Note: It's definitely not finished, but critique away! Tell me what you think, and if it sounds interesting enough to keep writing. There's a drawing I did of Fallon too. A forewarning: you'll hardly ever see drawings of Athos or any other male characters, because I fail at drawing boys, mmkay?
Through the trees the sunrays melted like butter upon Fallon’s back. Precariously, she held the heavy wooden spear in her hands as she ducked under a large hibiscus plant. He was on her trail, and wouldn’t lose track of her now; not this close to capturing her.
Fallon gasped for air under the shade of the broad leaves, throwing down her spear to clutch her throbbing feet. She knew he would be in pain too; they had covered much terrain since Hitheros. Her hands rubbed each other now, blistered from contact with her spear. It was a bad choice of weapon- bulky, heavy and colorfully decorated. Fallon sat on the ground, wiping the perspiration off her slender face, still panting. She wished she was still back in Hitheros, in her bed, or even in the kitchens with all the other women.
Her ears perked. A rustle in the leaves. She hastily grabbed her spear and waited silently behind the large hibiscus.
She felt a harsh poke at her back.
“Got you” he said.
“No fair!” Fallon sighed, turning around. “You cheated.”
“Can’t help if I’m psychic now can I?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Pff. I kept you off me all day. That’s good isn’t it?”
“Sure… for a novice.” He chuckled.
Fallon narrowed her eyes. “Call me that again, Athos. You’ll regret it.”
His wrinkles flexed as he smiled at her. “Point taken. Your mother really wasn’t kidding when she said you were feisty.” Athos lowered his wooden sword, and put it back in its sheath. “There’s a small town about three leagues from here. We should be able to get back to Hitheros tomorrow and continue training in the courtyard. You always keep your back wide open.” He rolled his eyes.
“Spare me the lecture and give me lashes instead, Athos, they’re less painful” Fallon laughed, taking a drink from his water container. “Shall we?”
“Indeed,” Athos replied, “It won’t take long to get to Pernite. Erhya will be proud of you, Squirt.”
The sun was beginning to set as Athos and Fallon approached the gates of Pernite. Sweet summer air swept through the town’s quaint dirt roads, flickering the flames of the waxy white candles in the street lamps that lined the houses. Grapple trees dotted the horizon, their leaves shaking in the melodic wind. Such a sweet town, thought Fallon, removing the clip from her hair, allowing it to flirt with the breeze.
Athos tugged her along to the Inn, reserving horses to Hitheros the next morning, and a room for the night.