Chapter 5: Another Chance…..
Isabella laid there on the wooden table, not breathing. Haldir looked at Cavanthir, then at Larien, then back at Cavanthir….
"You killed her!!" yelled Haldir, looking directly into Cavanthir's eyes, with disgust written all over his face.
"No, no… I don't think so… look…." Cavanthir pointed at Isabella, then walked over in amazement. He reached over and felt her neck, there was a pulse.
"she's alive…. But only just…" he gave a grave look towards Haldir and Larien. Larien understood exactly what Cavanthir meant. She nodded and took her place over near Isabella's body, slowly she bent down towards Isabella's head and lightly adjusted it, moving it slightly so it's tilted back. But Larien stopped….
"I'm sorry… but I can't…." Larien said rather embarrassingly, she looked down, and ran out of the dusty door. Cavanthir and Haldir looked at each other.
"what was that about??" said Cavanthir.
"I have no idea, but what are we going to do with Isabella?" Haldir's gaze broke Cavanthir's, and redirected over to Isabella. He sighed and resumed the position on her hand.
"one of us will have to go to her!" Haldir began to get down hearted. What was going to happen to her, and Larien? Cavanthir walked out of the room. The moon was shining bright from the centre of the sky, the crickets were chirping and there was a slight breeze. He looked around, but didn't find Larien…. He sighed, and turned around, to go back inside. Haldir saw the deepest depression on Cavanthir's face. He didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but he knew instantly that Cavanthir was in love with Larien.
"Cavanthir…" Haldir's voice was deep, he looked into Cavanthir's green eyes. He looked up in sorrow, but did not reply.
"Cavanthir… find her… find her and tell her"
"Oh! Haldir, she is too shy! I had told her that I do really like her, and I think it is one of the reasons why she ran!" Cavanthir's voice was restless, his eyes were sad, as a matter of fact his whole body was repressed, for he longed for Larien.
"Well, you had better find her and ask if it was you that offended her… as for Isabella, she needs a comfortable bed, so you do that, I'll do this!" Haldir said as he picked Isabella up gently, and carried her from the dusty room. "Oh, and Cavanthir… destroy that bottle will you… I don't want it to harm anyone…. Or at least make it better!" And he turned, and walked out of the room.
Cavanthir just sat there thinking of the pasted event, sitting there in dimly lit room. The memory of Isabella, and how bad she was getting with the wound. Then Larien, and her not being able to give Isabella a strong breath into her body, and running out from the incompletion of it all. After at least an hour, Cavanthir got up and walked out of the room, and strolled thoughtfully into the gardens that was lit with the scintillating moonlight.
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Isabella laid there on the wooden table, not breathing. Haldir looked at Cavanthir, then at Larien, then back at Cavanthir….
"You killed her!!" yelled Haldir, looking directly into Cavanthir's eyes, with disgust written all over his face.
"No, no… I don't think so… look…." Cavanthir pointed at Isabella, then walked over in amazement. He reached over and felt her neck, there was a pulse.
"she's alive…. But only just…" he gave a grave look towards Haldir and Larien. Larien understood exactly what Cavanthir meant. She nodded and took her place over near Isabella's body, slowly she bent down towards Isabella's head and lightly adjusted it, moving it slightly so it's tilted back. But Larien stopped….
"I'm sorry… but I can't…." Larien said rather embarrassingly, she looked down, and ran out of the dusty door. Cavanthir and Haldir looked at each other.
"what was that about??" said Cavanthir.
"I have no idea, but what are we going to do with Isabella?" Haldir's gaze broke Cavanthir's, and redirected over to Isabella. He sighed and resumed the position on her hand.
"one of us will have to go to her!" Haldir began to get down hearted. What was going to happen to her, and Larien? Cavanthir walked out of the room. The moon was shining bright from the centre of the sky, the crickets were chirping and there was a slight breeze. He looked around, but didn't find Larien…. He sighed, and turned around, to go back inside. Haldir saw the deepest depression on Cavanthir's face. He didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but he knew instantly that Cavanthir was in love with Larien.
"Cavanthir…" Haldir's voice was deep, he looked into Cavanthir's green eyes. He looked up in sorrow, but did not reply.
"Cavanthir… find her… find her and tell her"
"Oh! Haldir, she is too shy! I had told her that I do really like her, and I think it is one of the reasons why she ran!" Cavanthir's voice was restless, his eyes were sad, as a matter of fact his whole body was repressed, for he longed for Larien.
"Well, you had better find her and ask if it was you that offended her… as for Isabella, she needs a comfortable bed, so you do that, I'll do this!" Haldir said as he picked Isabella up gently, and carried her from the dusty room. "Oh, and Cavanthir… destroy that bottle will you… I don't want it to harm anyone…. Or at least make it better!" And he turned, and walked out of the room.
Cavanthir just sat there thinking of the pasted event, sitting there in dimly lit room. The memory of Isabella, and how bad she was getting with the wound. Then Larien, and her not being able to give Isabella a strong breath into her body, and running out from the incompletion of it all. After at least an hour, Cavanthir got up and walked out of the room, and strolled thoughtfully into the gardens that was lit with the scintillating moonlight.
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