Decisions, Decisions 4
What's up with Gwen? Oh, yeah, Kel makes her decision, aided by Gwen. Bet ya saw this coming, huh?
By Magelet
"Okay, nice joke people. Uh. This isn't a joke is it. Okay, then, bad dream. Nice nightmare, just back away slowly a
nd it won't attack you." She murmured deliriously to herself. Kel shook her head, this wasn't getting her anywhere! "Gwen,
would you mind explaining this to me? That wasn't just a dream, obviously. Oh! Um, why are you here, baby? I'm not your mama.
I'm going to marry Cleon. You won't exist." Kel stood up then sat back down. "Come sit by me and we'll decide what to do
with you. Or do you want to talk with Roald at the same time?"
"You don't get it do you Mama?" said the girl, climbing up beside her future mother. "You are the whole reason I'm
here. As of right now, both of our lives are in danger. If you marry Sir Cleon, I won't exist. Nor will Nicholas, Thayet,
Alanna, or Jon. Also, right now, at home, you're nearly dead. Sir Nealan can't even save you, for all he's tried. No one can
save you. Father said that Master Numair is about to un-knowingly throw away the very potion that can save your life. We have
to stop him, or I have a feeling that Father will meet an end exactly like his namesake's. Oh, not that you'll know him yet
or whatever, but Nicholas is here with me, incase something goes wrong. He and Father should be getting here... now." There
was a knock on the door.
"You're good." Kel said as her to-be daughter let them in. "But really, what will we call you. You can't be
Gwennyveire of Conte, how about Mindelan? You can be my niece or something, but you look an awful lot like... Roald! And
Nicholas, I presume?
"Niko, Mama." The boy said, looking her up and down. "Gosh! You look so young! And your hair's so short!"
"Sorry, Niko, I really am, as of now, this is all new to me. Gods, why can't some unsettling dreams stay dreams?
Roald, what do you make of all this?" she looked up at him. He was grinning at her.
"I make that I'm a very happy man in the future, that we all make it through our Ordeals, and that I won't be happy
anymore if we don't get that potion from Numair. What do you, make of it, Princess?" he lounged in one of her chairs.
"Roald! Seriously! Please!"
"Well, I think that it's odd that here you fainted and hit your head, and in the, uh, future, I guess, you get thrown
from a horse and hit your head, and suddenly the two worlds collide. Also, I think that we've got to come up with temporary
names for these two. They can't be Gwen and Niko of Conte, and they look too much like me to be your siblings or niece and
nephew." Roald answered smiling. Gwen went over and sat on his lap. He looked a bit startled, but pleased. "And at least
they accept us for who we are presently. They can't be a Prince and Princess now, and they'll have to call us by our first
names while their here. That'll be the hardest part though. Can you imagine calling younger versions of your own parents by
their first names?"
"Could we stop referring to them as our children for now? I just told Cleon that I'd keep the engagement. And what
of your Yamani Princess that you're supposed to eventually get? How do you know about my dream, anyway? Can you read my
thoughts now too?" she asked huffily
"As much as I'd like to, no. I had that dream last night, and figured that since you seemed to know Gwen, that you
had had the dream as well. Niko told me that the princess gets murdered before I even meet her, and that she's the only
other daughter. He's glad too. He likes everything the way it is now. Well, their now."
"Well, let's go find Numair, then. I'm not sure if this isn't really all a dream yet." She stood and opened the
door, walking out into the hall. "This is all so odd." She muttered
"Kel! Did you get it all worked out?" Neal called, exiting his room. "I didn't see her but Cleon said that she would
only talk to you first, and... whoa." He stopped, looking from her to Gwen to Roald to Niko and back. "She looks a lot like
Roald, but maybe it's just me. What's your name youngster?" he asked
Gwen glanced at Roald, then Kel. They both nodded "Gwennyviere of Mindelan, and this is my brother Nicholas. And
yours would be?" she asked, not so politely, not truly acting like a princess, but more like Kel. Roald looked at Kel and
grinned for the same reason.
"Hello everyone." Cleon appeared behind Neal, "If you don't mind my interrupting this little party, I need to talk
to Kel." He glanced meaningfully at her and she looked around her. Roald frowned, and the two new pages with them began to
protest.
"But M... Kel! What about going to see Master Numair?" they asked urgently
"Kel, we really should go." Roald urged, "Then everyone will be happy. Now and then. I'm sure Gwen and Niko want to
go back and make everything alright as soon as possible."
"Honestly, Roald, can't I even speak to my fiancée?" Cleon asked, glaring at him.
Roald sighed and nodded "But would you mind making it quick, Kel, you know as well as our... um... new pages do that
we need to hurry."
"Can I tell him?" Kel asked the three Contes in front of her. All three shook their heads violently.
"Wait until Gwen and Niko leave." Roald said "Tell him and Neal then."
Kel nodded and walked off with a frowning Cleon.
"What was that all about? You need their permission to tell me something? You three are keeping a secret from me?" he
asked gently.
"Yes, and it'll stay that way until we decide to tell you otherwise." Kel retorted, following him outside onto a
small, nearly hidden balcony.
