I got a couple of requests for a Helena point of view so here it is. You better like it.


(Harvest 2nd, eighteenth hour, Helena's POV)

So much pain. I thought as I finished wrapping the bandages of the last wounded human and started to gather up my stuff. Most of the medical supplies I did not own but I kept some necessities with me just in case. I walked down the hallways towards my family's quarters, contemplating what I saw. The fell were heartless and cared not for anything, werewolves were their biggest problem because they of course never clean their teeth which leads to infections, also their massive claws and extreme biting power could easily kill without the infectious teeth. I walked into the small living that housed my family and sat down in a chair in front of my father.

"You okay Blossom?" Father asked, he was a tall Faun with a graying goatee. He had clear blue eyes and was tougher than most. He had a grizzled expression almost constantly on his face and when he was in battle he knew what he was doing. His legs were black like his son's are.

"Yeah I guess so, more tired than anything else." Father's gaze soften as he leaned forward in his chair.

"Why don't you get some rest than, dinner is still awhile off." I nodded and made to go to my room. "Oh and Blossom," Father called, I looked back and saw him smiling. "I love you."

"Love you too." And with that I went to my room and laid down on my bed. The room was average sized, it could easily accommodate two people, it was painted a light brown with green trim, a large window gave a beautiful view of the forests near the Cair. In a few months I might be sharing it with a new sister, if not my brothers would have a roommate. I chuckled at hoe much the twins wanted another brother, so they could "teach im 'ow ta box and saword fight." I closed my eyes and fell in a light but restful sleep. The sound of my father playing his flute softly in the other room.

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(Alambil 17th, Nineteenth hour, Helena's POV

"It's dinner time." My mother said through the open door, I could smell the spices mother used in the stew. I got out of bed and headed towards the dining room. Father and the twins were already at the table and the twins looked like they were ready to dive in at a moments notice. Mother came in and sat down, after she was properly seated we all bowed our heads and thanked the Great Emperor Over the Sea for all the blessings they had, and I had to agree, we were blessed beyond measure. And that got me thinking about Ethan, he had absolutely nothing, no past, no memories, no parents, just him and his name. I got jerked back to the present when someone spoke.

"You've been awfully quite." Mother said.

"Oh I was just thinking."

"You're not thinking about any young bucks are you?' Father asked, causing me to blush.

"In a way," I said back, I realized the error of what I said when Father's hands gripped the spoon he held fiercely, I decided to explain. "I was thinking about how little Ethan had, no memories of anything whatsoever." Father nodded but he still wasn't pleased.

"Who's this Ethan?"

"Remember, the boy they found on the beach, he cannot remember anything besides his name."

"Oh yes, now I remember him. I would like to meet this boy, when is he off bed rest?"

"He is off it now, but please don't kill him, he's a nice person." Father grunted and it seemed he was plotting something. I inwardly grimaced at the thought of what happened to the last young boy came into my life, and he didn't have a romantic attachment to her, but Father was certain that he tried to kiss her one time and it resulted with him on a boat to the Seven Isles, when he was from Archenland.


Uh oh, what does Klyro have planned for Ethan? Hopefully he doesn't plan on sending him to the Seven Isles also. Anyway please review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Helena's point of view.