Happy B-day Rissy!!!!!!!!!! Wrote you a little fanfic…didn’t have much time sorry everyone if it’s super cheesy and boring…lol…but I hope you enjoy this little story thing…maybe it was halfway decent…I wrote the first two hundred words on my lunch break yesterday…hahaha…anyway, here ye go!!!!

OH, also this might now be my best work...but I truly did try to do well with my limited amount of time!!!!!

(Now a word to the birthday girl! Loves you soooooooooooooooooooo much!!! I am so proud of you and how much you’ve grown! I’m proud of you for continuing to fight and showing me that if I set my mind to it nothing is impossible!!! You and Jai inspire me to be more than what I am!!!!!! Happy Birthday, Rissa-Roo!!!!!! *Yes, I used an embarrassing nickname…lol…*)

Nate Flynn rubbed at his lone eye as he watched the sun set on Newcity. It was brilliant and he couldn’t get over the fact that somehow, he could still see. He was sure that he was going to meet his end on the wall during the battle but he had awoken later to find himself brutally scared but very much alive.

Nate shook his head and ducked inside. He had a home, compliments of King Smallden. A home was given to all the veterans and Nate was glad to have a place to stay but it also made him sad for he was alone. He didn’t have anyone to share his home with. Sometimes he longed intensely to be back in the barracks with others, even if those others were smelly soldiers.

True Studge, Owen, and Jo came to see him when they could but all three of them were still soldiers. Still served, still living. Nate felt like a lump on a log.

He liked the quiet, not always feeling pressured to do things he didn’t necessarily want to do. But he felt empty. There was nothing to occupy his time with.

Nate dropped into his chair and propped his chin up. He wasn’t sure what he could do to make his life more…interesting…full…more like he actually had a purpose. He had tried picking up odd jobs but so far none of them really appealed to him.

Growing cabbages with Picket Longtreader was boring. Serving drinks with Moonlight was monotonous. Helping the Princess in the clinics brought on his nightmares so bad that even though he liked doing it Emma made him stop.

Nate tapped his chin and blew a breath out. What had he planned to do when the war was over? Continue serving the King, marry some pretty doe, settle down, and raise a family. Now all that was crushed.

He couldn’t shoot without his right eye. He couldn’t expect any doe to want to marry a one-eyed useless buck like him. Thus, having a family was gone, and settling down seemed hopeless.

Nate stood and walked to the door. He might as well go for a walk. Nothing else to do.

Heyna traced the scar that ran across her face. Her fingers felt the bristly fur and she sighed.

“What are you doing, Heyna?”

She dropped her hand and turned to smile at her father. “Nothing,” she shook her head and looked away. Trying not to think about the scar across her face and what others must think about it. It made her ugly. Marred her features, but she was proud of it. The only time she didn’t like it was when others stared at it because they knew how she had received it, thanks to Heather. That doe could not keep anything to herself, but she was the Queen. Heyna sighed.

“Does it bother you?” Lord Victor gently stroked the side of her face.

Heyna leaned into her father’s hand. “Not at all, I just wish people wouldn’t stare so.”

Lord Victor smiled. “I don’t think all of them are staring at the scar, you're beautiful my dear, just like your mother.”

Heyna felt tears prick her eyes as she looked into her father's eyes. “Thank you, father!” She whispered, wiping away the wetness gathering on her cheeks.

Lord Victor nodded and pulled her into an embrace. “I am so proud of you darling.”

Heyna leaned against her father’s chest and let his love for her wash over her. What did it matter if she was forever alone because no one could deal with her scared face, she would have father and Cole…

No, not Cole. At least not all to herself, Cole was bound to find a wife one day. Then it would be just her and father and when father was gone just her…Heyna sucked in a breath and pushed away.

“I think I’ll go for a walk.” Then she hurried out onto the streets of Newcity.

That night two rabbits bumped into each other and saw something in each other that no one else had been able to see. They saw the beauty beyond the scars and pain. They saw each other for more than a one-eyed archer and a scarred maiden.

Heyna looked at Nate Flynn and saw a warrior and hero and Nate looked at Heyna Blackstar and saw a doe of grace and beauty who also possessed strength.

That night they meet on different ground than they ever had before. That night they truly discovered each other and when they had finished talking they went their separate ways each vowing they would one day marry the other.