Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me…they belong to Sherwood Smith, one of the most talented writers! The one person that belongs to me is the mysterious boy.
A/N: I noticed that there wasn't any facfics for Wren and so I decided to try to make one. This is my first fanfic so please read it and review… Thanks
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PROLOUGE:
This takes place after Wren's War but king and queen are still alive. If you have not read the three books about Wren then you may not understand what is happening, but you should read it anyway. Well, enjoy!
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"Get out!" the man at the desk yelled to the boy walking in.
"Fine! It's not like you ever have any time for me anyway," the boy muttered under his breath as he walked out. He was of medium build with brown hair and emerald eyes.
He hated his father when he was like this, and he was like this most of the time. For as long as he could remember his father would ignore him and scold him. He always believed it was because his mother had died giving birth to him. Lately his father's moods had become worse …but no one ever told him why, as a matter of fact he never knew about anything that concerned his father. The guards were kind to him but would never give him any news of his father's affairs, fearing that Andreus would punish them.
He walked briskly, back to his room, slammed the door, opened a book of many plays, and the next thing that he knew he was acting out the play.
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After The War
While this was happening, back in Meldrith, Wren was packing for her quick visit to her Aunt Niss's inn at Allat Los, when someone knocked on the door. When she answered it, there stood two people she quickly recognized.
It's Tess and Tyron! Wren thought happily as she let her two best friends in.
Princess Teressa Rhisadel, heir to Meldrith, a beautiful short haired brunette with dazzling blue eyes gracefully waked into the room. Following behind her was a tall lanky young man with unruly brown hair and brown eyes Tyron, heir to be the Queen's Magician.
"Are you positive that you two can't go with me?" Wren asked her friends, knowing the answer, although she had asked them so many times before.
"I would much rather leave all the business to Teresa here, but she said since we are both heirs, we're in this together." he said grumpily.
Tess sighed. "Tyron, there is just so much to do after the war with Andreus. And it's so strange that no one knows his whereabouts…so it's just more confusion here at court. You know that we would go if we could, but right now it's impossible. We have to rebuild the damage. Father said official business first and the visit later."
She turned to Wren. "I'm sorry Wren. You know how much I want to meet your relatives. Hopefully we can meet you there in a couple of days."
"Please hurry! I made up an illusion story for Niss's birthday and I wanted you both to see it! Besides, I can't wait to show you everything at the inn!!" Wren said trying to sound understanding. It's going to be a long and boring trip with just me and my thoughts…I wish someone could keep me company…and then began to wonder where her other best friend, Prince Connor of Siradayel was. She wished that he would be traveling with her, but he had left a few days ago to find out about his heritage.
"Don't forget to summon us with our rings when you are about to leave. We don't want you to leave without a proper good bye." Tyron reminded her. Tess nodded in agreement. With that they left Wren to finish packing.
She sighed. He's probably having an adventure right now thinking of the young man with dark red hair and grey eyes as she placed a few of her magician's tunics in her pack.
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The young man with a brown dog continued along their journey. The road was desolate and the young man sighed. I wish I would meet someone soon. This must be one of the most uneventful trips I've ever had. I wish Wren was here. She would make me laugh. Prince Connor thought as he was walking along a bridge with his shaggy, brown dog, Tip.
Suddenly, Tip stopped. Prince Connor still lost in thought almost stumbled over him. He regained his balance with the staff he held in his hand, looked around but saw nothing. Just as he was about to reach over to ask Tip about his strange behavior, he felt something poking him from behind. He turned around. There stood a man in his mid-thirties, strong build pointing a sword at him.
"Don't move! Who are you and what are you doing going this way? Answer me!" the man shouted.