As the army was setting up camp, Andrew walked over to me. I was sitting on a log, staring at everyone as they worked. Lorita was bandageing my leg sneakishly, no one being able to see her because I was hiding her so well. Andrew sat next to me, staring at everyone, too. For a few moments, we sat in silence, then he said, "So today,"

"Yeah, I know. I suck at fighting with a stinkin' sword."

He laughed at my bluntness. "No, you don't suck. Although we may need to work on it." He looked at me, and I looked at him. "Maybe I can help with that."

"You need to lead the army. I don't think you have time to help me."

"You'd be surprised. Remember how I sneak out?"

I nodded. "Well, even if you could, we'd wake everyone up with our loud clanging with the swords."

He chuckled. "I think I know a place we can go."

"Where?" I questioned, curious.

"I'll show you tonight, trust me." He smiled, and I shrugged. "I'll come by your tent tonight, okay?"

"Sure,"

He grinned. "See you then." He stood and walked into the campsite, where several tents and campfires were already up. I watched him go, then looked down at Lorita.

"What do you think about this?"

She finished wrapping up my leg, then contemplated. "He wants to teach you some things you are not getting. I think it would be a good idea to go, especially because it seems like I can't get a few things in your head."

I frowned, then nodded. "Okay... And nothing will go wrong? Luke I won't have to save Andrew from getting decapitated or something?"

"Nothing will go wrong. Promise. Now go get something in your stomach. You've been fighting and wasting energy, and you need to replenish it."

I scowled, and before I could complain, she interrupted me.

"No, I'm not bossing you around. I'm just saying you should get some food and water, that's all."

Rolling my eyes, I stood and went to the food tent, or whatever it's called, and sat in a seat next to the rest of the annoying Time Watchers. They were all practically shoveling food in their faces, and I worried that they were going to choke or get sick. Weirdos.

* * *

"Come on," Andrew took my hand and went into the woods quietly, making me follow. He seemed extremely excited, and I myself felt a tinge of adventure. He wore a brown cloak, a sword belted on his side. He wore tattered, peasant clothes, and he had made sure there was dirt smudged on his face. I couldn't really tell from first glance if he were the King Andrew or just some random guy named Andrew. He dragged me deeper into the woods, turning to the campsite after we were far enough and looking at it. No one seemed to notice us, so he pulled out a small torch and created a spark with his small knife and sword's sheath, lighting the torch on fire.

He smiled in the light, putting his knife back in his pocket on his boot and taking my hand again. "Almost there," he told me, before pulling me with him.

We ran in the woods, going deeper and deeper. Andrew's cloak flowed with his movements, and I tried to keep up. We reached a hill, but that didn't stop Andrew. He kept at the same speed as he ran up, making me nearly trip several times. At the top, we finally stopped, and I bent over and took deep breaths. He walked to the edge of the hill and looked at the--

Oh my gosh, I thought I'd never be happier to see the moon! And were those?... Yeah! Stars! Real stars! I looked at him as he stared at the sky, smiling.

"It's been awhile, friend." He said to the moon, putting his hands on his hips and watching the night sky. I walked up to him after I caught my breath, and he continued talking. "Ever since I was a little boy, Amelia, I had always spoken with the man in the moon. I don't really remember what got me to do it, but after awhile, he became a close friend. I would always wait for him in the day, and spend as much time as I could with him at night... It was probably the loneliness that made me speak with him."

"Loneliness?"

He gave me a sad smile. "My mother died when she was giving birth to me, so I never had any siblings. Father was always busy. It was usually me and my lessons. Soon, it became me, my lessons, and the moon. I suppose he's the reason I sneak out, too. He comforts me."

Oddly enough, I didn't think he was crazy. "Makes sense..." I looked at the moon too, staring at it's brightness. It was only a crescent moon, but even so, it lit up almost everything.

Andrew grinned at me sheepishly. "He's smiling tonight."

"Hehe... I guess so." I glanced at him, then at the moon. "So are you going to teach me?"

