So this strange man walks out of the trees. He was bleeding and incredibly wounded. He told me his name is E and that he is the prince of an island that my freinds and I call lies.
        The island doesn't have a specific name. Everyone just calls it what ever they find works. The king and queen promise that you will be able to live there stress free and that anyone is welcome. My sister and I were kicked out and two of my freinds were denied access. That place has caused us quite a bit of stress.
        I treated E's wounds and wrapped him up. After I laid him down on a log, I began to make some soup over the fire.
        I kept glancing over at him. He was pretty handsome. He had messy auburn hair that was getting a little long. He was wearing tan dress pants and a white dress shirt. He certainly looked like a prince. I didn't get a very good look at his face but I think his eyes were bright blue.
        After about an hour, he woke up. He started sitting up right away. He grunted do to the pain in his side along with the fact that logs don't make good beds.
        "What happened?" He grunted.
        "You blacked out because you lost to much blood." I responded. He lifted up his blood stained shirt and looked at the almost spotless bandage.
        "Why isn't there a lot of blood now?"
        "Because I put fire on your wounds to make them stop bleeding."
        "That was smart."
        "Thanks." Just as I suspected, he had ice blue eyes. I didn't trust him one bit. His parents were pretty evil people. I stayed on high alert.
        Max walked out one of the tents. He and my sister, Am(her real name is Amber), are married. He didn't seem phased by the fact that E was there. He probably heard our entire conversation through the thin fabric of the tent.
        He filled the bowls that he carried with soup. He watched intently as bits of potatoes, onions, carrots, and deer meat fell from the spoon.
        He sat down awkwardly. I didn't notice the crippling silence much. I just ate the soup that was given to me, while I thought about Lies. That island was doomed for destruction. The King and Queen were terrible people and I knew that eventually the villagers would find out. Then the downfall would begin. A war would fallow soon after.
        "Good riddance." I whispered almost in an almost inaudible tone.