Me and Fleur

We had stopped at a clean water river and were sitting down on the grass. Looking up from my project and at Fleur who was sleeping on the grass at the water's edge. Looking back down at my project I took a long breath and sighed; it has been a long time since I had to do this by hand. A few minutes passed in silence; I started to tie a hand grip into the middle with vines. Looking at my creation I let a smug grin slowly worm its way onto my face. Having a fishing spear ready for use, I slowly took off my hiking boots and walked into the water with my spear held over my head. Letting the fish come and inspect my feet I waited for the perfect time to strike. Suddenly a huge catfish that was a few inches out of my reach came out of a sun glare that was shining of the surface of the water. Waiting a few for second for him to get closer. Once he was in range I struck.

“Fucking hell, I missed.” I swore like a sailor. Starting to rapidly stab at the fish,  but missing repeatedly I felt my anger slowly building, once my anger reached critical point I threw the fishing spear into the water a few feet away, hitting the catfish dead in the gills. I looked at the fish that was now firmly pinned to the bottom of the river and slowly shook my head as I chuckled. I stood completely still thinking about fate and how random it can be.

“What are you doing Author?” Fleur asked with a hint of amusement in her voice. Stopping stone cold I slowly turned around to look at her. Once my eyes were fixed on her I asked a question, but I wasn't sure I would like the answer.

“How much of that did you see?” I asked with a barely audible whimper; as my manliness is very important to me.

“Oh, I woke up and saw you wading in the water....I must say you have quite the vocabulary don’t you.” She said with a small giggle at my whimpering. I turned around silently, completely ignoring her taunting. I marched over to the fish with a straight spine. I pulled the fish out of the water; it easily weighed three pounds. I carried the fish to shore and as I did, I looked up through the treetops to see how late it was. Judging by the sun it was roughly 11:30 Am.

“Fleur could you use your magic to collect some dry sticks while I set up the fire pit?” I asked in a voice that simply oozes false companionship. She huffed and walked over to the ten meter limit. After a few minutes she had a big pile of sticks that nearly came up to my waist; I was done with the rings of stones. Looking up, I whistled in approval at the huge pile that had had been collected. Pulling out my magic dagger I started to peel the bark off the sticks for kindling. Once that was done I made a small pile of shavings and stacked the sticks around it. Using my magic to set some embers into the pit I started to slowly blow into the pit. As the fire took I sat down on one side of the fire pit and Fleur sat across from me.

“So what are you going to do now, oh mister Author?” Fleur said in a sarcastic tone that stated she really didn't want to know. As she was once again showing that the rich are very rude people. Making a spit to put my large ass fish on I simply ignored her for a few moments.

“If you must know I am going to cook up this fish that I killed and eat it as my metabolism is much faster than most.” I said in a bored tone not looking up at Fleur as I spoke. Continuing to work on my spit I added sticks to the fire every once in awhile to keep it in a good blaze.

“That's simply barbaric; how in Celestia’s mane do you sleep at night?” She yelled at me with a stern glare that I ignored.

“Ah done.” I said with glee. Finishing the spit, I started the process of cleaning my fish so I could cook it. Once that was done I buried the insides and the skeleton in a patch of wild flower so they could gain from the nutrients that the corpse would provide. Letting the meats hang them over the fire by piercing it with a thick stick and then placing it on the spit. Sitting back I looked at Fleur who had a slightly green face which made me laugh.

“S-s-so how are you liking our little adventure so far?” I asked through my laughter.  Leaning back I set my elbows on the

ground and leaned back into a slouching posture.

“Well let's see. I was abducted against my will, I am in The Everfree Forest, and with a meat eater as well so.........I am very scared and angry.” She shouted with a voice that rattled my chest. Frowning at her I shook my head in fake sadness at her choice of words.

“Abducted is such a strong word. I prefer to use forced relocation.” I said with a completely even tone. Fleur looked at me with her eyes full of hate; she started to grind her teeth together. Trying hard not to snigger and failing miserably I reached over the fire and patted her on the head.

“Ok calm down, there’s no reason to get angry.” I said truthfully, keeping a straight face. Glancing down at the fish and finding that it was completely cooked I pulled it off the stick. Placing it on a rock, I stood up and walked over to the trees that stood eleven yards away from Fleur, making her skid along the ground for a bit.

“This is just unseemly.” Fleur said with a tired air of one who is definitely at the lowest point in their life making me freeze in place as I was reaching for the leaves. She stood up and walked over to me. She sat down looking at me as I gritting my teeth in anger. I turned to her with a glare that held barely controlled fury.

“If you think this is bad you should have lived fifteen years in The Grand Copper Mine as a slave, on the planet Stagmalma. I was whipped over a thousand times a day for fifteen years.” As I was saying this, I turned around and lifted my shirt to show the grizzly scar tissue that covered the whole of my back.