Middle Ages

1300-1450

It had been a week since Arthur had found [name] laying in the field they now walked to every evening for air. Slow breeze flashed throughout the sky while the violet sky held [names]'s attention for a few good seconds before they both started walking again. Arthur wouldn't want to admit it but having [name] around felt right, like she was the missing part of what he needed to get through all the stress of the day.

When she had first woken up in his house he could never forget the first words she said to him when she slowly walked over to chair he was seated at and pulled his sleeve slightly.

"Would you mind being my friend today and tomorrow, I've haven't made any yet and you have flowers just mine" she smiled now, bringing her attention to the carefully planned bouquet that sat on his window sill. Arthur was surprised by her abrupt entry but could tell she genuinely wanted a person to call her friend. All his life, he had never had a younger sibling to look over because all of his brothers where older than him. Turning to see the small child Arthur observed she still was enthralled by the flowers and couldn't help but smile.

He crouched down to her level looking at the same flowers she did and slowly pulled on out of the vase to say, "It's a rose[1]. Have you seen one before?" he asked smiling gently at her while she still kept her eyes on the plant.

"No, the flowers don't grow like that in town. They all grow longer. Why does it look like that?" [name] asked while stroking the pedals to feel the soft smooth layer.

"I'm not sure why they look like this but I can show you more if you want." Arthur could tell by the time he said this she really began to become excited because her smile widened when she looked at him.

"Really! There are even more? Arethey all the same or do they have different colors?" [name] couldn't believe there was any other type of flower outside the ones she had seen so many times in her home.

"Yes there are many different colors I'll show you them. There right outside and around town." Arthur handed her the flower while he stood up, she had already made a start for the door. "Wait." he called to her before she reached the corner and she stood there at the end of the hall. Arthur then got a better look and saw how small she really was, how innocent, and naive she was to world about her, he could see all of that in her eyes and smile. And from there on he knew he never wanted her to see all the evils he'd witnessed in his time and that he needed to preserve what she had, he knew he would be the one to protect her from now on. "What's your name?" He finally said.

"[name]" she smiled before running out the door. How could he ever forget when he met her, she had grown so close to him in only a week it was amazing but he knew he needed to be there for her. [name] and Arthur continued there walk down the dirt path that they both had memorized so well by now. She was so happy to finally make a friend and the two where almost inseparable now. She would visit him every week just to make sure he had a friend to talk to as she said, but she knew she needed him as much as he needed her.

[name] continued her path until she spotted a few clovers ahead, she wanted to try her luck to find a four leaf clover. They were lucky from what Arthur had told her. She didn't stop when Arthur yelled her name as she sped off, only to stop when she say what appeared to be people lying on the ground. [name ] slowly made her way around them to notice the stone cold features of each person, their hands folded neatly over in a silent prayer only she could tell they weren't breathing. They were dead, laid out on the road only to buried by the air that hung around them[2]. Her eyes widened at the horror she saw in front of her. One of them didn't look that much older than her, all three laid out in a neatly aligned row, waiting to turn back into the dirt from which they came. She didn't even notice she had begun to cry until she felt Arthur's arms around her pulling her close and whispering to her

"Don't you weep" because he knew that things would eventually get better.

[1] The national flower of England is the English Rose

[2] The plague, more commonly known as the Black Death, struck Europe in 1347 and perhaps killed one-third of the population