Water

POV: Captain Jon of the resistance

Waiting on the others, I decide to walk down to the natural spring to pick up some water for the bunker. Liliana was somewhere around, playing with the trees. I shook my head and under my breath I said, "Elvish people." I never understood their ways.

I fill little buckets full of water to prepare for the trip back alone. There was no way I was traveling to locate her in this forest.

As I turned around, I spotted a half dying giant with a severe wound and a mare walking behind me. She didn't even acknowledge me, barely capable of standing on her legs. "Hey," I said. She peered up, saturated in blood, "Hey" she spoke back.

How unsettling, her tone was practically as deep as mine. I realize I created a face because she formed a face of disgust back at me. She had the hilt of a weapon visible behind her neck and shoulder.

It was wrapped in what looked to be the most delicate golden thread. You could see the puny shreds of it fading away, destroyed from usage. And from the looks of her, she obviously got use out of it.

That weapon wasn't the one that concerned me, with her hand reaching towards her waistline. "Whoa there, killer" I put my hands up. I couldn't stand giants. "We can all share the watering hole"

I stepped off to the side, lowering my arms down for her to look at it. "Watering hole?" She muttered out with her eyebrows so squeezed together I wonder if she ever relaxed.

She staggered over to the natural spring, "Just don't dive In it. We all have to drink the water, and I don't wish to drink blood" I announced with a chuckle and a grin on my face. I closed my eyes so we wouldn't meet our gazes, but she just glared at me.

Like an animal, she never broke eye contact. That was one staring contest I wasn't keen in participating.

All she did was stare down at the watering spot. She was tall, but now that I was looking at her, she wasn't a giant.

She didn't have any of their features. Her clothes were created from some form of alligator. Her skin was tan. I could tell she had endured on a battleground for many ages.

The tan line of the hilt of a sword that shadowed over her shoulder and collarbone when it was In its sheath. She wasn't attractive.

The sole item that was feminine about her was her shirt. It laced In the back and stopped towards her belly button. Displaying her athletic back and belly.

The top of it knotted around her neck with leather straps. It was an alligator material. I'm positive of that. I just couldn't have believed she grabbed one of them to skin. Wearing an alligator's flesh alone meant she wasn't to be fooled with.

Flat chested, a heavy strap passed across her breast and around, that held her largest blade on her back. With no hips in site, another belt wrapped around her tightly not to fall off her waist, carried a small dagger on her rear.

"If I can't go in it, how does one use it" she declared, staring lifeless eyes into my soul with a cockeyed head stretching out on her shoulders. "Uh, from the looks of that wound you require magic, not water" Those exhausted eyes of hers wandering across and down my person. It was reasonable I had studied her as well.

However, whenever her eyes drifted across my skin, taking in everything I had with me. I felt like I couldn't inhale. Her dim brown iris' we're suffocating me. I had come to the conclusion that she was not attractive, surely she was coming to the same development about me. "I detest magic" she admitted with disgust for me, even proposing the idea.

"Okay," I replied with complete cheerfulness, pulling up my canisters of water and tiptoeing elsewhere. This was one bloodbath I did not wish to get entangled with. Perhaps I would encounter Liliana and make certain she didn't bump into the wandering murder tree. She didn't try to stop me from strolling off, which made me feel better. I

did have a slight sense of responsibility leaving her there severely wounded, however something else told me perhaps she will eat you for supper.

I snickered to myself, but I recognized I stood at 6 feet (ca. 183 cm), and she certainly looked down at me. With complete uncertainty in my heart, I heard a splash.

"How dare you!" I jogged over to the blood-stained face I saw before now inches away from becoming respectable. "We drink this water, you can just bathe in it! It'll take days for the spring to typically clean this!" I shouted at her, almost dropping my unsullied canisters of water. She floated in one position staring back at me.

Her hair texture was similar to my own, with little pellets of water resting on top of her hair, never actually wetting it at first. I speculate if that's why she just dreaded it. "I'll drink it" she replied with no change in her speech or facial features. "Of course you'll drink it, look at you!" I roared much ruder at her.

She floated over to seize her things she had taken off, exposed in the water. She wasn't embarrass by me in the slightest. Glancing at her naked chest, it was like I was seeing a man. She grabbed her clothes in the water with her. The previously icy blue water gradually diminishing with her open wound.

"You can't clean your clothes in there either!" I booted her belongings aside from the edge. I don't know what provoked me more, her apathetic attitude towards the situation or the fact that she wasn't even suspicious of me enough to keep her weapons on her person.

In a rage, I looked over at a half visible sword to reveal quite the astonishment. What a secret this stranger had produced in front of me.