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Running Into Love
Chapter 3
The Journey To Troy
Kalonice, Sirius, and Philomena left early the next morning. The gray mare, Windy, and Sirius' chestnut stallion, Dagger, were pulling a wagon with all of the family's belongings that would fit and still allow the three people room to travel in the wagon as well. They brought only items of deep sentimental value, clothing, and of course food and water for their journey. Sirius had the weapons his father had given him before he died as well as his father's old weapons and armor. Kalonice had the various little trinkets her father would bring home to her when he traveled or went to market. Philomena had some little trinkets as well but mostly she had her memories. Memories that weighed so heavy on her mind that it seemed to her that the wagon must have been dangerously overloaded for the horses. But the horses continued on and didn't seem as though they minded the burden much. They were strong animals and proved their worth time and again. Dagger had himself been Philomena's late husband's horse. But when he died the horse went to Sirius who was much more capable of handling the firey stallion than his elder brother. Philomena turned her mind to her eldest son at that point. It had torn her to pieces to leave him alone with that horrible wench he called his wife. That woman would be his downfall and she had done nothing to stop her. She had sunken too far into her own grief that she had allowed the woman too much freedom and too much time to think on how to poison her son. If only she could have been stronger her family would still be together and she would not have to harm her Anthony the way she was. She truly loved her eldest son and hoped beyond all hope that he would see how terrible his wife has become and would come back to her and be her son again and not some trained dog as he was now. Theses thoughts haunted Philomena for the entire journey. She did not notice the animated chatter of her two younger children nor did she notice their worried glances. She stirred from her thoughts only long enough to eat and sleep. When they finally reached the outside of the city where her family lived and where they would now be living she was brought out of her thoughts by her daughters gasp of shock. They all looked upon the walls of Troy. Philomena had the ghost of a smile on her lips as she thought again, but this time on her youth. She was home at last and here things would be made right again, or so she hoped.
Sorry it's short but hey it's something right.