The sun caresses the horizon, as he's taking pictures by the bench beside the sea, with shattering plates that come with echoes in his ears. And with his head hanging down, appear those who laugh and curse at him, filling his heart with rage, silent under the mask of a smile. But now he shouts back, wanting to escape this reality. It shatters like glass, waking him up to his heart pounding against his chest. He quickly calms it down a little, eased as it was just a dream. With calming down, he realizes his body moves from left to right, looking up at his feet, tied to a rope, dangling from a tree. His eyes then lay onto another, flashing her red hair around as she wiggles about on the ground, trying to let loose of the rope tied to her hands and feet, with tape over her mouth.

"Where are we?" He begins to process, looking around at a river flowing, surrounded by trees and a cliff above them, figuring they are in a quiet forest.

"I'm gonna skin this fucker, what ya mean let them go?" Henry growls at the elf, now seeing that Nahshon is awake.

"Listen here, prince charming," He comes, spitting at the boy along with a slap to the face. "your adventuring days are over, ya hear me!"

"Lay off the boy, Henry," The bald outlaw says. "We're outlaws...not bandits"

"How are we any different from them?" The elf asks, stressfully rubbing his hair. "We just kidnapped people"

"Calm down, boy," The bald outlaw replies. "We're just scaring them a little. We'll let them go, eventually"

"Not if I deal with them first, they won't," Henry says, gulping down some alcohol.

The girl begins groaning louder, trying to scream through her muffled mouth. Henry flings his bottle to the side, running up to her with a monstrous scream, shutting her up with the heat and bad scent of his breath. He then turns his attention to Nahshon, downing his alcohol once more, pulling his knife with the intention of slitting his throat.

"Drop it, Henry!!" The Elf shouts, breathing heavily as he points his gun towards his ally. "I'll blow your brains out if I have to!"

"Eh, e-easy there, boy," Henry says, stepping away from Nahshon.

"Let them go now," The elf commands, pulling the hammer of his revolver.

Silence falls, granting the river the spotlight of blessing their ears with the sound of water bashing against the banks, with a sharp chill that finds itself on everybody's skin, enough to slightly stiffen their bodies.

"Look out!!" Nahshon screams to the elf.

Comes an echo that shakes that silence, from a pull of a trigger, sounding inside their heads. The bald outlaw stops in his tracks, eyes shaking as he can still feel the heat of the bullet that grazed the side of his shiny head, right before the elf could swing with his own gun to counter his knife from stabbing his throat out.

"Howdy!" A voice they hear from above the cliff, eating grapes as he points his gun towards them.

"M-Marshall??" Henry says, putting his knife away. "How long were you up there for??"

"Boy, cut the ropes off them," Marshall commands the elf.

"Marshall, this kid...this kid disrespected us. We wanted to teach him a lesson, that's all!" Henry explains.

The elf rushes to cut the kids free while the bald outlaw stands stationary, with a nasty smirk on his face from being caught red-handed.

"Boy, bring them up to camp!" Marshall orders the Elf to do at once.

"B- Marshall!" Henry says, throwing a tantrum.

"Move," The elf commands the kids.

They follow his order and begin moving into the forest, with the girl seeming troubled about her hair, brushing it out as she lifts her skirt to move over the obstacles of the forest.

"Hey, how you holding up?" Nahshon asks her.

"I- I think I'm fine...thanks to you," She tells him. "If you hadn't intervened then, something far worse would have happened"

"Tsk...I didn't do a thing," He scratches his cheek. "That elf-dude saved us"

"Well, at least you tried," She giggles.

Nahshon chuckles with her, rubbing his throat to the thought of it almost being hewed.

"Are you British?" Nahshon suddenly asks.

"British, what's that?" She curiously questions.

"Hm..." He chuckles, waving to have her nevermind it."What's your name by the way?"

"Dahlia. Yours?"

"Nahshon," He nods.

She smiles, looking at the ground to watch her movements as Nahshon looks behind him at the two other outlaws; Henry speeding to pass them, murmuring bad words, and the bald outlaw still having a sneer on his face. They begin to hear music getting louder as they get nearer to what seems like a campsite, stopping to a surprise that drops their jaws.

"Haha, My boy!" A giant says to the elf, his loud voice airing over all of the other chatter, music, and laughter. "Made new friends I see"

"They aren't my friends, Harbard," The elf shakes his head. "We ran into a little problem and Lenny told us to bring em' here"

Nahshon and Dahlia stand there, like forest creatures staring at a strange thing that walks on two feet, staring into the Giant's large hazelnut coloured eyes, mouths open in shock at the being in front of them. The Giant mirrors this action, stroking his beard with a heart-warming smile.

"First time ya have seen a giant, lad?" The Giant asks Nahshon.

"Heh...I think they've gone extinct in my world," Nahshon says as he scratches his head.

Everyone who hears that thinks to themselves that he is simply joking, or he means it as his world becoming bigger, laughing at his strange yet amusing wisecrack of a joke.

"I've only seen your kind in newspapers...and I've heard stories," Dahlia says. "Who knew that one was so close?"

"Harbard is a very friendly soul, so don't worry yourself," A dark skin female elf comes.

She gestures to the kids to sit around the table. She firstly examines the bruises on Dahlia's body, pressing her hands onto her with a soft prayer, then appears a white aura of light that flows around the bruises. They fade away as if they were just something that could be wiped off.

"Don't worry," She says. "We'll make sure they get a nice learned lesson for trying to do such a thing"

"I-" Nahshon goes, halting his words, noticing that his bullet wounds had disappeared. "You're a skilled marksman. I never knew it would be possible to shoot something that moves with supernatural speed"

"Hm," The elf goes, not minding the compliment, having Nahshon fold his mouth to his failed attempt of making friends.

