A/N This is the first chapter to the sequel of Open Arms. If you guys have any ideas or such, (i.e questions you would like answered ) please let me know comments are welcomed!
Lost memories chapter 1
I felt my heart racing as the knife dug deep into his side. My breath caught as I watched his eyes grow wide with shock and realization.
"I always knew."
His voice echoed through my mind replaying his last words over and over again. And somewhere in the back of my head I could just here myself saying hopelessly ….
Forgive me.
I woke with a start, dagger in my hand, examining the darkness that lay before me. Straining my ears, I listened to the sounds around me. The wind on the shutter. The prattle of the rats as they scampered across the wooden floors. The breathing of my son still sound asleep, his two year old body taking up more room than necessary.
Placing the dagger back on the night stand, I removed the covers and went to the kitchen.
The nightmare had been haunting me since I left. Every day the scene would replay in my head and every day I would pray for forgiveness…for something only I knew of.
Taking the kettle I filled it with water and put in on the fire to boil. Tea sounded wonderful right now.
The days seemed so long, the nights seemed so short. It would only be a matter of time before they'd find us again.
Sigh
The kettle sounded and I moved to make the tea.
Then I heard a crash.
Running to the room I pulled out a dagger expecting the worse but when I entered I saw nothing, heard nothing aside from the cries of Aedan's fear. Dropping the dagger I moved to scoop him off the bed. "shh, shh, Mama's here." I caressed his head to stop his crying. Carrying him with me I went over to examine where the crash had come from.
"Maker," the bottom shelf of the bookshelf stood collapsed on the floor, the books spread all across the floor. Placing Aedan down on the floor beside me I bent over and replace the shelf.
"Help Mama pick up the books?" I looked up at Aedan and smiled when he nodded and began to help.
Smiling we both began replacing the books back on the shelf just as we had done before.
That's when I saw it. Sprawled on floor underneath a chantry book.
Anders's manifesto.
"We've been through there before, your highness, with no sign of her." The aid was starting to sound extremely annoyed, which only helped to drop Sebastian's mood further.
Aggravated, he ran a hand through his un-kept hair. Glancing outside he saw the moon shining brightly through the window.
"'Tis best if we just stop. It's been two years without success and-"
He slammed his hand on the table. "I will not!"
The aid backed up slightly, scared that the next release for the prince's anger might be something more.
Taking a deep breath, Sebastian tried to calm himself. He must do something. One does not simply vanish.
"Aeron."
"sir." A very toned man stepped forward, his dark hair pulled back tightly into a pony tail.
"You, Fenris and I, we leave for Kirkwall tomorrow."
"Sire, what reason do you have-"The aid began but Sebastian held up his hand stopping his words.
"My reasons are my own." Turning to Aeron he said "We leave at dawn."
Aeron nodded and with that him and the aid left the room.
Sebastian turned to the window and stared at the sky.
If only the world was as peaceful as it seemed now.
One way or another he would find them. Both of them.