***Hey hey! Yah, I know, I haven't updated, and I'm sorry, but I've been so
busy! I went to another dance competition and we got first in three dances!
And...best part....I got a scholarship! YAY! Lol, like you really needed to
know that...just filling you in. I hope that I can update soon, but hey, I
can't make any promises, just consider this your easter gift for now! Lol.
I hope that you all enjoy, this if just an appetizer for what's coming!
Bye!
Char's heart beat in time with the galloping horse's hoofs hitting the clods of dirt and pebbles upon the ground. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. His golden locks whipped in the wind as he led his fleet of knights towards the remote graveyard, and he softly whispered to his horse, willing it to go faster.
Cutting a sharp turn and sending a cloud of dust into the air, Char rounded the corner around the thick trees, and rode into the graveyard clearing. What he saw made his heart sink.
He pulled back upon the horses reins violently as his eyes danced around the graveyard. Empty. A rustle behind a bush! Oh, it was only a rabbit. He shakily bowed his head, and cursed his poor judgment. What would his loyal knights say? And more importantly, what would his father say?
He slowly dismounted his horse, and leaned upon it for support just as his royal guard came into view of the yard. He looked at the ground and shuffled his feet, filled with mixed feelings of shame and great disappointment.
He could hear the knights behind him conversing, but he tried to tune them out. He instead focused on an imprint of a heeled shoe left instated in the dirt. No doubt left from Ella, he thought as a pang of longing shot through him. Only moments ago Ella had been there in the spot before his very eyes. Only moment ago she had been there! Char gasped as realization took its hold and he knew that he had been correct in thinking she had been in the graveyard.
Suddenly his ears began to work again and he heard Sir Bertram muttering "poor fellow, shame he hasn't any instincts." Char whipped around and ran to the other side of his horse where the knights were chatting. The four of them tried to look as sorry and compassionate as they could, but he could tell they knew that it was coming from the start.
Char sighed, but wasted not a moment. "Come quickly! Ella was here! I can tell!" He knew they once again they didn't believe him, but he led them towards the footprint in the dust nonetheless. He watched, waiting for their reactions as they crouched over and studied the print. But Sir Aubrey soon strayed away, and became infixed with something in the ground a few feet away. Curious, Char joined him and left the others behind.
"What is it?" he inquired, but with no more than a glance, his questions were answered. Distinctly laid into the ground outside the gates, there was the mystery trapdoor that he had seen Ella beside not long ago. "Sir Bert! Sir John and Stephan! Look what we've found!" Char said straightening up. Obediently, the knights arose and jogged towards the door. After some closer studying, they stood up. All four looked towards him for the final order. "Well! Don't just stand there, open it!" Char said, nearly shouting.
The door swung open with a creak and Char poked his head inside. A solitary torch flickered on the stone wall of the passage below, illuminating a few yards down the passageway. "Sir Stephan!" Char said, and the guard stood at attention hastily waiting for his command. "You will take that torch and follow the path down the hall until you come to its opening, presumably in the castle. When you arrive there you will alert my father of what we have found. If he is not there you will alert his royal advisor, is that understood?" Char finished, and much to his surprise, Sit Stephan dropped down into the passage immediately and took hold of the torch. He had never known of the power which he held, and felt rather proud of himself that he was so well obeyed.
"By your leave" Sir Stephan said respectfully, bowing slightly.
"Off you go then!" Char called, and his friend bounded out of sight quickly down the hall.
Now he turned to the rest of the knights and thoughtfully asked their opinions on what to do next. Sir Jonathan suggested they look for further tracks, but Sir Bertram had the most sensible idea.
"Why don't you check that magic book of yours, you do still have it don't you?" he suggested.
Cursing him self for not thinking of it sooner, Char raced to his knapsack and withdrew his wife's beloved book. He shuffled through the pages, and prayed for the same luck he had had previously. His prayers did not go unanswered. Upon scanning a few more pages, he found just what he had been looking for. An illustration of Ella, scandalously bound to the floor of a carriage, and through the window, he recognized the Mandolin Forests passing by.
"What is it? Did you find anything?" the knights called to him anxiously.
"What?" Char said, startled, for he had been lost in the picture. "Oh, yes! Come and have a look." His entourage shuffled through the dust and craned over his shoulder.
"That's the Mandolin Forests, that is!" Sir Aubrey exclaimed, pointing at the painted window excitedly. "That's not that far from here! I might be as bold as to say that I do believe that very forest is before us!" He said pointing towards the woods.
A murmur swept through the group of men as once more realization occurred. "Search the outskirts of the woods for an entrance!" Char commanded, startling the rest to silence. "They left tracks in the dirt once; chances are there will be some sort of trail left from wagon wheels or horse's hooves or something! We can follow them and then maybe" Char breathed deeply as a rush of excitement swept over him. "Then maybe we will be able to find her."
With a bit more spring in their step, the group spread out and ran along the sides of the forest until they came upon a distinct opening. "OY! Over here! I think I found something!" Sir Jonathan called to the other three. Wasting no time, the rest were there in a flash and on their hands and knees looking for a trail. Fortunately, the carriage and horses had left deep imprints in the dirt, and it wasn't long before they came upon the long wagon marks that stretched before them.
A giant grin swept upon Char's face, and he knew that they had hit the jackpot.
"Noble sirs," Char addressed the knights smiling, "Go and prepare the horses; we are going to follow that trail."
