She's standing on the wall, looking at a neverending plain, Her eyes distant, with a touch of sadness, woven into her jade coloured eye. The other is covered with a black eye-patch. Strangely enough, it looked natural on her, with her pulled tight mouth and her stubborn chin. Suddenly, a high pitched, bird like sound called from the red plain. Something flashed in her jade like eye, Her mouth relaxed, then twitched into something that could be called, a smile. She tured to walk down the stairs.

As soon as she turned, her smile disappeared. Once again, her visible eye was veiled with unspeakable sorrow. When she lifted her eyes, it met with another pair, deep and pure as the sea. The setting sun shone softly onto his face. He looked like a king, she thought, and nearly jumped. Why did she think that way? Even if he is a royal, he is nowhere near the throne, she thought bitterly. Not until...

"What are you thinking?" she was interrupped. She turned to him and glared."What?" her looked innocently at her. Absolutely, there is no way that this person will ever be a king. Seeing that she was not going to speak, he continued,"Erya, where are you heading, next?' he asked.

"East, I have just received my orders,"replied Erya, carelessly, twirling her brown hair, shinning a golden colour from the setting sun. He widened his eyes;" Isn't that where one of your parent came from?"Erya let go of her hair and leaned against the wall. "One of my parents grew up their, she's only half Entranian." Then she raised one eyebrow,"when did my business became yours? I thought that such a busy-body like your highness Jon had too much duty to stick his nose into other people's business? Or am I getting old already and heard wrong?"

Jon smiled crookedly,"well, you know how exhausting our work is, but as busy as I'll get, I'll always find time to be considering and caring toward you, as I cannot if I do not know you, my fair maiden Eralynne of Crimore, with eyes so clear and bright,voice so enchanting,I..." he stopped, not because he was getting tired, butr Erya had pointed a dagger, only a inch from his neck, if anyone value their life, they would be quiet.

Erya sighed, and placed her dagger back into the sheath on her belt. She casually hooked his arm, delibratly ignoring his knotted eyebrows and batted her long eye-lashes." Well sire, should we go? For the sun is setting and the dews are falling, I presume that you do not wish to be still outside when the heaven lits her lamp?" Jon couldn't help but laughed. Their way back was long but each of them had their own heavy thoughts.

I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter, I'm not American or Canadian so my English is a bit different, but it should be similar