Meeting the other islanders

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Only a few moments later, Parisia notices movement from corner of her eye and snaps her head around to face it.

“Speak of the devil,” says Parisia, gesturing to two figures walking across the bright sand, now soaked with a layer of sweat and moisture from the dense jungle they were in.

The sun had reached it's peak just under an hour ago and had started to begin the descent through the sky, so from what you estimated it would be somewhere around midday. As Axel and Amber make their way to your little campfire, you see them carrying an assortment of things, although you can't quite make out what they are yet from that distance.

Axel is a good friend of yours that you met mutually, and also happens to be dating Parisia and has been for a while now. He's a fun and witty guy, never the one to shy away from a challenge or dare. He has a relatively short frame and skinny appearance but an attractive face matched with dark hair and dark eyes.

“Heya,” says Amber, breaking you out of thought, as she drops what firewood she could carry next to the fire and sits on the soft sandy floor next to you.

“How's your head?” She asks, bringing both hands up to examine the wound.

“Fine really,” you say, “Parisia took the bandage off to wash it but it's salt water so I don't know if I should put it back on.”

Amber glances at the lightly stained t-shirt on the other side of you and picks it up.

“You don't really need it now,” she says, letting her eyes subconsciously move down to your bare chest and abdomen where she realises and snaps her head back up, tainting her cheeks with a cute rosy colour.

“Here,” says Axel, handing you a banana.

“Thanks man,” you start, looking at the bundle of bananas bound together in a large banana leaf. “How did you find these?”

“Amber spotted them on our way back here so I just about managed to climb another tree and knock these bananas off.” Replies Axel, putting another stick on top of the campfire to keep it going.

“Nice,” you nod at him.

The six of you continue to talk about what the rest of the island is like and what the others are doing when your mind wanders to Neela and Roman again.

Feeling the warmth of Amber's arm against your own, you're reminded of the fact that you have someone that knows all the gossip before it's even happened.

“Amber,” you whisper.

“Julian,” Amber whispers back in response, tilting her head upwards to look at you.

“Are Roman and Neela a thing?” You ask her.

“Why? I thought you got over her.” Says Amber, the only person you confided in when you had a crush on Neela.

“I did, I'm just curious.” You reply.

“Well, I've seen them flirting a little but nothing new.” She says.

“Hmm,” you mumble, Amber responding by resting her head on your shoulder.

You've known Neela for a long time now but only really started talking again through being mutual friends. You used to have a massive crush on her and it's no surprise. She has a perfect hourglass figure with a big ass, topped off with a pretty face. Her long dark hair flows all the way to her lower back and she has beautiful hazel eyes. As a Latina she definitely upholds the stereotype in terms of looks. Although as you've gotten to know her, she can be shy and reserved around strangers but she has a really wild and fun side to her.

As for Roman, you and him go way back to primary school, he's been a good friend ever since and has been there to witness the highs and lows. He's a heavily built guy with dense muscle that can be traced back to his half African roots. He has dark hair and a well kept beard. You're really happy for him if he is with Neela.

“Julian,” whispers Amber from beside you.

“Yeah?” You answer, turning your head to face hers.

“I don't know if it's anything big but I found this buried underneath where I woke up from,” says Amber as she pulls out an intricate golden dagger.

You suddenly recoil, almost jumping up.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” You reply in surprise.

You slowly take it from her soft hands and examine the tool. The golden handle is deliberately moulded to resemble figures and looks eroded, but feels smooth against your fingertips. The blade itself is silver coloured, possibly steel and shows no signs of rust, although you can sense it’s ancient. The carvings on the hilt and handle look strange and kind of resemble people but not quite. You keep the knife hidden from everyone else by examining it further to the side of you so that you and Amber are facing each other looking down, creating a human barrier from prying eyes. You examine the delicate ancient dagger in front of you. At around nine inches long it's easily the most terrifying blade you've seen in real life. Both edges curve inwards and end in a sharp point. The blade and handle look damaged by nature but still lethal.

“It was buried right underneath you?” You ask, to which she responds with a nod.

“There might be more of these things buried around,” you say, handing the knife back to Amber.

“No,” she says, pushing the tool back into your hands. “Can you take it please?”

You look at her eyes and they tell you that she trusts you with the knife more than herself. You tuck it underneath your shorts, the tension of the fabric holding it firmly in place.

The two of you start to chat normally again. Soon enough you hear distant chatter of a group of people coming from the same direction as where Amber and Axel came from.

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