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He came here every summer, year after year. Some say he was just a lazy ass who didn't have money or that he was just using us for our hospitality. But those are all just rumors that many people choose to believe. The real reason he came every summer, was to see me. I met him was i was just the age of 6, i remember seeing him covered head to toe in mud, or dare i ask horse droppings, he was just standing there on top of the hill looking at me...then the strangest thing that my 6 year old self could not understand but after staring at me for quite a while tears started to trail down his face, while sharing a sincere smile.  Being the timid child i was i went to get my mother who was hanging laundry outside of our cottage. she saw me running and met me half-way looking behind me she saw the man, after studying him from afar my mother looked down and saw something that made her eyes wide. i turned around and that's when i notice too he was injured, and bleeding. After seeing this my mother helped him into the house by putting his arm behind her neck and hers on his waist hoisting him up into our poor excuse for a cottage. since we only had chairs she asked me to move everything off the table and we set him up on that, setting him up on that table gave me a better view of him, and i will never forget what he looked like. He had messy dark brown hair though the lighting from our lanterns gave it this golden glow, his eyes were many different shades of emerald green his skin was a beautiful color that i found to be incredably beautiful it was this light tan and soft. After setting him on the table my mother took off his shirt revealing more of his injured body, we saw his eyes shut tightly and heard a hiss come from his lips as the cold air grazed his wound. When he opened his eyes he looked down at me with a smile and with a look that read "I will be okay". My mother was actually used to this type of thing since she had to do it for a living, she was a nurse who helped in the army when needed. When all of his wounds were wrapped she brought down a few pillows from her sewing room upstairs, it was just the left of the bathhouse and across from my bedroom. She lifted his head and placed the two most plush pillows that i have ever seen and covered him in a thick blanket, after all it was typically cold here in the day but got worse when the sun fell. She told him to make himself at home only to respond in a nod and asked me to get ready for bed since i had chores to do in the crack of dawn. After giving her a look of displeasure i decide that it would be better to go upstairs like my mother said instead of hanging around the stranger. I headed up the stairs slowly, about halfway I heard a voice saying "Goodnight mi amore" to this day i have never forgetten what that voice sounded like it was beautiful and full of compassion. I turned around to respond but words did not come out, i just stared into his green eyes and nodded. As I laid in bed looking up at the many holes in the ceiling I couldn't help but let my mind wander. "who is he?", "where did he come from?", "are we in danger?". These questions did not cease to fill my mind but only to get even more questions into my mind. So instead of just wondering there and worrying myself to sleep i decided to get some answers from our mysterious house guest. Creeping down the steps slowly one foot in front of the other i saw him sleeping peacifully his breathing was slow and his face was relaxed. Making it to the bottom of the stairs i heard a moan coming from him "Darn it, so close" i thought as i started to make a get away to my room, only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder. "I thought you might show up little one" I stopped dead my tracks "H-How did you know i was here?" i stuttered. He looked at me like i had asked the dumbest question known to man "This house is a bit on the creaky side" he said with a smile, he had so many teeth...his skin brought out his teeth even more making them like as white as snow. Not knowing what to say back to that I decided to get my answers that i had come for in the first place. "um, i was just wondering..what are you doing here?" his hand got tighter around my shoulder while looking at me with smiling eyes and he simply responded, "i came to see you". "me?!" "ME?!" I looked at him puzzled and scared. so much more questions started to fill my head but only one managed to escape my lips "why?". His smile faded and he looked at the ceiling, after a few seconds he asked me to bring a chair over to the table and for me to sit down while he was explaining to me. I expected to hear a story but instead i was SHOWN a story. He opened his hands to reveal a ball of flame resting in his palms, i backed up from the chair startled..."he was holding fire!, FIRE!" "Don't be scared Evelyn, it won't hurt us" starting to come back to the table he closed his palms again and started rubbing them together causing some sparks to fly around his hands. He them opened them again which caused the sparks to float above us, they looked like stars. I felt a hand on mine leading me to one of the stars my hand touch it causing it is glow brighter. I pulled my hand away and face toward him "are you a wizard?" I asked with my eyes full of wonder he laughed and patted my head "not exactly" he said. The stars disappeared leaving the one lantern near the window the only source of light "there is more that meets the eye Evelyn, we are not like the rest." this made me make a confused look on my face, seeing this he simply shook his head and placed a kiss on my forehead and told me that i should go get some rest, saying goodnight i did what i was told and went to bed, with barely any answers. We woke up only to find the blanket and pillows on the floor with a note on the table saying "I will return mi amore"