Jo: And were back! With chapter 2 of this epic story of epical epicness!
Livy: Epical, epicness?
Jo: It's a word!
Livy: *rolls eyes* Anyway, moving onto the story. Johan and Peewit belong to Peyo.
Jo: I belong to CartoonCaster21
Livy: And I belong to myself!
Jo: Enjoy!
Late that evening, after all the knights had restored order in the hectic castle, the King had considered it was safe to call it a night. Though, after the random attack, Robert and Phillip were asked to stand guard at the drawbridge (much to many of the servince's dismay) and the King himself remained awake in his throne room with Dame Barbra, discussing the chaos and what the teens had informed them shortly after they found them in the hallway. (Wasn't hard to find them, they just followed the trail of fallen attackers)
Meanwhile, the teens were sitting in Johan's room who - despite being reassured - was still restless to the fact that he knew the man from somewhere.
"No worries 'bout it, Granddaddy. Many people look like each other. Their called dopplegangers or something. Apperently there can be two up to seven people who resemble you in the world." Jo stated, hanging upside-down off the side of Johan's bed.
"Jo's right, Johan." Livy started, sitting on her boyfriend's bed, "This man might not even had known you."
"But...he was avoiding me...like he did know me..." Johan said. The troubled teen was sitting on his window ledge, looking out, pretending to be watching the village.
"You don't know that," Peewit started. The jester was sitting on the floor, an odd mouth instrument in hand. He was currently cleaning it with an old ragged cloth. "Everyone in this kingdom and the next has heard of us - especially you, Johan. He must have not realized we were there or something and then they tried to bolt because they knew we would win."
"That's so true," Jo agreed, "we're totally awesome like that."
Johan just sighed, gripping the heavy draps and pulling them forcefully together, completely knocking out the moon's rays, leaving the kids with only the light illuminating from the flickering flame, dancing upon the melting wax they called a candle. "Thank you for your reassurance, but I still believe there is more. I feel this man hath known me - or maybe us - but more me from some other where."
Livy stood from her spot on his bed, walking over to the silhoutte of the squire. "I'm sorry, Johan. But we'll figure this all out tomorrow, 'kay? Its getting late, and going to bed with a full mind is never good."
"Try to get some sleep." The brunette said, placing a hand on her beloved's shoulder.
Johan couldn't help but give the smallest of smiles to the girl. He took her hand off his shoulder and held it in his hand. "I'll try M'lady."
"Kissy kissy. Someone's in loooooove." Peewit teased in a sing-song like voice, only to be smacked in the face with a pillow.
"Your in love to Peebrain." Jo smirked, having thrown the pillow.
"Alright, enough." Livy said going over and ushering her two friends out the door. They all bid goodnight to each other and within moments the squire found himself alone in his room.
Johan sighed and ran a hand through his raven colored locks. Livy was right, there was nothing that could be done about the man this moment. Tomorrow was another day.
Johan stretched and changed into his nightclothes before climbing into bed and blowing out the candle, encasing the room in darkness.
He tossed and he turned, and he turned and he tossed but it was useless. Two hours had gone by and Johan was still wide awake. He flipped over onto his stomach, sticking his hands under the pillow and pulled out his most treasured item. His baby blanket.
Despite basically being an adult, Johan had held onto the faded blue, tattered blanket all these years for many reasons. It brought him comfort as a child when he was frightened, even acted as a cape when he pretended to be knight.
But the main reason that he held onto it was because it was a gift from his mother. She hand-stitched it herself and even to this day, when Johan held it, he could almost feel his mother's loving arms around him.
The squire smiled down sadly at the blanket and rubbed it between his fingers. "Who was that man Mother?" he whispered.
He then got out of bed and went to go get some warm milk to help him fall asleep, leaving the blanket on the bed, out in the open.
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Meanwhile, outside of the castle, the black-cloaked man from earlier had returned, this time alone. It had taken much insistance to his surviving men to why he was leaving for awhile.
Flashback
"Where are you going?" Den, a fellow member of his gang, had asked, having spotted the leader heading off.
"For a walk. Watch the others." He replied, pulling his hood further over his eyes even though it couldn't go anymore.
