Call Of The Spirits Chapter 11 I screech with pain, blood pouring from the wound. I manage to see Fortis walk off into the forest, before... "Parva, darling, you are having a nightmare" a voice calls to me worried in a worried tone. I slowly opened my eyes, Fortis was there, I was so worried and scared. I sat quickly and dived into hugging mode before Fortis took another breath. "I'm so glad your here" I sob on his shoulder, Fortis was hugging me now, whispering comforting words in my ear. We were now curled up on my bed. The tears were starting to dry up and I started to feel safe once more. I didn't want anything to ruin a moment as perfect as this and by the looks of it Fortis didn't want to either, then I noticed the most dirty thing I had ever seen, greasy, caked with dirt, matted and most likely, could be alive. It was Fortis's hair and it looked like a E.T. "Fortis, would you like me to wash your hair" I say, "Is it really messy" He says and his hands shoot upwards to cover his hair, "No it isn't" I lie "I just thought it would be a good idea before your hair feels neglect and runs away" I say even though if hair had feels and legs, Fortis's hair would be in a place like Panem. "Okay" Fortis says while pulling his hair so he could get a good look at it and he makes quite a disgusted face at it. I help Fortis to his feet and we walk down to the stream. "I will wash yours" he says, I feel my greasy hair and I just can't refuse, "Ok, then" I say smiling. The part of the stream we arrived at was more like a massive pond, quickly Fortis led me to a part so I could lie down on my back with my hair in the water. "Ladies first" he says, "No, age before beauty, that doesn't work does it" I said and start to take out my hair. "Why, not you are younger than me, three months in fact" he says helping me with my hair so I don't yank any humungous clumps out, "I know, but I don't have the beauty, I'm a pig in mud" I say finally getting my hair out and lie on my back. "No your not, your. . ." he begins "You have got looks and don't you deny it" I snap, "No I don't, you. . ." he says, but I interrupt again, "You have got a cute baby face, beautiful hazel hair, stunning green eyes and muscles like steel" I say smiling at his beauty and all my compliments. I only know he had muscles of steel because: 1. It's visible 2. He won a wrestling competition in school 4 years running 3. You never want him to be worried and terrified, like the last time we met The Caeruleus and Fortis to be holding your hand. All I can say to describe it is the pain was excruciating. Firstly there was cooling sensation of the water pouring over my sweaty forehead and hair. I sigh in relaxation and this makes Fortis smile. We didn't know what was living in the stream and how dirty it was but it beats having a sweaty, greasy rag on top of your head. When he had finished I rapped my hair in the remains of Fortis's jacket. "Ok Fortis, you lie down while I refill the bottle" I say and following my orders he lies down but very cautiously. Probably scared his head might falls in and he slowly drowns or a gigantic fish jumps out and take his nut off, if not that it must be something really childish for a 5ft 9in sixteen year old boy who is strong as a cheetah is one speedy cat. Refilling the bottle was harder than it looks because when I picked it out of the water it had either a lot of seaweed in it or a small fish this meaning I had to tip it back in and try again. "Here, filled a bottle" Fortis beamed and handed me the bottle, the water was clear and I mean clear, as clear as glass. "How do you do that?" I asked in shock and with a hint of rage since it could take me hours and it takes him like a second, but I couldn't be mad at him, ever.