a boy

don't shot you hear as a boy stumbles out of the bush with his hands in the air. you fall silent for a moment but you don't lower your bow you had always been told not to just trust someone you meet even if they tell you they are no threat although he wont need to tell you that just looking at him gives it away, he looks to be same age as you not very tall with short silver hair small arms and legs barely able to see any sign of muscle at all, wearing nothing but and old rag, covert in bruises and scratches no doubt he was hardly a threat. you notice he seems to have been looking you over as well but not for the same reason as you. i...i'm Jesse m..my name is Jesse you lower your bow finally relaxing a bit, Ally you say your both silent for a bit neither of you sure what to say, suddenly the silence is broken by a loud grumbling sound ehhehe Jesse blushes a bit after his stomach's declaration i'm sorry i was wondering the woods and smelled something delicious d..do you have any left overs you could spare?. he may not be a threat himself but his presents is another problem he doesn't appear to have been wondering these woods long and all the scratches and bruises could not have been from a monster since you doubt he would be able to survive meeting one and since you knew he was not from the village it could only mean one thing he must have been a prisoner of some bandits who had run away, this could be bad bandits usually don't take escaped prisoners lightly all your instincts told you to get rid of him tell him you did't have any for him but at the same time despite your instincts something at the back of your mind told you to help him he was so small fragile and hungry you didn't know why but you couldn't help but wanting to help him