Wonderkind

She looked up at him as she stood, brushing the sand off her dress.

“You must be excited.”

 

"I'm excited for you," she replied, taking his hand.

 

She fell silent, looking up at the mountain with a little bit of trepidation.

"There it is," she mused dramatically. "The place I'll die."

 

"Look at that place, Z," she said, gesturing. "That definitely looks like the place where the love interest dies."

 

"No, you're the main character," she replied, taking his hand. "The love interest dies, and then you go all dramatic and emo, promising to avenge me. But wait!" She squeezed his hand melodramatically. "You were actually the one who was responsible for my death!"

 

She started laughing deeply.

"Emo is you before you were imprisoned."

 

"It's like... sad, kinda, but angsty sad, you know? Like dramatically sad and angry."

 

She started laughing, hooking arms with him.

"Weren't you?"

 

"You killed hundreds," she said, raising one finger. "You pillaged villages, you threatened civilizations, you were a warlord, and you had concubines." She raised an eyebrow. "Typical, normal teenager."

 

She started laughing a little, looking up at him.

"Weirdo," she said fondly, reaching up and rubbing the base of one of his horns gently. "I think I'm really in love with you."