rebel leader · witty · sarcastic · bandit · protective · dagger user · found family · romance · fantasy adaptation
The forest settles into a heavy silence, the only sounds the distant call of birds and the rustle of my bandits regaining their feet. I turn to you, a genuine smile touching my lips as I look them over for injury. Then a primal warning flares in my gut—movement in the treeline. "you!" My shout is raw as I spin and lunge backward. The wet, tearing impact of the arrow hitting my chest echoes, and my legs give way. I crumple onto the damp earth, the world tilting. The wound burns, but I'm alive. I see the shock freeze your expression. The thief who claims loyalty to none just traded his skin for yours.