me while cleaning mushrooms. "Are you from the Northside of the Enchanted Forest,"?

I bit my lip "nope," is all I reply.

"Do you have family who live there,"? Baelfire asks.

"Maybe distant," I reply.

"Have you ever passed by there,"? Baelfire asks.

"What is the real reason for all of these questions,"? I ask trying to hide my irritation.

"Why do you get so easily offended,"? Baelfire asks in a snappy tone.

The way he says that shocks me. I have never heard Baelfire snap like this before.

"Look," I say trying to control temper. "I'm sorry for being not an open book to you. But please understand, its not just you! Don't take this personal. There hasn't been a single person I talk to about my past,"!

"I'm sorry," Baelfire apologizes. "I hope you don't mind me asking… were you abused,"?

"No," I reply.

Then I decide to change the subject, "Are you done with those mushrooms,"?

Next Day:

I slowly open my eyes. Right now, my back feels extremely sore. I sit up on the hard cave floor. I glance over to Baelfire who is sleeping on the mattress. As soon as the mattress was made, me and Baelfire had fought who should sleep on the mattress. He argued that I should sleep on it because I have been sleeping on the ground for the longest time, and I argued that he should sleep on it he made it. We ended up on agreeing to take turns each night until a new mattress was made. It was the only solution because neither of us were willing to give up.

I stand up yawning and I walk over to the "table" to get some water for my soar throat. The "table" is actually just a large piece of stone that is really flat on top.

"Morning."

I jump up in fright.

"Did I startle you,"? Baelfire asks trying to hide the laugher in his voice.

"No," I lie.

"Then why did you jump,"? he asks.

I bit my cheek knowing that I can't get away with this lie.

"Fine," I finally say. "You win. For once, you were able to startle to me. Congrats."

Baelfire then shows a small smile. Then he frowns.

"Would you like to learn the bad news or good news first,"? he asks.

"Uhhh…. Bad news," I reply.

"Bad news is the fact that we have just enough food to have breakfast." Baelfire says.

"And what's the good news,"? I ask.

"We have enough to last us breakfast," he replies.

"I think it would have been more convenient to say the good news before the bad," Baelfire says.

"No kidding," I reply. "So, what do we have for breakfast,"?

I learn to trust Baelfire enough with the food supplies.

"Twos apples and a banana," Baelfire answers handing me an apple.

"Thanks," I say to Baelfire.

"I will go out to look for food after breakfast," I announce taking a bite of the apple.

"I have nothing to do this morning," Baelfire says taking a bite out of his apple. "Would you mind if I went with you,"?

I take a minute to think about this

He has gotten better at staying hidden in plain site plus it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands.

But on the other hand, he hardly knows anything about collecting food except for certain fruits and vegetables.

But the best way at learning is experience. You learned hunting by watching some else do it. How hard could it be?

"Sure," I reply. "Why not,"?

Hunting with Baelfire actually wasn't that bad. He did get a little grossed out by the dead animals and the blood. But he seems natural at laying traps. We also collected berries and mushrooms. I'm not sure why, but I love mushrooms when they are placed over a fire and cooked until their soft and tender. To make things better, Baelfire knows spices that makes the mushrooms taste even better. With how different our personalities are, its great to have one thing in common; the love for tasty food.

"Let's go exploring today," I half-suggesting.

"Isn't that dangerous,"? Baelfire asks. "With Pan and the lost boys out to us,"?

"If we want to escape, we can't just stay in the cave and only go out to hunt. We need to go out and search for a way out," I point out.

"Good point," Baelfire says in a defeated voice.

"When you were with the pirates, did you by any chance get or saw a map of the island,"? I ask Baelfire.

"Yes," Baelfire replies. "The captain always kept a map on him on all times. And I think if I had something to draw on, I could redraw the map."

"Why don't you use the chalk you have been marking the walls with,"? I ask. Since the first day, Baelfire would use a rock to scrape a tally on the cave wall every night to mark a day gone passing by.

Baelfire shook his head, "No, with a rock, I would make way too many mistakes. I need something like ink and a pen."

"Do you have the map in memory,"? I ask.

He nod his head.

"Is that thought clear enough to lead us through the island,"?

He nods again.

"Then let's not waste anytime then," I say heading toward the front of the cave.

"I didn't realize that the hills on the island were this tall," I say to Baelfire as we are trekking up a tall hill.

"I didn't realize that they are was this tall either," Baelfire says.

"At least we are almost there to the top," I mumble to myself.

After another ten minutes of wearing our legs out, we finally made it to the top hill and the sun is coming down.

If I was a person who loved scenery, I would probably appreciate the view. But luckily, I am not. And because I am not, my mind can focus. The island is bigger than I expected it to be. And most of it seemed to be covered in jungle.

