“Little flower in the night,
Do not fear evil’s might.
With nature’s fury we will fight,
Darkness will flee at our sight.”
“That’s a very nice song, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth jumped at the sound. Looking behind her, she found Martin looking down at her, clad in his knight’s armor. On his face was his usual smile, teeth glistening brightly in the setting sun. Elizabeth muttered a long string of fumbled greetings, blushing slightly. This only seemed to amuse the warrior even more. Looking beyond, he noticed the small pile of dirt behind her feet.
“What have you been doing all this time?” he asked curiously.
“I’ve been planting a seed,” she replied, still blushing.
It wasn’t a complete lie, though there was much more to it than that. Of course, Martin wouldn’t believe her, even if she did tell the truth. Regardless, the warrior seemed to accept her answer.
“That’s nice,” he said, pushing his dark brown hair away from his eyes. Elizabeth couldn’t help but be mesmerized when he did that. His eyes, glistening like radiant gems…
Realizing that she was staring, she began to stammer apologies. Martin just shook his head and laughed. Taking her hand, he led her out of the forest. Shocked at his gesture, Elizabeth stumbled several times before restoring her feet to working order. She asked him where they were going, but he avoided the question each time.
They walked like this for several minutes, until he stopped in a clearing, quite some distance from where Elizabeth had been planting. They stood at the edge of a steep cliff, with a small stream running below. Martin gestured for her to look over the edge. Confused, she did as he said, crawling to the edge to carefully look over.
“Wow…” she breathed, taking in the sight. Even in the Cirrus sunset, the waters below glowed a brilliant blue. Crystal clear, she could see to the bottom, even from such a height. Plants and moss extended for several feet from the water’s surface, giving the cliff face an emerald-green coloring. From behind her, Martin chuckled.
“It’s beautiful!” she cried, still taking in the sight. As the skies grew darker, several smaller tree-like plants began to glow. She closed her eyes, allowing the sound of the stream to envelope her.
“I thought you might like it,” Martin whispered from behind her. Elizabeth could only nod. He fell to his knees and joined her at the cliff’s edge, watching the stream with her. And so they remained for several hours, oblivious to the passing time.
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