"Oh, right! That." He laughed, walking in the middle of the hill. He put his torch in the ground, then stopped. "Come, draw your sword."

I did so and stood in front of him.

"Stance wide,"

I looked at my legs, putting one behind me and one in front.

He laughed again. "Not that wide! You don't want to be doing the splits, do you?"

I put my legs closer. Not by much, but enough to make it look natural.

"There. Now lower your body a bit." He showed me the correct formation, sword held up.

I mimicked him the best I could, and he observed me, walking around me to inspect and make slight adjustments. When he was satisfied, he stood in front of me and got in the same position.

"We'll work on parries, to start out with. We'll move onto other moves soon. Now, begin."

We did this for awhile, and soon after, like he said, we moved onto more complex things. Surprisingly, I was learning fast. We had put towels Andrew had brought on our blades to protect us from getting wounds, but we would still get bruises if we hit one another. I swung my sword at his side, and he blocked it with his own weapon. He returned the attack with a swing aimed at my leg. I blocked it like he had, battling with the force of his blade. He looked me dead in the eyes, watching me struggle against the force, then smirked and slid his blade off of mine, spun behind me, and trapped me in an embrace, blade pointing at my neck. "Again," he muttered.

We were both breathing heavily, sweat coating our skin. He let go and stood in front of me, readying himself. I readied myself too, determined to beat him this time.

"Begin,"

We circled each other, watching for an opportunity to strike. When I found mine, I lunged at him, sword slicing through the air. I was aiming directly for his skull, and he raised his sword to deflect the blow. There was a bang, and his arms shook from my strength as I pushed on his sword. He had to use both of his hands to block me, we struggled, then he jumped back and swung at my face. I dodged and slashed his calf, making him yelp. He growled and lunged at me, and I thrusted. Our weapons clashed constantly as we swung at each other with fury, making me take steps back and him take steps forward. Our bodies got so close that we nearly touched. Determination sky rocketing, I jumped at him, intending to hit his shoulder, but instead, I landed on him, and we both fell over.

I could feel his chest rise and fall, along with his pounding heart, as I gathered up my brain again. I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes, seeing the slight shock in them. "Sorry," I said, sitting up.

He blinked. "It's fine..." He sat up too, brushing dirt off his back.

I took in several breaths, before raising my sword and pointing the blade at his neck. "I win,"

He looked down at my sword, then a smile crept up in his features. "That you did..."

I dropped the sword, breathing heavily. He stared at me directly, breathing deeply. After a pause, he turned away and looked at the moon, which had moved slightly from the last time I saw it.

"You learn quickly," he said in a slightly surprised tone.

"I'm surprised, too." I told him, looking at the moon as well.

"You did good."

"Thanks."

"Dras letoran."

We sat there for a few moments again, taking in the night. I wasn't aware of this, but Andrew had scooted closer to me.

"Why do you think the dragons didn't show up this time?" He asked in the silence.

"Huh? Oh," I kinda forgot about that, "I don't know. Maybe the battle was so short, they didn't get time to arrive?"

He nodded. "That's what I was thinking, too."

I looked at him, then flinched. "Did you get closer?"

"What?" He looked at his position. "I don't think so. Why?"

"I just... thought you got closer, that's all." I was skeptical, but pushed it in the back of my mind. I looked away, trying to sort out my own emotions, which is pretty hard for me. I felt awkward, and tired, and sweaty, and out of breath, and energized... but also oddly happy. Why was I happy? I was literally just sitting next to this guy! In my time line, he's been dead for a while! I should feel like this guy is ancient or something like that. So why did I feel happy around him?

"We haven't been alone for awhile, huh?"

I shrugged. "Not really."

He nodded. "I kinda missed talking to you alone. You're interesting."

Is that a complement? "Thanks?"

He smiled. "No problem." After another pause, he scooted closer, but this time, I caught him.

"Aha! I knew you were getting closer!" I jumped up, pointing at him accusingly. He stared up at me sheepishly.

