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* "See you Again" Wiz Khalifa (Cover by Boyce Avenue) check it out its really good

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-Cassie

Chapter 14:

Two weeks later

Amberle walked her horse down the worn path leading into the small town just south of Wil's uncle's farm. This would be the first time she had made the trip without Wil. Most times when she wished to go into town to pick up things that either her or Wil need or Something for the cottage Wil would accompany her, but with it being harvest season Amberle did not wish to pull Wil away from helping his uncle.

Besides i was not like should be long. The trip into town took 15 minutes on horse, however Amberle wished to enjoy the last remaining warm weather of the year and had opted on walking her horse to town which would make the trip an extra 10 minutes.

Her horse, who she had decided to call Sorin stopped in the middle or the track and raised his head towards the south.

A flock of birds flew overhead and Sorin continued on down the path, Amberle holding the reins loosely in her hand.

The ground under feet gave a soft crunch with each step. The ground had begun to freeze during the night causing the ground to slow harden.

For the last few weeks Amberle had busied herself around the farm, although Wil was constantly telling her she didn't have to help she still helped. She spent most of her time cleaning around the small cottage, doing the laundry, cooking and organizing things.

But there was only so much she could do, before everything was done. Some days when Wil was out in the fields with his uncle gathering the crops or when they traveled into town to sell them Amberle would Mount Sorin and ride to the highest point of the Vale and look out towards the mountains.

The work around the farm kept her mind from wondering towards her home most of the time, but when the days were slow she often dreamed of home and her uncle.

Today was one of those day. However instead of making the journey across the Vale to look upon the mountain that separated her from her home, Amberle made the trip to town to collect things that the cottage needed.

Amberle hiked up the last hill separating her from the town, and looked upon the scene before her.

It was between a giant hill and the river that spanned the length of the Vale. It was made up of of a few homes, a inn, and the market. It wasn't much compared to the towns Amberle was use to in Arborlon.

Amberle strolled right on into town, a few of the people Wil had introduced her to on other visits gave her a wave or a simple nod of the head. Most, however disliked the idea of an elf living so close to their homes.

Here in the Vale, elves we said to cause nothing but trouble. Most of their knowledge of elves had been based off of Wil's father. Shea Ohmsford had suffered at the hands of the elfstones, and in using them had all but lost his mind.

He had been a regular at the local pub in town for much of the last years of his life, and drinking may have allowed him to sooth the pain of his suffering. It however did nothing for the wild tales he would tell, and the fights he got into when people laughed and said that what he had done to save the Four Lands was true.

Wil had lived so long in his father's shadow, and most people in town took pity on his mother and him over this father.

If only they knew that Shea had actually saved the Four Lands and Wil had followed in his father's footsteps.

After Amberle made sure that Sorin was securely tied to the post outside the mail post, she walked in and pulled her hood down.

She had sent a letter to Catania the day after they had arrived in a Vale. Inclosed had been a small letter for her, and a letter for her uncle telling her that she had arrived safely.

They had agreed before she left that any communication between Amberle and Arborlon would be done though Catania. It would seem less suspicious if Amberle was sending letters to a palace servant then to the king.

It had been almost two weeks now and she hoped to have heard back from her uncle, or at least Catania.

The women behind the counter greeted her with a smile.

"Hello dear." She said as Amberle stopped in front of the counter.

"Hi, I'm here to see if anything has come in from the Ohmsfords?" She asked.

The women nodded and bent down. She hummed to herself for a few moments before coming back up with several things.

"I have several things for Flick, and there's a letter here for an Amberle Ohmsford." She stated looking back up to Amberle. "So you must be the young women little Wil married. Never thought I would see the day when the Ohmsford boy found someone, he was always a shy one."

Amberle have a smile, "Thank you, and yes my name is Amberle."

"Well it was a pleasure to meet you. You tell old Flick that Anne Marie down at the post said that he still owes her a drink." Anne Marie stated handing over the pile of letter.

Amberle gave a nod, "I sure will."

With a little Wave Amberle walked back outside to Sorin and slid the letters for Flick into her saddle bag.

Looking down at the letter for her, she recognized Catania's handwriting.

Sitting on the bench in front of the shop, Amberle ripped open the envelope and pulled the letter free. Well letters.

There were six papers in total. Two were from Catania, and four from her uncle. Deciding to read her uncles when she got back to the farm with Wil, Amberle read Catania's letter.

It was short and simple, it talked about them preparing to celebrate her birthday. Although now it would be considered a celebration of her short life.

That's when Amberle realized it was in fact getting close to her birthday. She had completely lost track of what time of year it was. She had always look forward to her birthday every year. I was partly because her mother had hand written letters to Amberle for each birthday she was to have before she had even been born. It was something that Amberle held dear to her heart, each letter was always filled with advice that her mother thought she would need to know about that time in her life. Last years had consisted of love. This years would no doubt remain a mystery, and so would others. Amberle wondered when would be the next time she would be able to read her mother's words.

The other reason she look forward to her birthday was Lorin. Thinking of him brought pain to her chest. Although she had not loved him like he loved her, she still cared for him deeply. He had always found someway to make her birthday more enjoyable than the last. Every year he came up with some elaborate scheme to evade the Home Guard and have a moonlight picnic before the rest of the palace awoke. It had become a tradition. It would be weird not having him wake her up at the crack of dawn, basket and blanket in hand, and his dopey grin on his face.

Somehow her birthday just didn't seem as important to her anymore.

Folding the letter back up she slid it into her pocket and got to her feet.

Pulling the list of supplies she need to pick up out of her bag along with the small pouch of coin that Flick had given her Amberle set off to finish her shopping.

It was almost nightfall when Amberle galloped into the clearing in front of the cottage. Smoke billowed from the chimney, and light illuminated the porch from the open door.

Wil's shadow darkened the door as he jogged over to help her off her horse.

Sliding his hands around her waist he eased her to the ground, before lowering his lips to hers.

Amberle slid her hands up to his hair and sighed.

A smile spread across Wil's face as he reached up and untangled her fingers, "As much as I would like to finish this, dinner is ready."

She gave a quick nodded and turned back to her horse. Slipping her hand into the saddle bag, Amberle produced the letters to Flick and herself.

"Catania and my uncle wrote to me." Amberle said as they walked side by side towards the porch.

"What did they say?" Wil asked accepting the letter to Flick from her.

"Well Catania talked about how things at the palace were, and how they were preparing to celebrate my birthday…." Amberle trailed off.

"Your birthday?" Wil asked.

"I had completely forgotten it was almost the 19th day of October." Amberle said, "It doesn't matter anyways, as far as everyone is aware the Elven Princess Amberle Elessedil is dead. I don't feel like celebrating anyways."

Amberle left it at that and walked ahead of Wil and into the house leaving Wil standing in the cold contemplating what Amberle had just told him.