****Ok, so I would really appreciate if you tell me what you think about my chapters. I'm kinda growing as a writer through this story, and by reading books, and I think that my writing is kinda changing. I'd love to know you're thought on this and I'd also love some comments and suggestions! Lol! Bye! Until next time, Au revoir!******
Char's heart beat in time with the galloping horse's hoofs hitting the clods of dirt and pebbles upon the ground. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. His golden locks whipped in the wind as he led his fleet of knights towards the remote graveyard, and he softly whispered to his horse, willing it to go faster.
Cutting a sharp turn and sending a cloud of dust into the air, Char rounded the corner around the thick trees, and rode into the graveyard clearing. What he saw made his heart sink.
He pulled back upon the horses reins violently as his eyes danced around the graveyard. Empty. A rustle behind a bush! Oh, it was only a rabbit. He shakily bowed his head, and cursed his poor judgment. What would his loyal knights say? And more importantly, what would his father say?
He slowly dismounted his horse, and leaned upon it for support just as his royal guard came into view of the yard. He looked at the ground and shuffled his feet, filled with mixed feelings of shame and great disappointment.
He could hear the knights behind him conversing, but he tried to tune them out. He instead focused on an imprint of a heeled shoe left instated in the dirt. No doubt left from Ella, he thought as a pang of longing shot through him. Only moments ago Ella had been there in the spot before his very eyes. Only moment ago she had been there! Char gasped as realization took its hold and he knew that he had been correct in thinking she had been in the graveyard.
Suddenly his ears began to work again and he heard Sir Bertram muttering "poor fellow, shame he hasn't any instincts." Char whipped around and ran to the other side of his horse where the knights were chatting. The four of them tried to look as sorry and compassionate as they could, but he could tell they knew that it was coming from the start.
Char sighed, but wasted not a moment. "Come quickly! Ella was here! I can tell!" He knew they once again they didn't believe him, but he led them towards the footprint in the dust nonetheless. He watched, waiting for their reactions as they crouched over and studied the print. But Sir Aubrey soon strayed away, and became infixed with something in the ground a few feet away. Curious, Char joined him and left the others behind.
"What is it?" he inquired, but with no more than a glance, his questions were answered. Distinctly laid into the ground outside the gates, there was the mystery trapdoor that he had seen Ella beside not long ago. "Sir Bert! Sir John and Stephan! Look what we've found!" Char said straightening up. Obediently, the knights arose and jogged towards the door. After some closer studying, they stood up. All four looked towards him for the final order. "Well! Don't just stand there, open it!" Char said, nearly shouting.
The door swung open with a creak and Char poked his head inside. A solitary torch flickered on the stone wall of the passage below, illuminating a few yards down the passageway. "Sir Stephan!" Char said, and the guard stood at attention hastily waiting for his command. "You will take that torch and follow the path down the hall until you come to its opening, presumably in the castle. When you arrive there you will alert my father of what we have found. If he is not there you will alert his royal advisor, is that understood?" Char finished, and much to his surprise, Sit Stephan dropped down into the passage immediately and took hold of the torch. He had never known of the power which he held, and felt rather proud of himself that he was so well obeyed.
"By your leave" Sir Stephan said respectfully, bowing slightly.
"Off you go then!" Char called, and his friend bounded out of sight quickly down the hall.
Now he turned to the rest of the knights and thoughtfully asked their opinions on what to do next. Sir Jonathan suggested they look for further tracks, but Sir Bertram had the most sensible idea.
"Why don't you check that magic book of yours, you do still have it don't you?" he suggested.
Cursing him self for not thinking of it sooner, Char raced to his knapsack and withdrew his wife's beloved book. He shuffled through the pages, and prayed for the same luck he had had previously. His prayers did not go unanswered. Upon scanning a few more pages, he found just what he had been looking for. An illustration of Ella, scandalously bound to the floor of a carriage, and through the window, he recognized the Mandolin Forests passing by.
"What is it? Did you find anything?" the knights called to him anxiously.
"What?" Char said, startled, for he had been lost in the picture. "Oh, yes! Come and have a look." His entourage shuffled through the dust and craned over his shoulder.
"That's the Mandolin Forests, that is!" Sir Aubrey exclaimed, pointing at the painted window excitedly. "That's not that far from here! I might be as bold as to say that I do believe that very forest is before us!" He said pointing towards the woods.
A murmur swept through the group of men as once more realization occurred. "Search the outskirts of the woods for an entrance!" Char commanded, startling the rest to silence. "They left tracks in the dirt once; chances are there will be some sort of trail left from wagon wheels or horse's hooves or something! We can follow them and then maybe" Char breathed deeply as a rush of excitement swept over him. "Then maybe we will be able to find her."
With a bit more spring in their step, the group spread out and ran along the sides of the forest until they came upon a distinct opening. "OY! Over here! I think I found something!" Sir Jonathan called to the other three. Wasting no time, the rest were there in a flash and on their hands and knees looking for a trail. Fortunately, the carriage and horses had left deep imprints in the dirt, and it wasn't long before they came upon the long wagon marks that stretched before them.
A giant grin swept upon Char's face, and he knew that they had hit the jackpot.
"Noble sirs," Char addressed the knights smiling, "Go and prepare the horses; we are going to follow that trail."
****Ok, so I would really appreciate if you tell me what you think about my chapters. I'm kinda growing as a writer through this story, and by reading books, and I think that my writing is kinda changing. I'd love to know you're thought on this and I'd also love some comments and suggestions! Lol! Bye! Until next time, Au revoir!******