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"You-You're a magic user?!" she cried in disbelief.
"You-You're a magic user?!" she cried in disbelief.
Sam nodded and started to circle the girl, “What’s your name?”
"Joanna," she replied tightly, her arrow following him. "Yours?"
“Sam, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, placing a hand on his chest and bowing slightly.
Joanna nodded curtly. "So… Sam… what's next? Are you going to bewitch me with your magic?"
“I already told you, either go home or kill me.” Sam replied, shrugging and putting a hand in his pockets.
Joanna stayed firm. "I'm not going home and I don't want to kill you. Is there an 'in between the lines' option?"
Sam stopped in his tracks, “Why don’t you want to go home?”
"I don't like it there. Why is it your business?"
Sam shrugged, “Just wondering.”
"Yeah. 'Just wondering.' That's what everybody says," she muttered.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to protect my people and giving a half answer worries me.” Sam argued.
"What do you want me to say? That everyone there hates me? That I'm sold every day - by my mother! - to people who don't deserve me? That the only place I feel like I can express myself is here? And now you're trying to take this away from me too?!" She realized that she'd gone too far.
“I was never trying to take this away from you, Joanna,” Sam said gently, “All I’m saying, is that you can do… whatever it is you’re doing somewhere else. Away from here where it’s safer.”
Joanna tensed. "Why can't I be here?"
“Our… base is located round here. There are people who don’t take kindly to a non magic user trespassing in our territory.” Sam explained.
"You could teach me magic. Then…" She stopped, realizing the absurdity of the idea.
“What? You want me to teach you… magic…” Sam said slowly.
Joanna sighed and dropped her bow. "Nevermind, that's hopeless," she replied, sliding the arrow expertly back into the quiver.
“No, not hopeless…” Sam said, “Just… a long process and lots of concentration and focus.”
Joanna looked at him, somewhat shocked. "So it's possible?"
Sam nodded slowly, “I mean… most people are born with it but yes, it is possible.”
"Would you… be willing to…?" she trailed off from finishing the question in hopes that her point was already made.
Sam sighed and rubbed his face, “It depends if you’re willing to work with me… you’re going to be here a while, you know that, right?”
"Great," she said determinedly.
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