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“What’s this?” Wind Archer asked, holding up a beaten journal.
Fire Spirit’s orange skin seemed to grow warmer. He looked uncharacteristically shy.
“Err, it’s nothing.” He said bashfully.
Wind Archer raised an eyebrow at him. “Can I read it?”
“Uh well, just so you know I wrote this when we had just met. When you were still Night Raven.” Fire Spirit said, his hair flaming up more than usual.
Wind Archer’s eyebrow rose even higher . He opened up the journal to
the first page, it was blank. He turned to the next page. There was writing on this one.
The spirit of the forest
A bright emerald green
Living in his eyes
Hiding behind the darkness
Flecks of gold in between
The pure green leaves
Ferns and trees
A hidden heart of gold
I remember the man he was
A man sworn to his kingdom
Now with a lost purpose
I remember the name he used to take
Lost guardian of the forbidden land
Now a raven our love is banned
Wind Archer could of gasped. Did this fiery hotheaded guy just write a perfect, beautiful sonnet about him? When they had just met? He felt his cheeks warm.
“I- uh wow.” He stammered.
Fire Spirit seemed equally embarrassed. “What one did you read?”
“Are you saying there’s more?” Wind Archer said astounded. He suddenly had the urge to hug Fire Spirit. So he did.
Wind Archer buried his head into Fire Spirit’s shoulder.