A/N: Hello everyone! I spoiled you guys with three chapter updates (two here and one for Always His Angel). So here is the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Again, I'm sorry breaking up Erik and Christine. I promise I will make it up to you guys soon.

Chapter 28: French Attack

The next couple of days were spent moving Erik's things out of the tent into the smaller tent. Tor and the others were surprised of the breakup, unable to accept the fact that Christine and Erik were over. They were also surprised that Christine decided to stay in the camp with everyone. They assumed she would return to England, but she knew she couldn't do that. She couldn't take Isla away from her father and with the war going on, it was too dangerous for her. Erik had kept himself busy over the days, training or spending alone time in the woods, away from everyone. Tor and them gave him his space, but weren't happy about it. They wanted to do something, but they were unsure what to do.

Two weeks have passed and it had been a miserable two weeks. No word from Bruce or Gustave about war plans, so far the French have been staying in England. Tor halted training to let the warriors rest and spend time with their families. Erik still kept his distance from everyone, including Tor.

"I don't know how much longer this can last." Meg said, cradling her son. "You have to talk to him." She said to Tor.

"He won't listen to me." Tor said back.

"He won't listen to anyone, Meg." Her husband added. "We have to let him be. When he's ready, he'll talk to us." Meg shook her head. "Meg, it is not our business."

"Erik is a like a brother to me and you and Christine is a sister to me." She said to them. "I can't just sit here and do nothing."

"And what exactly do you plan on doing?" Tor asked, leaning back in his chair. "Enlighten us, please."

"I...I don't know at the moment." She said. "But I will think of something." Sighing, he leaned forward.

"Look, I want them back together as much as you do. We all do. But there's nothing we can do." He tried explaining to her. "It's in their hands now. All we can do is accept it and be there for the both of them."

"I refuse to accept it." Meg said as she turned around and walked away. Sighing, he looked up at Saint.

"She's your wife." He said, leaning back in his chair. Nodding, Saint went after Meg to try and make her understand. Tor watched the two walk away and shook his head. He never would expect this relationship to affect the camp as much as it was, especially his warriors. They grew to love Christine, treating her like family. Now the family was torn and no one knew what they could do to bring the family back together.

Later that day, Tor was sitting at his table in his tent, looking over training reports when he heard someone calling his name. Looking up, he saw a familiar face. Standing up, he welcomed the man who looked like he had been riding for days straight without rest. Allowing the man to catch his breathe, he knew seeing this man wasn't good. When the man finally told Tor the message, his eyes widen. Thanking the man, he allowed him to rest in a tent before returning. Practically running through the tent, he sent out the alarm for the warriors. Hearing the certain alarm, all of them dropped what they were doing and ran to meet up with Tor back at his tent. Christine and Meg could hear the alarm, seeing the warriors running towards Tor's tent.

"I wonder what is wrong." Meg said, glancing at Christine whose eyes watched Erik rush to Tor's tent. She wouldn't admit it, but she missed him dearly. When they all reached the tent, they knew something happened.

"Dè tha dol? (What is going on)" Rarnger asked.

"Robh iad ionnsaigh a thoirt air? (Did they attack)" Hawk asked him. Erik stayed silent, waiting for Tor to finally tell them. Waiting for them to settle down, he decided to explain.

"Yes, they attacked." Tor answered. "They attacked my castle." All eyes widen at Tor's news.

"Does this mean we're going to war now?" Hunter asked.

"Has Bruce sent any word?" Striker asked.

"No Bruce has not sent any word. I can imagine he is getting the news as we speak." He said. "As of now, all orders come from me." All heads nod in understanding.

"What are your orders?" Erik asked.

"Hawk." He looked towards the warriors. "How soon can your ships be ready?" He asked the sailor warrior.

"As soon as I give the word." He answered.

"Good. Get your ships ready." He ordered. "You leave at first light." Nodding, Hawk took his leave to get his things ready and spend time with his wife, Ellie. "All of you, we leave first light as well." They all nodded, taking their leave. "Erik, a word." He said to the masked warrior before he could leave. Sighing, he waited until they were the only ones left in the tent.

"Yes?" He asked.

"How are things going?" He asked, noticing how Erik started closing up. "I'm serious, Erik. We are all worried about you." Sighing, he sat down on a chair. His eyes started at a patch in the tent wall.

"I..." He sighed. "Do I look like I'm doing okay?" He looked up to Tor.

"You look miserable." He answered.

"Then that's how things are going...miserably." He answered back. "Will it get better?" He asked Tor.

"It will in time."

"I don't think it will get better. I lost my other half and I don't know if I'll get her back."

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