Den had leaned against a near tree, watching suspiciously, "Something on your mind?" When he didn't reply, Den continued, "Is it the attack? Just because not all of us got away, does not mean the end, Gearehart. We will seek our revenge for them, and you can personally kill those stupid kids who killed our men. Blasted teena-"
"Do not dare speak of those children in that manner!"
Den had looked at Gearehart with such shock, the leader wasn't sure what to do. He hadn't told his men what he had discovered, but he couldn't help that outburst. Overcoming the shock, Gearehart couldn't rid of the face he had reiceved minutes before. Den had given him a somewhat suspicious yet odd look, a look that told that he knew something, yet didn't at the same time...if that was possible. But although he had no explanation that wouldn't give too much away to explain of the outburst, Gearehart regretted just leaving the younger man. Leaving him to ponder and might as well discover what Gearehart was hiding.
End of Flashback
Gearehart sighed, looking up at the castle. He had to make sure that boy he ran into was really who he thought it was, who he had always hoped had lived but hoped to never see him...not with him being...this...
There was a rustling, but Gearehart thought nothing of it as he neared the castle, easily having got over the moat, surprisingly not being spotted. Though, with the smell of alcohol in the near air and the sound of deep snoring, it was safe to assume the knights on duty were drunk and asleep.
Carefully, he used to the vines to help climb up the stone wall, up to the window where he had seen the raven-haired boy staring out of minutes before. When the window was in arms reach, Gearehart pulled himself fully up, yet carefully, hoping nobody was in the room.
And luck was on his side because nobody was in the room. Not even the raven boy.
With this assurance, Gearehart fully walked into the room, admiring it. It was a suitable size for a teenager, with a medium and comfy looking bed tucked to the side. There were drawers and a mirror, paintings and many items. Swords and armor hung off the walls where a painting didn't cover. The kingdom's crest hung over the rich-appearing bed.
"This can't be my son...can it...?" Gearehart stared in awe, never had he seen so much wealth, how did his son - if it was his son - get to the castle?
The flickering candle called for attention, and so he looked over, noticing a small painting in a wooden frame next to it. Gearehart picked it up and looked. The painting was of a brunette-haired girl with green eyes with a golden locket clipped around her neck. The painting was only of the girl's chest and up, but he had no clue who she was. Perhaps a friend.
As he set the picture back, a blue silhoette from the beautiful bed caught his chocolate eyes. He looked up and saw something that had his heart drop. If he had still held that picture, he would have dropped it too. For on the bed was an all-too familiar faded blue, ragged blanket that was much too small for a teenager, but perfect for a baby.
Gearehart walked over to the blanket, lifting it into his arms. "I remember you...when you were new...I'm glad he kept you..." The cloaked man held the blanket close, smelling the familiar scent of his wife. No doubt, it was confirmed who the boy was, and it gave him both relief and uneasiness.
The sudden shuffling of feet was heard and Gearehart froze. Someone was coming! The footsteps were to close and he couldn't make it to the window in time so he did the only thing he could do. He hid himself in the closet.
Johan came back into the room, half empty goblet of milk in hand. As close as he dared, Gearehart peeked out and finally took a moment to look at the boy...to look at his son.
So many emotions and questions filled his mind. It was bizarre at least. The last time Gearehart had seen his son, the boy was only months old. Not even a year. And now, well he was a man. He felt his heart ache for missing out on so many years.
Johan's eyebrow quirked. Something was off. All his years of training had given him a sixth sense of sort. Something was wrong...but what.
Gearehart raised his own eyebrow as the boy began looking for...something. He placed the milk onto the night-table and then got on all fours looking under the bed. Gearehart looked down at his hand and realized what Johan was looking for. In his haste to hide, he had forgotten to drop the blanket!
"Damnit-Opp!" Gearehart quickly covered his mouth but it was too late. Mere seconds later, the closet door flew open and he found himself staring into the eyes of his son.
Livy: Duh duh, duuuuuh! Cliffhanger!
Jo: Your so evil! Your supposed to be the nice one!
Livy: We all have a little bit of evil in us honey.
Jo:...Don't call me honey.
Livy: ^^
Jo: Anywho, that's all for this story!
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