"You should say 'thank you' when someone gives you a compliment, Ezek," The female elf strikes him across the head.

Nahshon looks across the camp, met with cheerful vibes. He thinks back to when the man in the bar told of how all outlaws are violent, ruthless and evil criminals. He smiles at the thought that he believed every word, like as if he was a toddler listening to a story of the boogieman.

"My name is Elina," The female elf states. "And this is Ezek. He might be childish, but he's a hero at heart"

"T-Thanks for saving us," Nahshon says with awkward gratitude.

"No need for the gratitude, but if you're thankful, keep your mouth shut about what happened when you eventually leave," Ezek says to him, biting into an apple.

"Now, now, boy. Don't be such a sourpuss to the lad," Harbard says, chewing through some meat.

"Tch...I'm just trying to keep our heads intact," He glares. "All of this has already pissed me off. I don't want any more trouble because of this shining knight dweeb here"

Nahshon awkwardly laughs at his remark as he rubs his head, being saved by Elina slapping Ezek across the head again.

"No need to be a brute, hotshot. At least he looks like he's not afraid to talk to a girl," She says, flustering Ezek, smirking as she gives them food to eat.

"That's not true!" He laughs to put up a front.

Dahlia laughs at his cute reaction, having Ezek flustered. Comes Marshall, with placing his hand on Ezek's head, calming the elf with putting the boy's hat atop his head.

"Y'all okay now? The name's Marshall. Lenny Marshall," He says, still feeding on his grapes. "I'm gonna make sure those fools be taught a real good lesson. Ezek, when they finish eating, carry them back to the town, will ya? You did good, kid"

"Sure, I was planning on looking at some guns anyway, " He says. "Hurry up. I don't have time to waste"

Elina slaps him across the head, for a third time, telling him to have respect.

"We've finished anyway," Nahshon says, confirming with Dahlia. "I'm sure she must have someone missing her right now"

"Well then," Ezek gets up, followed by the two, halted by a drunken Henry who comes storming.

"Marshall!" He shouts, a bottle of alcohol empty in his hand. "We're family! Why are you making those brats get away with fucking around with us? We're outlaws for God sake!!"

"Henry!" Marshall shouts. "Didn't the kid beat you hard enough to teach you a lesson? Go get a lady your age. I'm worried for ya, brother"

"Ahh!" Henry shouts. "I want a duel...If I win, I'll get to do what I want with them!"

Marshall Looks at the both of them, looking back at Henry, with an intimidating smirk.

"You sure you wanna do this, brother?" He asks.

Henry gets in his stance, flinging away his empty bottle, ready to draw his revolver.

"Hm," Marshall simply sounds.

He goes in his stance as well, fixing his hat, spitting out the little sticks from his grapes. They gaze at each other, dead in the eyes, with Henry breaking into a cold sweat from regrets, bitter taste in his mouth he can barely swallow.

"It was nice knowing you, Henry," An outlaw member goes, cracking up the others watching.

The audience of members pauses their fun. It's like watching an old western movie for Nahshon, seeing how they gaze at one another, like cowboys of the west. And with hands set to draw his revolver, his life flashed before him. He had already lost. His vision comes back to normal, seeing Lenny blowing the point of his gun, and pieces of his own hair falling to the ground with the smell of burning defeat.

"How fast can these guys shoot?" Nahshon silently asks himself, looking at Ezek smiling proudly.

"You lose, partner," Marshall asserts, as Henry can only shake, for even he has accepted this defeat.

"Better get going, kid. Come back quickly. Before the night hits," Marshall tells him, tipping his hat as a farewell to the youngsters.

"Hey, they didn't they see your face, right Ezek?" Elina asks with her eyebrow up.

"No, they didn't. I'll leave my hat and bandana just in case too," He says, taking them off.

They tell their goodbyes, following Ezek out of the forest onto the free road to Dahlia's hometown. They arrive in the town, Ezek turning to them with his finger pointed at them.

"Remember to not say anything that you've seen or heard," Ezek says. "Later. Try not to get yourselves killed again"

"Grandpa!" Dahlia says as he hugs her dearly.

Ezek slowly turns around, looking the old man in the eyes. His heart shakes, with the old man looking at both of the boys with soldiers behind him, eyes now set on Ezek, glaring into his blue eyes.

"It's one of the outlaws. It's the elf one!!" The old man shouts to the soldiers.

"Sir, let us explain," Nahshon calmly says, with the old man not pausing to listen even for a second, hugging his grand-daughter with the joy of her return.

"Grandpa, he's a good guy," She says. "He helped us. Please, calm down"

"He'll be brought in for questioning. He'll have to rat out the rest of them," One of the soldiers says.

Ezek clenches his teeth, being surprised by this, with a soldier coming up to him. The soldier settles his hand on Ezek's shoulder, greeted by a right hook to the face.

"E-Ezek!" Dahlia screams, startled by his actions.

Ezek makes a run for it with the soldiers chasing him through the town. He pushes objects to create obstacles with citizens swaying out of his way, cursing himself who regrets having to had carried them back to town, finally tackled by a soldier and handcuffed where he lands heavily. He struggles to get up but it is futile with the soldier being of a bigger mass than him. And through it all, Nahshon waits still, questioning what he should do about this situation. He thinks to fight, make a run for it with the elf, or run back to Lenny, as Ezek gets thrown into the back of a truck, looking at Nahshon with sweat running down his face.