"Sorry?" He tried, his shoulders rising up.

"Why are you getting closer? I could hear you perfectly fine! Plus, it's popping my personal bubble, bud! I swear, if you got any closer, you'd be breathing down my neck!"

He seemed like he felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you--"

"Whatever, Andrew. Whatever." I sat down, my fire quickly getting extinguished more than usual. Probably because of all the fighting and training. I started feeling down, and I curled my knees up and hugged them. Andrew watched me, then tilted his head.

"Are... you okay?"

I sighed, sad. "Fine,"

"You don't seem fine."

I sighed again and looked at him. "Look, I don't know why I act like this either. My doctor said I was bipolar, which means I'm one way for a bit, and then another way. Sometimes I'm randomly happy, other times I just get sad or reclusive. Most times, I'm angry, because that's the only emotion I can really control. Do you get it now?"

"... Yes. I've known one 'bipolar' person before. It's a new word for how they feel, though. I've never heard the term bipolar."

"Mph..."

"... How are you feeling now?"

"... Confused, and sad, and tired, and..." I paused, trying to figure it out.

"And...?"

"I-I don't know! Angry? Nervous? Scared? Sarcastic? Happy? Awkwa--"

He wrapped an arm around me and held me to his chest. "Breathe," he instructed, rubbing my arm.

Oddly, I didn't yank away. I don't know why, though. It was just... comforting. I sat there and curled up, staring at the ground. His heartbeat was steady, which comforted me a bit more. I actually felt myself relax.

"Better?" He asked.

"I guess..."

"Do you want me to let go?"

I froze, unsure if I should answer honestly. "... No... Just a little longer."

"Okay,"

We looked up at the moon, staring at it 'smiling' at us.

"It's a nice night," Andrew said gently, pulling me a bit closer.

"Yeah,"

"Hey, Amelia?"

"Hm?"

"I-uh... Well, I don't... Ah, never mind."

"No, go ahead. Say it."

"I don't know how to. If I say something wrong, I'll freak you out, or make you angry, or something else."

I kept quiet.

"... Maybe I should just show you instead." He put a hand on my chin and gently pulled my head up, looking me in the eyes. He smiled a little, hesitated, then slowly put his head closer to mine and closed his eyes, kissing me lightly. I started freaking out in my head, but on the outside, I kept perfectly still. He slowly wrapped both his arms around me, keeping me close. Admittedly... I kinda liked it.

"I know I shouldn't have done that," he whispered when he pulled away. "I just... I couldn't help it. I'm sorry..."

I stared wide eyed at him. My very first kiss was with a king from the past. How the heck...? I didn't really know how to reply... I'm still wrapping my head around it to this day. He stared down at me, seeming worried. His heart sped up as I didn't say anything.

Andrew swallowed thickly. "You hate me, don't you?"

"W-What?" I blinked thrice, shaking my head. "No, I don't hate you. Why would I?"

He sighed in relief. "Okay, I thought..." He paused. "Did... Did you like it?"

"I'm not sure..." I looked down at the ground. He stayed silent. "I don't think this will work out. I mean, we're..."

"Yeah, I know." He said sadly, smiling apologetically. "I just had to."

"Yeah..." I looked at Lorita, who's face was shimmering in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Truly, I am. That was not my intention."

"It's fine, Andrew. Really, it's okay." I looked up at him again, our eyes meeting.

"Okay..." He nodded once, staring at me with slight worry. After awhile, he let go of me and stood up gently. "We should go back to the camp. We have a big day tomorrow."

"Right," I agreed, standing up with him. We gathered up our weapons, and he grabbed his torch, before we both went down the hill and back to camp. Cautiously, I reached over and held his hand. He quietly intertwined our fingers, and we kept walking.

Okay, sorry for the delay in this. Wattpad kept deleting parts of this chapter, and I had to rewrite them over and over and over again. Also, thanks for all the comments, SunsetFox! It means a lot! Like, A LOT! Anyway, the next chapter is more intense and exciting, so I'll see ya then! :D