What's up with Gwen? Oh, yeah, Kel makes her decision, aided by Gwen. Bet ya saw this coming, huh?
By Magelet
"Okay, nice joke people. Uh. This isn't a joke is it. Okay, then, bad dream. Nice nightmare, just back away slowly a
nd it won't attack you." She murmured deliriously to herself. Kel shook her head, this wasn't getting her anywhere! "Gwen,
would you mind explaining this to me? That wasn't just a dream, obviously. Oh! Um, why are you here, baby? I'm not your mama.
I'm going to marry Cleon. You won't exist." Kel stood up then sat back down. "Come sit by me and we'll decide what to do
with you. Or do you want to talk with Roald at the same time?"
"You don't get it do you Mama?" said the girl, climbing up beside her future mother. "You are the whole reason I'm
here. As of right now, both of our lives are in danger. If you marry Sir Cleon, I won't exist. Nor will Nicholas, Thayet,
Alanna, or Jon. Also, right now, at home, you're nearly dead. Sir Nealan can't even save you, for all he's tried. No one can
save you. Father said that Master Numair is about to un-knowingly throw away the very potion that can save your life. We have
to stop him, or I have a feeling that Father will meet an end exactly like his namesake's. Oh, not that you'll know him yet
or whatever, but Nicholas is here with me, incase something goes wrong. He and Father should be getting here... now." There
was a knock on the door.
"You're good." Kel said as her to-be daughter let them in. "But really, what will we call you. You can't be
Gwennyveire of Conte, how about Mindelan? You can be my niece or something, but you look an awful lot like... Roald! And
Nicholas, I presume?
"Niko, Mama." The boy said, looking her up and down. "Gosh! You look so young! And your hair's so short!"
"Sorry, Niko, I really am, as of now, this is all new to me. Gods, why can't some unsettling dreams stay dreams?
Roald, what do you make of all this?" she looked up at him. He was grinning at her.
"I make that I'm a very happy man in the future, that we all make it through our Ordeals, and that I won't be happy
anymore if we don't get that potion from Numair. What do you, make of it, Princess?" he lounged in one of her chairs.
"Roald! Seriously! Please!"
"Well, I think that it's odd that here you fainted and hit your head, and in the, uh, future, I guess, you get thrown
from a horse and hit your head, and suddenly the two worlds collide. Also, I think that we've got to come up with temporary
names for these two. They can't be Gwen and Niko of Conte, and they look too much like me to be your siblings or niece and
nephew." Roald answered smiling. Gwen went over and sat on his lap. He looked a bit startled, but pleased. "And at least
they accept us for who we are presently. They can't be a Prince and Princess now, and they'll have to call us by our first
names while their here. That'll be the hardest part though. Can you imagine calling younger versions of your own parents by
their first names?"
"Could we stop referring to them as our children for now? I just told Cleon that I'd keep the engagement. And what
of your Yamani Princess that you're supposed to eventually get? How do you know about my dream, anyway? Can you read my
thoughts now too?" she asked huffily
"As much as I'd like to, no. I had that dream last night, and figured that since you seemed to know Gwen, that you
had had the dream as well. Niko told me that the princess gets murdered before I even meet her, and that she's the only
other daughter. He's glad too. He likes everything the way it is now. Well, their now."
"Well, let's go find Numair, then. I'm not sure if this isn't really all a dream yet." She stood and opened the
door, walking out into the hall. "This is all so odd." She muttered
"Kel! Did you get it all worked out?" Neal called, exiting his room. "I didn't see her but Cleon said that she would
only talk to you first, and... whoa." He stopped, looking from her to Gwen to Roald to Niko and back. "She looks a lot like
Roald, but maybe it's just me. What's your name youngster?" he asked
Gwen glanced at Roald, then Kel. They both nodded "Gwennyviere of Mindelan, and this is my brother Nicholas. And
yours would be?" she asked, not so politely, not truly acting like a princess, but more like Kel. Roald looked at Kel and
grinned for the same reason.
"Hello everyone." Cleon appeared behind Neal, "If you don't mind my interrupting this little party, I need to talk
to Kel." He glanced meaningfully at her and she looked around her. Roald frowned, and the two new pages with them began to
protest.
"But M... Kel! What about going to see Master Numair?" they asked urgently
"Kel, we really should go." Roald urged, "Then everyone will be happy. Now and then. I'm sure Gwen and Niko want to
go back and make everything alright as soon as possible."
"Honestly, Roald, can't I even speak to my fiancée?" Cleon asked, glaring at him.
Roald sighed and nodded "But would you mind making it quick, Kel, you know as well as our... um... new pages do that
we need to hurry."
"Can I tell him?" Kel asked the three Contes in front of her. All three shook their heads violently.
"Wait until Gwen and Niko leave." Roald said "Tell him and Neal then."
Kel nodded and walked off with a frowning Cleon.
"What was that all about? You need their permission to tell me something? You three are keeping a secret from me?" he
asked gently.
"Yes, and it'll stay that way until we decide to tell you otherwise." Kel retorted, following him outside onto a
small, nearly hidden balcony.