This man standing before me with a knife to the bandit's neck is enchanting. His green-eyes are so...I can't put a word on it. Maybe magical. I can sense the magic in the air as if it were an odor. At least I tend to think of it that way considering it is the one thing standing between me and my happiness. I hate magic, but at the same time I love it.
The bandits holding Genevieve no longer seem to think it is so imperative that they get their way. They let go of the young Princess and she sags to the ground, obviously in pain from the deep wound on her neck. Her hand instantly goes up to it in order to stop the bleeding. It seems futile, however, because the flow of blood does not slow. I really shouldn't have fought back. She thinks to herself as the world goes darker than it was before.
The men, cowardice as they are, begin to run away from the dark scene. Its as if the intimidation from the men are to much to bare. Even if they do not understand the humidity in the air is magic they are still intuitive that something odd is going on. Even if the men that saved Eve will let him go, she is not as merciful. Suddenly some tree branches appear out of the forest and they skewer the men. It is then that they disappear into the forest.
I've lost my family, my home, and my friends. It is now that I've finally lost myself and everything I believe in. What other price must I pay for baring the gift of magic? She thinks to herself just before she loses consciousness. The world goes black and just before her eyes close she sees the beautiful green eyes that had saved her.