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Chapter 29: Taking a Risk

Pacing the tent, her mind went wandering. Should I go to him tonight? Will he come here? Looking over at the sleeping baby, she sighed. He'd only come to say goodbye to her, not me. Walking over to the trunk, she opened it to pull out a plaid to wrap around herself. Just as she wrapped herself, she heard the tent flaps opening. Turning around, her eyes widen as she saw Erik walk inside.

"E-Erik..." She wasn't expecting him.

"Is Isla sleeping?" He asked. Hiding her disappointment, she nodded. Not saying anything, he turned to leave. "Wait!" She said to him, hoping now to wake Isla. He stopped and turned to look at her. "It's true then?" She asked, making him nod. "How long will you be gone?" She asked him.

"I don't know." He answered. He really didn't know how long he will be gone, none of them do. They really didn't know how long they would be gone, all of them hoped it wouldn't be too long. "I should return to my tent, get some sleep."

"O-Oh ok." She said, not stopping him as he left the tent. Once she was gone, she sighed as she sat on the trunk. "What is wrong with me?" She asked herself. "You left him, Christine. Remember that, you are the one that walked away." She told herself. Exhaling, she decided to call it a night herself, hoping sleep would come to her.

Early the next morning, hearing movement outside the tent woke her up. Opening her eyes, she watched the flaps open as Erik walked in again. He was dressed in his warrior attire, sword attached to his belt around his waist. Her mighty warrior, well not hers anymore. He said nothing to her as he quietly walked over to the sleeping baby. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering something in Gaelic. She watched the tender moment between father and daughter, trying not to think of him away at war. Straightening up, he quickly left the tent without a word. Quickly getting up, she grabbed a plaid to wrap around herself as she ran out of the tent. Looking around, she spotted him mounting his horse. A crowd gathered around the warriors, telling their goodbyes and wishing them home safely. Her feet practically ran over just as he was about to stir his horse away to ride off.

"Erik!" She called out to him. Halting his horse, he turned his head in the direction of his voice. Running to his horse, she stopped until she was next to him. "I-I..." She couldn't come to stay it. Leaning down, his hand cupped her face gently.

"Bidh mi a 'tilleadh, tha mi a' gealltainn. (I will return, I promise)" He whispered to her. Nodding, her hand came up to set over his. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it. Pulling away, she stepped back to watch him ride off with the other warriors.

Returning back to the tent, Isla was still sleeping. Knowing she was still asleep, Christine quickly got dressed before Isla wakes. With all the warriors gone, the fear really set in for everyone. Though Erik has been gone before, this was different. Before they didn't have a child, but she would never take Isla back for the world. Once dressed, she figured what she would do for the day. She decided to take Isla by the lake that Erik has taken her many times before. It was a beautiful day and she wanted some time away from the camp. It was going to be long days until the warriors would return. No one knew when that would be, all they could do is hope and pray each of them return safely.

Three Months Later...

Wiping the blood off his forehead, he let out a deep breath. After a long day of fighting, he was exhausted and needed a nice bath to get the blood off of him. Walking towards the water of the sea since Tor lived by the sea, he could see Scottish ships in the distance. Hawk has his ships protecting the coastline of Scotland. Diving under the cold water, he came up, fingers combing his hair away from his face. Cleaning the blood off, he was relieved for the small break to rest. They have been fighting for a few months and all of the hoped they would return to camp soon. Each day, the French would attack and each day, the Scots would drive them back.

"Enjoying the water?" Tor's voice appeared at the shore. Wiping the water from his forehead, he started walking towards him.

"Very refreshing." He answered, grabbing a cloth to dry himself. "Do you think they will attack again soon?"

"Oh yeah. That's why I came to find you." Sighing, he understood. They two headed back to the others so Erik could get his weapons back on him. Sure to Tor's word, they were attacked. While the French fleet attacked Hawk's ships, a ground attack occurred as well. This time, they brought more soldiers, outnumbering the Scots. Well into the night and the fighting hasn't ceased. By morning, Tor knew one more attack would cost everything. His warriors were exhausted and Striker was wounded from a sword slicing his arm. He knew he had to make one good attack. The only probably was did he want to risk all his warriors' lives for this one attack.

By midday, Tor made his mind up. He would do one attack, but not all of his warriors. He decided to use Erik, Arrow, Ranger and Recruit for this attack. They knew how risky this attack would be, they may not make it. They accepted and would fight to the death. After hearing Chief's plan, they set out. Putting Erik in charge, he hoped they would come back. Waiting until nightfall, they used the darkness to their advantage. Quietly, Erik and Recruit sneaked towards the French camp. Arrow stayed hidden nearby, his bow and arrow at the ready. Ranger stayed closeby as well, ready if the plan started to falter. Laying on the ground, he lifted his head just over the grass line to see how close they were. Seeing a few tents, they knew they were just a few feet away. Nodding at Recruit, he watched the warrior crawl towards the tents. Recruit knew how to make explosives which is why Tor included him in his plan. Setting the powder outside the tent, he glanced behind to see Erik watching him. Hearing shouting, Erik knew it wasn't good. Before he could do anything, A soldier quickly appeared to attack Recruit. Bolting towards to the soldier, his sword managed to stop the soldier's just in time. Kicking him in the stomach, he forced the French soldier back so Recruit could get to his feet. Shouting something in Gaelic, Arrow and Ranger heard. Killing the French soldier, Erik knew more were fast approaching.

"Did you get enough down?" He quickly asked Recruit.

"Aye, just enough." He answered.

"Good..." He could hear shouts coming. It was now or never. "Ranger, Recruit, get back to safety." He ordered. "Arrow, stay with me." Nodding, he prepped his bow. Backing up a few feet, Arrow lighted up his arrow, waiting for Erik's command. Both watched at the French soldiers appeared around the tent. Looking at Arrow, he nodded slightly. Nodding back, Arrow drew back his arrow, taking a deep breath. Both men knew they were close enough, but they both accepted whatever their fate would be. Realising his bow, the flaming arrow flew across the air to land in the middle of the powder. Within seconds, the tents flew up in flames, setting more tents on fire. Tor's plan was a success, but did his two warriors make it alive?

Will Erik and Arrow live? Find out soon...

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