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I'm tempted to give up on this story, since I have another completely different idea, and I think it's too much responsibility dealing with more than one story.
His eyes shot open from sleep.
He realized that something had waked him up.
The sound of a person.
He looked around without moving to see Clera getting up from her sleep.
She tied her golden hair into the same ponytail she did every day, curls at the bottom, just barely touching her shoulders.
Then she took off, in the direction of the woods.
Gilan decided that it would be best to follow her, for her safety, he told himself.
He was, after all, the best unseen mover.
He found her at a nearby pond, looking in it intently, as if looking for something to soothe her.
It did not surprise him at all.
And it was then that Gilan knew that he had to approach her.
"I had no idea you rose so early, even Halt doesn't get up this early." Gilan said, with amazement in his voice.
"You all make Halt seem so tough, but he really is a warm sensitive person on the inside." Clera said, not looking up from the water.
Gilan smiled, "You used to go to the creek by Mac Niel's house, every morning and night,"
"And you used to follow me," Clera smiled, interrupting Gilan.
"You used to look in the creek so intently; I thought you lost something in there." Gilan said.
Clera smiled sadly, "But I did lose something in the water."
Gilan nodded, understanding. "I wish you had told me about Noah."
Clera sighed, she knew she would have to tell him someday.
Why did she have to be so weak?
"There really was nothing to say, a man abducted us. The man was filthy and ugly. Kept us underground, I thought I would never recognize sunlight again." Clera began.
"He used to take my brother out every day after sunset, and every day we thought it was the last time we'd see each other." Clera continued, "But one day, he took the both of us. He took us to a creek, and began to make us a fire. Noah told me to run and never look back. I thought he would follow me, and I took off. He kept screaming, keep running Clera, don't look back. I would've never left him, I thought he would follow me. I would never leave him."
She said the story so emotionless, and lifeless. Gilan was speechless.
"Mac Niel told me that things happen for a reason. I decided that the reason was so that I could slaughter that man. Then he had the guts to kill everyone else. My mother, my aunt, my cousins. Me and my father were lucky we were not home at the time. The reason it happened was that I could stop him from doing it to other innocent people in the world. I will slaughter that dog for taking Noah away from me."
Gilan saw anger in her eyes, nothing like he had seen before.
He realized that Clera did not talk about herself very often; therefore he had no clue whether that had been the whole story or not.
Gilan took her hand tenderly and turned to look her straight in the eyes.
Piercing blue, met deep green as he told her passionately, "I swear that I will do anything in my power to help you do what you need to."
He squeezed her hand before letting go. Clera sighed.
She had never really made true friends with anyone after Noah.
He had been the favorite; after all, and she loved him with all her heart.
Old Bob couldn't even look at her right after Noah and his mother passed, because they looked so alike.
A smile came to her face as she remembered Noah, and then remembered Horace.
Both were straight thinkers, and passionate.
Horace would always have a special place in her heart because of that.
She remembered Horace, and remembered that she still had not made the morning meal for everyone.
She got up and they both walked silently back to where everyone was.
The smell of coffee and sweet porridge filled the air as everyone began to wake up.
Will and Horace's sweet smiles after eating reminded Gilan that all of them had not done much work since Clera came.
She had always taken it under herself to take care of everyone else.
Gilan was also very thankful for their conversation they had that morning.
They found themselves alone again right before they began riding again.
There was a comfortable silence between them, interrupted by Horace's confused figure approaching Clera.
"Is anything wrong?" Clera asked simply.
"Well I was thinking, that since you're a girl and all, I could ask you a question about, well, you know" Horace said hesitantly.
"Girls" Clera finished for him.
Horace nodded happily, glad that she understood.
"Do you think that the Princess likes Will?" Horace asked, feeling pressure building inside of him.
Gilan decided to take charge, "I think the both of you are very close in her heart, after all you've been through."
Horace nodded looking down.
"Thank God I'm here, and that I'm a girl, right?" Clera began smiling, "Gilan is absolutely incorrect. There may have been a time that she liked him but it's definitely not now."
Horace frowned, "You are sure about this?" He asked innocently.
"The best thing you could do for a girl is to always be there. In times of happiness, but more importantly in times of pain. Make her feel like she is the most important girl in your world, and she'll come around." Clera explained.
She felt like she left out a very important piece of information.
She then added, "Trust me, I'm a girl."
Finally that's done.
I don't know what color Gilan's eyes are, I always imagined them to be blue, don't get mad if your imagination is different from mine!
I can't really decide how many more chapters I should do before they reach the seaport.
Suggestions would be nice, please?
I told you I love Horace
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