I've started a story a while ago, before I knew of this place. It's called Aqua. The title doesn't make sense to anyone but me. So, you'll just have to trust me.
Anyways,
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Part Twenty-SevenPaul awoke, feeling a rocking motion moving him back and forth slightly. Groaning, he attempted to sit up. Looking around, he could see that he was in the back of a wagon. He wondered how he got there, struggling to remember what had happened. “Oh, yeah… I was knocked out by Vermillia.” he muttered darkly.
“You’re awake?” asked a gentle voice from behind him. Looking around, he saw Alya sitting on a barrel. “How’s your head? It took a big hit in that fight.” she asked in concern, crawling over to where he sat.
Even though his head was throbbing painfully, he didn’t want Alya to be concerned. He also didn’t want to be bothered by her trying to help him. He shook his head, and said, slightly irritated, “No, I’m fine.”
Hurt, Alya replied sadly, “Ok, sorry…” She looked down, fighting back tears. She then looked up and explained, “Anyways, we’re moving elsewhere, away from the forest. Eva said that it was dangerous to stay in one place since both of us are wanted.”
“Where are we going?” asked Paul, not looking at her.
Standing up, Alya walked over next to him, and sat down. “Eva didn’t tell m, she said it was better that the two of us didn’t know.” she said, trying to make eye contact with him.
Paul looked into his lap and said in reply, “She’s keeping her own brother in the dark. What’s happened to Eva. She was always one to enjoy playing mind games, but this is much more different than what she has done in the past.”
Alya inched closer to him, “Well, her life did change. Mother dying, home unsafe, and she’s probably targeted by Luther as well.”
Looking at her, Paul got closer to her, he put his arm around him. Their faces slowly got closer, eyes staring into each other.
The wagon stopped, and Gerdy stepped in. Paul and Alya quickly both scooted apart from each other, blushing deeply. “We’ve arrived, come outside and set your tent up. Also,” she glared at Paul, “The boss wants to see you. Be quick.” She left, and stormed off.
Paul and Alya looked at one another for a moment in an embarrassed silence. Breaking this silence, Paul murmured, “Come on.” He grabbed the tent, and hopped out of the wagon’s back.
As she looked after him, Alya stood silently, and then followed after him.
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