The boy ran past the crowd clutching his arm. Quickly he hid behind a cart. He started crying out for help. "Help me please, help me," the boy said though telepathy. A girl was walking past with a basket of food when she heard the cry for help. She would've known that voice from anywhere quickly she replied "Where are you? Don't be afraid I can help you"

"In front of you, please help me. They're going to kill me please" At that moment the girl scooped him up and hugged him. "I am here to help please don't be afraid" she waved he her hand above his head and whispered an incarnation the boy did not recognise. The boy and the girl walked briskly towards a small, single room cottage but was stopped by a guard who turned the boy around. The boy starred at the guard with fright but the guard then let go of his shoulder and walked away. The boy stood there thunder stuck but the girl held his hand and tugged him, urging him towards the cottage. When the girl unlocked the door, she pushed the boy in and locked the door again. She sat the boy up and said out loud in a very urgent yet caring tone "Where's your injury?". He held out his arm and winced in pain. The girl smiled softly and took his shirt off to look at the wound properly. She bandaged it up lay the boy down on her bed "Rest, you lost a lot of blood. You are very lucky I finished work early today or you might have been caught"

"Can I trust you?"

"That depends on how you see me, trust is blind you can never be sure, but talking to you though the mind is a start" The girl who the boy had finally had a good look at was about nineteen or twenty years old she was putting away the food and picked out some vegetables to make dinner. "What is your name?" said the boy once again though telepathy.

"My name is Clarussia and yours?" She already knew what his name was but asked anyway.

"Mordred my name is Mordred" Mordred closed his eyes to rest but his mind was still on Clarussia, the name was so familiar. By the time Mordred woke up he saw Clarussia eating soup she looked over at Mordred she gave a wide smile and said "How are you feeling? Would you like some food?" He nodded and slowly propped himself up and Clarus put a bowl of soup on his lap and he started to eat. It was amazing it tasted exactly like something his mother would have made, he then thought about his mother as he ate. "Let me clean the wound again" she put some sort of paste on the wound he felt a sharp sting and winced. "I'm sorry I know it hurts but it'll make it better Mordred"

"The person you were with, was he your father?" Again Clarus knew the answer but asked anyway. There was a long pause as Mordred tried to avoid the question hoping to never answer it. "It's okay you don't have to tell me I have an idea. Alright I must go somewhere but first I need to do something" Clarus mumbled through telepathy. She once again whispered the incarnation and gave a quick smile then left. Mordred sat there and wondered what the spell she used did but he put it to the back of his mind and concentrated on resting and getting better but there was something nagging him about his Father he knew he was the be executed but, but what if there was something he could do to stop it?

When outside Clarus walked briskly towards the castle and entered through a secret door. She then made her way to the dungeons hoping to see someone she hadn't seen in years. When she got there she hid behind a pillar and muttered "Swefn" and the guards instantly started to get drowsy and fall asleep. She rushed towards a cell but no one was there she went to a second one. A man was sitting starring at Clarus. She walked right past him but stopped and walked backwards to see him again. "Father is that you?" she said quietly as she removed the hood of her cloak. "Is that you Clarussia! I-I what happened to you we all thought you were dead. I'm so glad to see you; do you know where Mordred is?"

"He's in my care and safe but the reason why I am here is to say goodbye before you die. I would love to break you out but it's too dangerous and that might put Mordred into danger and then both of you will die I can't stand it. I mean-"

"Clarus its fine I know what you mean and its okay as long as you and Mordred are safe then I am content with dying. How is your magic coming along, and your gift?"

"My magic is coming along well and my gift, I just have short bursts but I am trying to control it. To be completely honest if I didn't have a vision four years ago I would have never left. I saw what Mordred's fate was and I was scared so I ran away hoping to change his destiny. I only can hope it works,"

"We can only hope. Tell him that I love him and I want you to train him" There was a slight pause and he continued "Does he know that you are siblings? Are you going to bring him back to the group?"

"No I don't think he realises yet so I am going to tell him when he is healed and all of this is over. No I don't think I should but if he wants me to that's fine I guess but I will not go."

"Well he will be your apprentice soon so he should stay with you, you need to go the guards are waking up, remember I love you and keep safe Clarussia"

"I love you too, father" Clarussia said as she moved swiftly out from the dungeons she gave a sad smile and with that she left.

So that was a start of a story that just popped in my head. I've been writing this for quite a while but updates will be quite slow because of school. tell me what you think I hope you like it. I'm also sorry for any mistakes and such, I am my own beta so please be nice! constructive criticism is greatly appreciated but if you want to hate on it please pick on some other person. Also for Clarussia's nickname to make any sense her name is pronounced Clarus-sia.

That's it from me, read you next time! ^.^