This was all far too perfect. poor little Alora, all alone. A fairy child, betrayed by her father figure, best friend left her and now she was alone. Well, if it weren't for him. Alora's sadness and misery brought him such joy! He couldn't help but make her life a living hell as he tries to manipulate her into trusting him! It wasn't his fault, really!

As he walked to the little glade Alora had decided to live in, he hummed soflty to himself, axe in hand. Today's plan was easy; Make Alora give up any food or weapons she had found that day, train her half to death with sword fighting, play pretend as if he cared about her and leave her all alone, wanting for him to come back.

As he walked into the forest clearing, Alora was...looking a lot better. Her hair had clearly been brushed, no longer tangled with leaves and dirt, the dried blood from their last training sessions had been cleaned up and a small pile of fruit and some meat was pushed to one side, a ragged old bow and sword to the other.

He didn't like that. Well, time to blow her stuff up.