I jumped up when I heard the door open. I lit my finger on fire and looked around.
"Who's there?"I called out uneasily.
"What are you doing in my house?"the voice asked. I began to shake. It was a male voice. And, he sounded deadly.
"I'm sorry. I thought it was abandoned."I said, sitting up and making the flame bigger. The man was seen a bit more, in peasant clothes and with brown hair. He shielded himself from me.
"It's fine! It's fine! Just put out the fire!"he yelled. I snuffed out the flame and it was pitch black in the room again. I could hear him move around the room, rummaging through stuff. I was terrified. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I flinched.
"It's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you. Here. Have some salad."he said, passing me a bowl. I was hungry. I took it gratefully and ate it slowly, hoping that it wasn't poisoned.
"What's your name?"he asked, feeling a piece of my hair between his fingers. I sharply inhaled. This was creepy.
"Lillian."I told him. That was probably a mistake. He dropped my hair and stroked my cheek. I batted his hand away.
"I'm Connor. I'm sorry. I know this much be creepy. It's just that I haven't seen a person in quite some time."he admitted. I found that odd.
"You can see in the dark?"I asked.
"A little. My eyes adapt very quickly to the dark."he said.
"Why?"I asked. He sighed and continued to rummage around.
"I don't want to talk about it."he said. I put together a connection very quickly though.
"You don't like fire."I said.
"Smart girl."he replied, passing me a glass of water. I blushed.
"Can I see you? So I know you're not gonna hurt me."I asked. I could sense him in front of me.
"Sure. Come outside. You can see me in the moonlight."he said, taking my hand. I let him guide me outside. I gasped when I saw him. He was a year older than me, 17. He had brown hair and blue eyes that glowed when he was smiling. He was pretty muscular. I noticed a lot of chopped wood and axes around in the yard, which was ironic because he never made fires. Yet, he was a lumberjack. I stared at him for a moment before he looked away. I blushed.
"Red hair and yellow eyes. Very odd."he said. I sighed. Yeah. I'm a real weirdo.
"So, what brings you to my home?"he asked. Should I tell him the truth? I guess I should. A princess should never lie.
"I'm Princess Lillian of Agraelin. I was cursed with the power of fire and I was sent to Arendelle to learn to control them."I said simply, sitting on a stump. He sat next to me.
"There's sadness in your voice. There's more you want to get off your chest."he said. He read me like an open book.
"Well...ummm...tell me more about you."I said, shivering. He put a clock over my shoulders.
"Well, I'm Peasant Connor of the house of Bingen. My family died in a horrible house fire and now I will out here as a lumberjack."he said. I sat there in shock. Wow. I didn't know how to respond.
"Your turn."he said, putting his back up against mine and pulling out a knife and a piece of wood to carve from. How deep did I want this to be?
"I burn down castles and have killed about five people."I told him, blushing. That was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.
"I've killed about six."he said. I turned my head to try to see him. Six?
"How?"I asked.
"The fire."he said grimly. We left it at that.