wood nymph and man
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Marjatta was woken, by James’ men, and dragged. She was tied to a tree and tortured. She looked around and had finally realized what happened. She looked at the wounds on her legs and what she could see of her arms. She knew her face was not that pleasant either. There was a sign that said all her men were dead. It was not in James' handwriting. That night, she was hunted, and so were many of her people. Not all though. The rest had hid.
She was making circles around him slowly with her arms behind her back, as he held the bow in his hand, and practiced shooting with the bow and arrow.
“You want to mine, but I can’t know yours?”
Stand straight. Hold the bow straight out, and pull back with the other arm.
James and Marjatta were in a field. He was reading a book to her. She lay in the field and listened. When he closed the book she handed a leather bound journal to him and he opened it. The pages were full of dried flowers.