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What
bothered her really was the possibility of Enders figuring her out
and exposing her as a false soldier. She would be sent home
immediately and indefinitely. That much was certain. She felt her
palms grow slightly sweaty as she thought more into it.
    Although, Enders
seemed caught up in his own problems and situations at the moment.
It may not even be a thought in his mind that she'd be lying to
him.
    Enders shrugged.
“I always had a knack for adventurous things.”
    Harlow breathed
out a sigh of relief when she saw that he wasn't offended. “So,
what will you do when you meet Robin Hood then?” She asked Enders,
as they walked alongside each other.
    He sighed,
looking down for a moment before looking at her. “Ya know, I've
thought about that for five years, but never had I thought it would
be like this.”
    Harlow tilted her
head at him, furrowing her eyebrows in the process. “What do you
mean?”
    The crowd stopped
moving at that instant. Harlow almost didn't notice as she stopped
a hair before colliding right into the person in front of
her.
    Harlow watched
Aldridge as he stepped up onto another fallen, oak log and surveyed
the area. This time he looked to his right, waiting patiently. He
had his eyes trained on something.
    No, not
something.
    Someone.
    “ Come on, Rob.”
Aldridge said, tapping his toe on the oak, impatiently. Harlow made
a mental note that he was a busy man, and not to bother him unless
under emergency situations.
    Harlow watched as
someone came barreling out from behind a cabin at the left. The man
was smiling, although he looked like he was running late, picking
up his pace while pulling a quiver of arrows onto his back. He was
tall, but not taller than Aldridge. His hair was brown with hints
of grey streaking through it. His green and brown attire, and the
sword hung on his hip, made him look young and adventurous. He was
generally handsome, although he had an older look to him; Overall,
this man reminded Harlow of her own Father.
    “ I'm here,
Chadwick.” The man said, a playful, almost carefree, smile invading
his lips.
    “ About time.”
Aldridge said in response, shaking his head and stepping off the
log. He walked to the left side and watched the man as he attempted
to fix himself up in finality.
    The man looked up
at everybody, and smiled slightly while letting out a breath of
air. “Alright, men!” He said moving to the middle of their
vision.
    Harlow raised an
eyebrow at him. He seemed awfully happy for someone in the middle
of a war.
    ' Maybe he's lost his
mind' she thought to herself,
taking an opprotunity to look at the other men around. No one
really looked all that concerned about him. She recoiled her
thought. Maybe it was too harsh of a judgement.
' Or...maybe he's just trying to
keep it,' she nodded silently to
herself, feeling that the latter thought was far more
accurate.
    Barely a second
passed before she turned her eyes on Enders, who looked up at the
man, his jaw hung slack, his mouth agape, and his eyes open
wide.
    He looked
bewildered, shocked, and suprised all at the same time.
    In that moment,
two things happened at once.
    First, she looked
back up at the man. Then back to Enders. She mentally shrugged,
throwing the issue on the backburning. Whatever he was so shocked
about, she could ask him later.
    Second, she had
realized that her heart thumped against her chest at a faster than
normal. She was nervous, maybe? She was aware that Enders was
handsome, but was she really getting all girly here? She shrugged
it off, taking several deep, quiet breaths as the man on the oak
log started to talk.
    “ Men,” He said
adressing them, “We are not fighting in a war. We are fighting in a
revolution!” The man smiled as some clapped and others hooted.
Harlow did nothing but stare with an eyebrow raised. It wasn't as
if she was too good for all the noise. Instead, she'd taken to make
mental observations of how the men acted. She made several notes to
behave