Damn it's been a long time. I'd nearly forgotten about this little endeavor 'o mine. With High school nearly over, I'm gonna have a lot of free time on my hands. I've got so many ideas of where I want this story to go that I'm beaming! Let's put these ideas to paper (er, type them) shall we? Well, here we go, once more! Hoo-ahh!

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The warm sun shone brightly in the sky, dazzling all with it marvelous light. Feeling the warmth as it seeped through the many nooks and crevices of his wrinkled skin, an old man chuckled in contentedness. "Ahh, at this rate you'll tan my hide into leather and the cobbler will make boots out of me, sun!" His brow furrowed in a scowl as he shook his fist towards the sky. "You may have taken my sight in spite when I beat you in that staring contest 89 ears ago but no one's gonna tap dance with me on their feet! You hear!?" Grumbling and blissfully unaware of his growing senility, Master Tristan hobbled through the town gates.

Seeing a familiar sight in the distance, the old man smiled.

"Hello there, Cress."

"GET THE OUT OF MY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

The young lad zipped past though the town gates, and disappeared into the southern forest.

Master Tristan huffed. "Humph! Youngsters these days have absolutely no manners. Why, when I was a little girl, if I even dared to THINK of showing any disrespect my mother would buy me a turtle let me love it and then one day we'd all be sitting around the table eating Steve-the-turtle stew for supper and she'd make me lap up every sip."

He sighed and his breathing slowed. "Of course it'd take days because my…*yawn* tears would keep filling the bowl…" Resigning to the weight of his age, he slowly went to sleep.

Breaking the serene atmosphere, the whistling of an arrow pierced through the air. The snot bubble forming from Master Tristan's nose snapped. With unmatched speed, he spun on the heel of his foot and slid his other across the ground in a complete circle. The rising dust dispersed revealing Master Tristan with a flecked arrow in hand. "Oho! Trying to get rid of me in my sleep, eh Sun? You're a sore looser; a SORE LOOSER. I won that staring contest fair and square! That's it, we'll settle this here and now…"

As the old man readied his walking stick for battle, Chester ran by; without stopping he bended forward at the waist and clasped his hands in apology, "Sooooooooorrrrrrryyyyy!"

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Leaping through brush and over roots protruding from the forest floor, Cress charged with all his might.

His forehead was slick with sweat. Small drops would occasionally drip into his eyes and sting them with their saltiness yet he dared not wipe his forehead lest he drop the little girl sprawled across his shoulder. He zigzagged and dodged another arrow. It struck a wild boar up ahead. The beast yelped a pitiful squeal before kneeling down before its fate. That arrow was aimed for his legs and meant to incapacitate him. Chester was serious but so was Cress; lives were at stake.

Despite his conviction, tears ran down his face like twin waterfalls and he puffed up his mouth to stifle a sob "Amiiiiiiii! Chesteeeeeeeeeerrrrr!" he pined. No one believed him, he was so misunderstood.

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Seeing his quarry disappear into the sea of trees was unsettling. Chester stopped in his tracks. Cress was nowhere to be seen; Chester would have to rely on his hunter skills. He knelt down and examined the earth. "Hmm…" He gave the ground a prompt lick with his tongue. "Salty… like tears…" He stood up and continued the chase with bow at hand.

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"Waaa, Ami, stop bleeding!"

Cress laid Ami down on a soft patch of grass and tried his best to stop the blood gushing from her nose. He tried pinching her nose closed but she was already dreadfully pale and dizzy; she was babbling nonsense.

"Cress and I, in the forest sitting in a tree… K… I… S… S…I… N…" and it stopped. Cress sighed, "Phew, it's ove-" "GEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Rising like a geyser, a sudden burst of blood knocked Cress on his back in surprise, spraying him in the process.

A ghostly woman with green hair floated by and watched the scene in puzzlement. "uhm, is she going to be okay…?"

The thunderous roar of a worried brother shook the trees and startled all the birds into flight,

"CRESS!" The ground almost shook under the weight of Chester's fury as he stomped towards them.

Cress could feel his heart shrink, "Oooh, mannnnn." He could feel it, the warm wet feeling of wetting your pants. Thank goodness, he thought, that all the blood would hide the stain.

"Oh crap, Chester- the blood it's…!"

Too late for explanations, once incited by the sight of red, there's no stopping a bull.

Realizing the futility of his words, Cress raised his arms over his face and winced at the thought of his fate.

Nothing happened.

Cress opened his eyes and gazed meekly up from Chesters feet. Chester had his fist cocked back ready for a punch but his face wasn't red with anger, in fact his mouth was trembling and his eyebrows knitted together in distress. "Ami, move."

"Wah?" Cress noticed the protective squeeze of two thin arms around his neck. "NO! I won't move!"

Chester lowered his fist, "But…"

"If you hit Cress I'll hate you!"

Chester frowned "I'm just trying to… for you sake…"

"HATE YOU!"

"DAMMIT!" Needing to release his frustration, Chester stormed towards the nearest tree.

The ghostly woman who had silently purveyed the scene yelped "H-Hey! Don't defile the tree"

"(Bad words)"

"Owww!"

"(More sailor talk)"

"Stop it!"

"-BLEEPING- MONKEY -BLEEEEEEEEEEEEP-!"

"You're mean…"

The green haired woman, ignored, wiped a tear and disappeared "You're a bully!"

Chester sat down on the now toppled tree with his elbow on his knee and his head resting in his fist. He peered over at the other two. Cress watched wide-eyed while Ami covered his ears to prevent him from hearing, "Chester," she said with her nose up in a condescending fashion "Such language is deplorable!"

he promptly kicked the tree he was sitting on with the back of his foot. It yelped.

"Bully, bully, you're a big stinking bully!"

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I've got the next chapter already started, so expect an update sooner than later. 'Till then, see ya.