Edited
7/23

Aphmau's POV

I watched Garroth's retreating figure confused and then I noticed he dropped his sword. So I quickly packed my bag and ran after him with the sword on my back.

Ugh he ran so fast.

My hair was blowing in the wind, and my eyes were stinging from the wind that constantly kept my fists rubbing them. My bag was bouncing on my back and it caused my back to ache but I kept running. I screamed " WAIT DUDE YOUR SWORD YOUR PROBS GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT SO YOU SHOULD COME GET IT!" But he wouldn't listen. He just screamed " GO STAY AWAY FROM ME ITS FOR YOUR SAFTEY KEEP IT!" I stopped and watched him run off till I couldn't see him anymore. My face was red as a tomato and my hair stuck to my face and my clothes were sticky. I sat down and stared at the sword. It sparkled in the sunlight, it was light blue and when I touched it lilacs began to grow around the handle.

I loved it. I practiced swinging it around. By then I smelled like a skunk. So I decided to wash up. I took my towel and replaced it with my clothes and washed them in the river then I washed myself. I took a bar of soap from my bag, and scrubbed my skin until it shined. I washed my hair and I washed my hat. I finally got out after it seemed like 30 minutes and dryed myself. I put on my lilac dress and combed my hair and put it up in a bun but my curls hung from the side. It felt so good to be clean. My hair felt fresh my skin was smooth my dress was blowing in the wind. It was getting dark and I needed sleep. I packed my bag and I started heading out in the dark.

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