Cevina Speaks-
Gawen was older now. He was a small little boy with blond hair and green eyes. He was innocent, kind, adorable, everything that made him less like my son.
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Gawen glared at the boy that stood before him with disbelief. "But. we're not supposed to wander off." He muttered. Estel shrugged and motioned him to fallow.
"Come on, we'll be back before anyone knows we're gone."
"But." Gawen bit his lip. He knew it was pointless to argue since he will end up going anyway. He always did. No matter if it was the time they jumped into the lake at night, or the time they tried to fly.
"You want to see the pool don't you?" Estel turned around impatiently.
"Yes but. cant we go during the day?"
"And get caught? No way! If Hiera finds out she'll lock me up and never let me out!"
"How did you find out about this. pool anyway?"
"I. er." The confident boy started to shift uncomfortably. "Remember last week when Elladan rode out."
"You fallowed him?" Gawen cut him off. His voice was full of shock and admiration. "Wait. on foot?"
"No. I rode."
"You stole a horse?"
"No! I borrowed." Estel waved his hand impatiently, "The point is, it was amazing! So are you coming?"
Gawen sighed and threw up his hands. He wondered how he was going to ride a horse when he had never even tried before.
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Cevina closed the blinds to her room and fell back upon her bed. She wanted to sink into the ground as memories of the previous night flooded into her mind. She pressed her hand on her cheek where the knife had been. She cried quietly as she buried her face in her hands. She remembered being held down and being gagged. What happened next .
The door opened and she heard someone walk in. She wiped her eyes and looked up. The lady Gilraen stood before her staring at her.
"I'm sorry," She began, "What can I do for you?"
"Have you seen my son?"
"No. I haven't." She answered with a hint of defense. She paused and remembered Gawen. Where was he? Did he leave for breakfast already? No, it was still too early. Suddenly her mind shifted and she stood up.
"What is it?"
"I remembered something, that is all." She muttered and made her way from the room. Cevina looked around in panic. Where could Gawen have gone?
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Gawen clung on to his friend like mad. He did not love horses and he certainly did not like riding them. Every few minutes he felt like he was going to fall off and tumble toward his death somewhere. Estel grew irritated at the tightening grip on his arm.
"Gawen you are not going to fall!" He snapped, "Now sit up!"
" Where are we going?"
"Stop worrying! I think I'm going the right way." Estel muttered. He laughed quietly as he thought about Gawen's expression when he said, "think."
"I can't believe it! It's morning!" Gawen groaned, "They're sure to know we're gone by now."
"I guess it was a little further than I thought."
"Lets stop and eat." Gawen suggested, "Maybe you can figure out where you got lost." He had pretty much caught on that they were lost.
"What are we going to eat?"
". I don't know. Can you hunt?"
"Give me a break, do I have to do everything?"
"I don't either." Gawen replied knowing that his friend would gladly do it if he could. Estel pulled the horse to a stop and leaped off. He gave Gawen a hand and pulled him off.
"Lets look for some berries or something." He said, nodding to the bushes. "You go that way, I'll go this way, we'll meet back here in five minutes.
Gawen muttered to himself as he kept walking. "Why did I come, he should've told Tierri to come instead." He took off his cloak and used it to hold the strawberries. After about three minutes he heard a scream. "Estel?" He called. There was no reply.
Gawen was older now. He was a small little boy with blond hair and green eyes. He was innocent, kind, adorable, everything that made him less like my son.
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Gawen glared at the boy that stood before him with disbelief. "But. we're not supposed to wander off." He muttered. Estel shrugged and motioned him to fallow.
"Come on, we'll be back before anyone knows we're gone."
"But." Gawen bit his lip. He knew it was pointless to argue since he will end up going anyway. He always did. No matter if it was the time they jumped into the lake at night, or the time they tried to fly.
"You want to see the pool don't you?" Estel turned around impatiently.
"Yes but. cant we go during the day?"
"And get caught? No way! If Hiera finds out she'll lock me up and never let me out!"
"How did you find out about this. pool anyway?"
"I. er." The confident boy started to shift uncomfortably. "Remember last week when Elladan rode out."
"You fallowed him?" Gawen cut him off. His voice was full of shock and admiration. "Wait. on foot?"
"No. I rode."
"You stole a horse?"
"No! I borrowed." Estel waved his hand impatiently, "The point is, it was amazing! So are you coming?"
Gawen sighed and threw up his hands. He wondered how he was going to ride a horse when he had never even tried before.
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Cevina closed the blinds to her room and fell back upon her bed. She wanted to sink into the ground as memories of the previous night flooded into her mind. She pressed her hand on her cheek where the knife had been. She cried quietly as she buried her face in her hands. She remembered being held down and being gagged. What happened next .
The door opened and she heard someone walk in. She wiped her eyes and looked up. The lady Gilraen stood before her staring at her.
"I'm sorry," She began, "What can I do for you?"
"Have you seen my son?"
"No. I haven't." She answered with a hint of defense. She paused and remembered Gawen. Where was he? Did he leave for breakfast already? No, it was still too early. Suddenly her mind shifted and she stood up.
"What is it?"
"I remembered something, that is all." She muttered and made her way from the room. Cevina looked around in panic. Where could Gawen have gone?
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Gawen clung on to his friend like mad. He did not love horses and he certainly did not like riding them. Every few minutes he felt like he was going to fall off and tumble toward his death somewhere. Estel grew irritated at the tightening grip on his arm.
"Gawen you are not going to fall!" He snapped, "Now sit up!"
" Where are we going?"
"Stop worrying! I think I'm going the right way." Estel muttered. He laughed quietly as he thought about Gawen's expression when he said, "think."
"I can't believe it! It's morning!" Gawen groaned, "They're sure to know we're gone by now."
"I guess it was a little further than I thought."
"Lets stop and eat." Gawen suggested, "Maybe you can figure out where you got lost." He had pretty much caught on that they were lost.
"What are we going to eat?"
". I don't know. Can you hunt?"
"Give me a break, do I have to do everything?"
"I don't either." Gawen replied knowing that his friend would gladly do it if he could. Estel pulled the horse to a stop and leaped off. He gave Gawen a hand and pulled him off.
"Lets look for some berries or something." He said, nodding to the bushes. "You go that way, I'll go this way, we'll meet back here in five minutes.
Gawen muttered to himself as he kept walking. "Why did I come, he should've told Tierri to come instead." He took off his cloak and used it to hold the strawberries. After about three minutes he heard a scream. "Estel?" He called. There was no reply.