Behind the thick trees stood a girl with golden curly hair. She had her hands up as she walked towards us. Then something shiny caught my eyes.
“Hey, give that back!” I pointed my sword at her.
“I got it first.”
“But I saw it first, so it’s mine.”
“That is too bad, molasses. Try your luck next time,” she waved her hand at me like a beauty queen.
“If you are here to mock us, a second is all it takes to wipe that smug off your face,” Girly stepped forward.
“I was joking! Here, you can have it back,” she removed the ring from her finger and tossed it to me. “Do you trust me now?”
“What do you want in return?” I asked.
“All I want is simple—protection. After that, you can do whatever you want.”
“Protection from what?”
“I could go there alone if I could, but demons and witches eat any
