âYouâre a loserâŚâshe mumbled under her breath only for herself, following after him with not such pleased look on her face. She was way too annoyed and if it wasnât for the fact she was lost, she wouldnât have to bother with him now. âNo! I meant your secret place! - Youâre really a dumb dumb.âshe said with a chuckle and a shook of her head, taking a few more quick steps so she was walking next to him.Â
âI did hear of Odin. I just donât understand why you call yourself his warrior. I donât think heâd want you in his⌠order or whatever.âshe mumbled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her coat, the town was too cold and too wet due to rain, she enjoyed the town she lived in, the sun made it easier to train, even though her parents always said she had to be ready for any sort of situation. âSugar is bad for you! And itâs Mila!! Youâre not that dumb to forget a four letter name!âshe spat at him. âWhatever.âshe mumbled, kicking the small pebble in front of her.Â
âMy secret place? Itâs a haunted house.â He replied nonchalantly as he fidgeted with the little pocket knife in his pants. It was getting dark by now, a cold breeze rumbling over the kids as they walked through the woods. They probably should turn back home, but he was too proud to turn around to go back home now. Â
âHe only wants the strongest of us, so of course heâd want me.â Dean scoffed obnoxiously and rolled his eyes like a spoilt brat. Which he wasnât, again, but he liked to act like one. And sugar being bad for you was a myth Dean loved to prove wrong. He ate more sugar than he weighed and he was fine. âSugar is bad for you, so is carrying a knife around. Maybe i just donât want to remember it? Now come on, move faster. I donât want to drag your ass around the forest later because it got dark and your parents will lose their shit because their precious princess got lost.â













