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He hated blue. He really hated blue. Some would call it an irrational fear. He preferred to think of it as an intense, manly, hatred. He really, really hated blue. When others saw a beautiful glistening sea, he saw an oozing, churning body of deception… evil.

She loved blue. She loved to wear the most luxurious blue gowns. Cotton, satin, the prized sìlk from across the Eizeikien Mountains. Shades so intense to rival that of royalty, others so dark to remind one of the night sky. Of course she had to give that all up when she met him. The closest she could get now was a turquoise, and that was after much protest.

He tried to move but his feet wouldn’t let him. He knees were frozen stiff as if arthritis was suddenly, prematurely, upon him. He reached for his sword but found his arms were locked too. Sweat poured off his brow. The only movements he made were a slight shaking. He was sure it was adrenaline.

She watched on in bemusement. It was times like these she wondered if she had made the right choice. Questioned whether she had made a mistake giving up her life of luxury, being without want, to run off with him. Living on the knife’s edge between glory and squalor. To be on the edge of starvation all for the life of a nomad. Travelling the lands seeking adventure. Experiencing a hundred different villages, towns and cities. She knew it was. Her heart always yearned for something more than that of a merchant’s daughter. She grabbed her sword and headed towards him.

He struggled with himself. Tried desperately to move, on the verge of tears. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from behind him. A shape lunged. He let out gurgled cry before everything went blank.

He awoke to find Jayda sitting over him, smiling. He loved her smile. She was a naturally beautiful woman. A head shorter than he, with a figure that veiled her ability with the blade, she could have any man she wanted. She wore a simple leather jerkin over a cotton shirt but it was dyed a deep green, which looked stunning against her raven hair. She could fight like a warrior and still look like a lady of the court out for a deer hunt. But it was her smile that made his heart race. Never false, or twisted it melted the hearts of all who saw it and beamed with life.

As his senses came back he sat up sharply and looked around.

“It’s dead dear”.

“Oh”, he mumbled still in shock.

“Only you could find a blue darklet in the middle of the Wildergulp Forest”.

He shuddered. He even hated the word blue. “I… I had it under control. I think it had me under a spell. I couldn’t move, otherwise it wouldn’t have lasted three seconds”.

“They’re harmless darling… and they can’t use magik. You know that”. He didn’t respond, he just looked at his feet. After a few moments she said, “Why don’t you just admit that you’re sc-”.

“Alright let’s just drop it, okay? Let’s just keep going. It’ll be dark soon. We need somewhere to sleep”. He struggled to his feet and headed down the game trail again.