[MuseSick]

Annabelle fell back onto the curb as the man let her go, sitting still, she watched as the man, no, the elf, seemed to disarm the men that had been holding her. She looked up, her eyes filled with wonder that her lips did not show. Was it really so different to be human? Was it just that much easier to take people on when you weren't? She wondered what his powers were, he was an elf, what did the book say about elves. The book.. She quickly got to her feet, grabbing the book that had fallen from her bag out of the dirt, she clutched it to her chest, feebly. Quietly watching the scene unfold. She knew it was only in her head, but everything seemed to slow down, she felt like she was in a movie, in which she herself could easily maneuver through. She felt as though at this point it was no skill. It happened to her often, all the time growing up, but never when she needed it. Like moments before when the men had come up to her. It seemed to falter in the moments it would be useful.

Annabelle stood slowly as she looked up at him, he wasn't that much taller than her, so as she stood they grew to almost eye level. Her finger slowly wrapped around the strap of her backpack, slinging it onto one shoulder, and then scrambling for the other strap to slide it onto the next. Her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm fine. Thank you." she said it curtly, she meant it, she really meant it. But having been kept away from the outside world for so long it was hard for her to show any form of sincerity, or purity. She knew what it was like when she spoke to her nurse, but outside of her nurse, who was she to use it with?

Annabelle had grown accustom to the idea of things being over used. Quite similar to the words 'I love you'. She'd grown keen on the idea that the more you said it the less it meant. It made it easier for her to avoid having to say it at all. But it would only take a fool to mistake the logic for honesty. She was scared of loving someone who would never love her back. It was true, in her eyes love had been taken from her at a young age. Children who aren't loved, don't grow.. She thought in her head, shaking it slightly to remove the daze that had come upon her.

"I- Thank you.." she said once more, she had thoughts, but she couldn't always express them. She sometimes thought to much and said nothing at all. It was easy for her to simply get lost in her thoughts, even her imagination. Even if it wasn't always necessarily the best thing for her. She slowly let the book drop from her chest, holding it in her hands at her sides. She wondered if he wanted anything, some sort of payment for his duty. Why would he do it for free? She didn't understand what would compel him to help her. Everyone had a motive, but what was his? What was his angle, his reason for saving her from those men. Good guys rarely came along in a world like this, power hungry men were born every second, into a life they could not lead. But people tried all the time, to be the very best. To triumph. And Annabelle, a feeble, useless human, was just an ant underneath the feet of these bees and butterflies. But even ants were strong..