I am scared and hurt. I can barely breathe or move so I am sitting next to a big box. I don´t want them to find me. I want my tutor, I want to be safe. I don´t want to be hated.

I touch my arm and I cry in pain, it is still bleeding and I can´t make it stop or heal. I am too weak to try to heal myself and I know they are going to find me in any minute. I lean my head over the box and pray for help. I don´t know what to do and I need help. I am just a kid after all. I am just 11 years old. I shouldn´t be thinking about my death sentence. I should be thinking about what I am going to dinner tonight or what to play at noon. I close my eyes and try to fight the tears. I don´t want to cry but I know I am about too. It is not fair.

A ward passes next to me and doesn´t see me. I sigh and then I keep my eyes wide open. I might be vulnerable and weak but if they find me I want to show them that I am not scared, even though I am. I want to prove them I am brave like my tutor. I raise my eyes and then I see him. Emrys. I can´t smile but I know I that I have a chance.

Please, help me. I beg him telepathically. He seems surprised and turns around not sure from where my voice has arrived. I try again. I am hurt and they are looking after me. Emrys turns and sees me. He seems surprised and I am scared he might just leave me alone. I know it´s his destiny to kill me but I don´t know why. My tutor told me that information would be given to me later but I think I will never know. In the other hand I don´t think this skinny boy has the guts to kill a little boy. I hope he doesn´t.

He seems not sue of what to do know. Good sign for me, he is thinking of how he can help me. I don´t want to risk my chance and then I beg him some more as I give him the saddest look I am able to perform. Please.

He is touched and shows me a way into the castle. I look around and I see that there are wards everywhere. I can´t wait any longer and I run as fast as I can still holding my arm. We enter to the castle and the wards are following us. I don´t know where I should go now so Emrys guides me by pulling me by the shirt.

I groan at every step. The cotton sleeve against the cut burs. Emrys doesn´t notice and keeps running. I think he is scarier than me and that doesn´t relax me at all. We run upstairs and then he enters to a room where to girls are chatting. I hide behind Emrys but then I notice how the black haired girl is looking at me and for a weird reason I am not scared. I am not afraid anymore and I know she is going to help me. Then I notice the other girl, her servant for sure. She is also looking at me but I know she doesn´t like me. Of course she doesn´t. She knows who I and she knows what I am. I can´t blame her; the King Uther has make us look bad in front of the society.

"Please, help us." begs Emrys as he pulls me closer. I can barely breathe. The pain of my arm is too much and I can hear the wards step across the door. The lady is our only hope; my only hope.

"Hide him in there." she orders and Emrys guides me there. My eyes are half closed and the room is spinning so fast it is making me dizzy. My head is too heavy and my knees too weak. I lean over the wall and I can control myself any longer. My eyes close and I fall. Emrys catches me and he finally realize about my wound. I don´t know what is going to say the lady to the wards but at least I know I am safe, for now…