I look up at the sky and sure enough, there are only two stars. I look at the ocean of water and there are no pieces of land that I can see. All I can see of the water is a pirate ship, and huge rock that was rumored to be shaped as a skull.

"Anna," I hear a voice say distracting me from my thoughts. "Don't step back."

Is this a joke? Is this serious? Should I do what he says?

I decide to do what he says.

"Take a step to the left and stop there," Baelfire says with fear in his voice.

Is he leading me into some kind of trap?

I do what he says anyway.

"Now take another step to the left."

I again do as he says.

"Walk backwards, slowly," Baelfire says with fear still in his voice.

After about ten steps, Baelfire says "You can turn around now."

"What was so scary that-…."?

"If you have stepped back," Baelfire interrupts. "You would have been caught by a trap," he says pointing to right behind were I was standing. And sure enough, there was a trap right behind were I was standing.

Then something hit me.

"It's a trap," I barely breathe out.

"What did you say,"? Baelfire asks me.

"It's a trap," I said louder.

Then I look him the eyes "We need to leave. Now."

Baelfire's eyes widen.

We head back the same way we came.

After one-fourth of the trekking is done, I hear footsteps.

"Their coming," I tell Baelfire nervously.

Baelfire frowns and says, "I don't hear or see anyone."

"Are you deaf,"? I ask him. "Do you not hear the footsteps,"?

Baelfire shakes his head "No, are you sure you heard them. Perhaps you heard an animal."

"No," I ensure him. "I know what I heard."

"Ok, I believe you," Baelfire says. "Can we just focus on getting to safety,"?

"Sounds like a good plan to me," I respond.

We spent the next few minutes without saying anything else.

"I think I hear something,"! I hear a voice shout.

My eyes went to Baelfire who had a nervous look.

Before we do anything else, I feel someone grab my arms and say, "I found her,"!

I move my arms rapidly trying to get out of his grasp, but whoever has me has extremely strong hands.

"Let me go," I say in an angry voice.

"No can-do little girl," the boy says. "This is payback for the first time we met."

As soon as that was said, I knew who my attacker is. His name is John. He was the lost boy who tried to abduct me while I was in the Enchanted Forrest. And if there is one thing I learned about the lost boys, it is that they don't exactly forgive and forget.

"Anna," Baelfire says calm. "Stay calm."

Stay calm? Someone is assaulting me, and he is telling me to stay calm?

But listening to Baelfire did save me earlier. Maybe I do need to trust him again.

"Look at you! Trying to help your girlfriend! But do you know what? I don't think you have it in you," John taunts.

As soon as that was said, a punch went straight to his face. As soon as the fist contacted his face, he let go of my arms.

But it wasn't me who punched. I am shocked. Baelfire isn't much of the "fighting" type.

"Run,"! Baelfire shouts.

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

We both run faster then we ever had until we were in sight of the cave.

I never thought I would be so relieved to see that place.

When we made it inside, I look over to see Baelfire, smiling.

"Why are you smiling,"? I ask him.

I mean, we just escaped from a lost boy and we are both out of breath.

"Two reasons," Baelfire says with his grin getting even bigger. "One: For the first time, you have trusted me."

"When,"? I ask him.

"Well twice actually," Baelfire explains. "First is when we were on top of the mountain and I gave you directions, so you wouldn't have been trapped. Instead of you asking why, you just trusted me and did as I say."

He's right, I did trust him.

"As for the second time," Baelfire continues. "That happened when John had you and you stayed calm."

"Don't get used to it," I say in a smuggest voice. "And what is the second reason you are smiling,"?

"I now remember were I have seen you before," Baelfire announces. "You were at the celebration to celebrate the victory of winning the ogre war. You waved at me right before you left"

"So, I was," I say even smiling a bit.

Baelfire then laughs.

"What's so funny this time,"? I ask.

"You have never smile before," Baelfire answers. "You have a huge dimple on your right cheek, but none on your left. I have never seen something like that before"

I roll my eyes and ask, "And how is that important,"?

He shrugs and shoulder "It isn't. But why do you always seem so serious,"?

"Just the way I was raised."

Then I change the subject:

"What do you think about perhaps learning how to defend ourselves with me,"? I ask Baelfire.

His eyes widen, "Are you really asking my option,"?

"Well, it seems that we are going to be spending a lot of time together. And both of us are not that great at self-defense. Plus, the hiding-in-plain-sight hasn't exactly been working lately. So why don't we learn how to fight, together,"? I suggest.

"I think we can work that out," Baelfire says. "Just don't hurt me too much."

"I am making no promises," I say grinning myself.

I know that many of you don't comment, but please let me know something. I realized that there are some parts coming up in the story where I will have to do it third person. Should I just do third person for those certain scenes, or should I start writing whole chapters in third person?

Please let me know and…..

Thanks for reading!